When he started to properly thrust up into her, he grinned as she had no chance of holding back now. She moaned. She groaned. She whimpered. He loved hearing her make that sound. Desperation and need in one noise. She couldn’t hold back, feeling her squeeze his cock again as he felt that first spurt of warm cum land on him. Before he knew it, she was both climaxing and crying, waiting until she was finished before she looked at him, bottom lip trembling, cheeks wet with tears.
Sitting up, he held her close as she held him tightly, fingers digging into her back. “Oh my god!” she cried softly, “I haven’t felt anything like that ever.” Kissing all over his face, she leaned back and smiled as he used his thumbs to wipe his cheeks. “Now you need to lie back and cum in me.”
He lasted five minutes before he left another load inside her. She’d almost screamed with delight as he grabbed her arse and fucked her, laughing away as his cock throbbed with each spurt, joking that, with a third load later, it might just start dribbling out of her nose, she’d be so full of his cum. “And I’m going to have a mouthful in the morning too,” she stated, lying down on his chest.
She needed to sit up and eventually lie down next to him, resting a leg over his and an arm across his broad chest, snuggling into him as he held her close in his arm. They lay together in silence for a few minutes, catching their breath. “Well, I think that makes up for some of the self-imposed celibacy,” he joked.
“Mark, trust me on this, once we’re living together…” He turned to meet her eyes. He was expecting a blush, but her eyes spoke of determination. “We’re doing this every single night. Well, mostly making love, but the one thing I can promise is that our sex life is going to be absolutely fantastic.”
“I might hold you to that promise, Cindy.”
“If you don’t get my arse, I’ve got a perfectly good mouth for you to use. And I think it’s quite obvious already that I love sucking your cock, Mark.”
She wasn’t lying about that considering it had been a couple of months of purely oral sex before this first time being intimate. “I’ve certainly grown to appreciate your skills, sweetie,” he said softly.
“And I love the fact you were willing to return the favour, but also the fact you were concerned about how I’d feel. I know you’re still learning about my life, and also my friends, but I know you do everything for me because it’s out of love.”
She got up and sat on her knees, glancing back at him, before lowering her head to the mattress. Wiggling her little arse in his direction, he sat up on his knees, enjoying the dribble of cum leaking out of her. Resting his hard cock between her cheeks, he gazed up and down her body, enjoying the curves he could see. She glanced back and smiled at him. “Loving what you can see?”
“So fucking hot, Cindy,” he murmured, making her gasp as he easily buried his cock inside her. He didn’t hesitate in leaning forward, mounting her like he often saw in porn films. With his mouth next to her ear, she moaned softly as he kissed her cheek. “Okay?” he asked, not wanting to hurt her.
“Fuck me, lover. I can handle it.” When she met his eyes, he knew she would be okay. Smiling at him, she kissed him lightly on the lips. “If it starts to hurt, I’ll let you know. Promise.”
The first two times had been making love, getting to know each other’s bodies, and just focusing on how they felt together. This was nothing but carnal lust and desire, but he wasn’t surprised by the fact Cindy was willing to just let him fuck her senseless. The sound of his thick cock pumping her tight arsehole, the slap of his skin against her cheeks, her moans and his grunts, pushing her body lower and lower as he drove his cock deep with every thrust.
“Oh god,” she cried, as he fucked her even harder, “I’m fucking hard again, Mark!”
“Good thing?” he managed to ask.
“Your cock is slamming my prostate!”
He chuckled into her ear. “Then cum all over my sheets. I love hearing I can make you so fucking hard, sweetie.”
“Slam that cock deep, lover. You own my arse now.”
Neither had any idea how long they fucked that third time, but by the time he came inside her again, she’d cum again, not in any great quantity, while he pulled out and collapsed to her side. She lay flat on her chest, her head facing in his direction, a dreamy smile on her face. “Holy shit,” he muttered.
“I think we definitely need a shower now!” she exclaimed, giggling away.
Both of them would admit to being exhausted, considering it was the middle of the next morning. As soon as they returned to bed, they were fast asleep within seconds. Waking up the next morning, she was spooned back against him, no doubt feeling his erection pressing into her. She woke up not long after he did, turning her head enough to they could kiss. Then she joked about feeling rather tender, and he admitted to actually feeling a little sore himself.
So there was nothing sexual that morning. Instead, they got up and dressed, cooking breakfast together before lazing around the living room for a couple of hours. Perhaps a little making out, but Cindy spent most of the time cuddled into him as they watched some television. The one phrase going through his mind was ‘domestic bliss’.
He could sense how nervous Cindy was during the drive to his parents’ place. He’d been just as nervous meeting her family, but her nerves were certainly far more understandable, as they’d agreed that they wouldn’t keep her secret for long. She would tell them the truth and they’d deal with the fallout. He’d assured her they might be curious, but after everything with the ex-wife, they’d be happy just to see their son and brother happy again.
Getting out of the car upon arriving, he needed to cuddle her as she started to get nervous and a little upset. He understood why, holding her in his arms until she calmed down. “I’m being silly,” she whispered into his chest, “I’m sure they’ll be fine.”
Lifting her chin with a finger, he gazed into her gorgeous eyes. “Sweetie, they are going to absolutely adore you. But all you need to do is hold my hand the entire time. I’m not going anywhere and I’m not leaving you.”
“I love you,” she whispered, that shy, adorable smile he loved seeing on her face.
“I love you too, sweetie. Ready?”
She took a deep breath and nodded. His father met him at the front door. Shaking his hand, he introduced Cindy as his girlfriend. His father hugged her immediately, inviting her into his home, calling his mother to meet her too. His mother hugged Cindy as well, immediately asking a million questions, which didn’t surprise Mark whatsoever
His siblings showed just as much interest in Cindy, though he wasn’t surprised that she never let go of his hand except when being hugged by one of his family members. They made polite conversation as his mother prepared some side dishes for the barbecue his father already had going, cooking plenty of meat, aware Cindy loved to eat meat like the rest of them.
Conversation flowed as they ate. Cindy enjoyed a glass of wine with her meal, Mark taking the offer of a beer, though he reminded everyone he was driving so would limit himself to one or two at most. Everyone caught up with each other’s lives. His parents were still working, though his mother only part-time. His two sisters were happy. Being the oldest, he had always looked after his two younger sisters. The oldest sister was a teacher, now divorced but a happy mother of two. His youngest sister was some sort of researcher, single and had insinuated more than once that she was unsure about her sexuality. He didn’t ask and she didn’t tell, but he always assured her he would lend an ear whenever she needed.
It was only when lunch was finished that she took his hand, clearing her throat. “I have something to tell all of you,” she stated, “I love your son and brother. Mark is the best thing to happen to me in a long time.” She gazed at him lovingly as she spoke. “I’ve spent a long time looking for a man like him, someone who goes out of his way to make me feel so special. I’m already thinking about the day we live together so I can return all the love I know he has for me. But there’s one other thing I feel I must share about myself as I don’t want to keep this sort of thing a secret.”
He noticed her hand shaking as she took a sip of wine. “I’m here, sweetie,” he whispered, “Take your time. They’re going to love you regardless.”
She looked around the table, shuffling closer to him, feeling her grip his hand even tighter. “I’m transgender,” she stated after taking a deep breath, “I’m sure you’ve heard the term transwoman on social media or perhaps on the news. I was born, you know, a boy but I’ve lived as a woman for over fifteen years, but I’ve always been a woman as far as I’m concerned.”
There was silence for a few seconds before his mother stood up and walked around the table, immediately taking Cindy in her arms. “I’ve had one daughter-in-law, but I think Mark is making one hell of an upgrade falling in love with you, Cindy,” she whispered.
“Um, does that mean…”
“It does, Dad,” Gabi stated, his youngest sister, “Remember me telling you about Mary, that girl you called a ‘tall drink of water’?”
“Oh…” His father looked at Cindy for a few seconds before he stood up and followed the example of his mother, giving her a cuddle. “I can admit I don’t understand it all, but if you make my son happy, and he makes you happy, then that’s all that really matters. Welcome to the family, Cindy.”
She leaned into Mark once his father released her. “Told you so,” he whispered.
“So when’s the wedding?” Suzy asked, his other sister.
“We have to live together first,” he replied.
“But I’m already thinking of what dress I’d love to wear,” Cindy whispered, cuddling into him, “I would make a wonderful wife for him.”
The pair remained with his family until early in the evening. Upon leaving, she was hugged by each member of his family again, his mother whispering words of love and affection into her ear. She was almost as bitter as he was about how his ex-wife had ended their marriage, and she’d been waiting for him to meet someone new.
Driving them back to his apartment, he wasn’t surprised she made no mention of returning home. They made love before showering and heading to bed, cuddling together, keeping their passion under control as they needed to work the next day. They were chatting about nothing in particular when he finally asked, “When would you like to move in? Or would you like me to move in with you? Or should we get our own place together? Or maybe…”