I was just so relaxed and happy, I forgot to even think about the ways to prolong things. Almost out of nowhere, my relaxed happiness flipped over to urgency.
“Told you I’d be quick,” I grunted. “I’m.. going to…”
Bridget just languidly lifted her head free of my cock and raised and lowered her hands languidly on my shaft. I just gasped on a long, slow, wordless moan as I watched my jizz fucking fountain out. The first little spurt slapped into her smooth cheek, and she let out a little, gasp of delight.
The second, main effort shot out hard, hitting her partially open lips square on. A lot of it had to have shot directly into her mouth, but the rest spread out all over the bottom half of her face and chin. Bridget pulled back a bit at the shock of the flow, and my follow-on jets ended up leaving streamers down her throat and upper chest, quickly drizzling down her upper breasts. Now that was fucking hot to look at.
Bridget seemed to be swallowing what had gone right into her mouth. Then she lifted her lower hand off my cock and started wiping her face with her fingers. She looked at the cream, shrugged and licked her finger clean. Then she reached down and wiped a stream of cum off a gorgeous boob. I wanted to come again, just from looking. “Mmm, Alistaire, you really do taste good,” she mused, as if to herself.
“Well, yeah, I guess,” I replied anyway. “I mean, blowjobs would not be very fun if cum tasted, you know, bad!”
Bridget looked up at me and sighed. “Let me guess, ‘all girls find all cum to be delicious?'”
“Well, I’m just saying that blowjobs would be a lot less common than they seem, if semen didn’t taste good to girls,” I said, reciting the obvious. But questions like hers seemed to often mean the opposite of what they implied these days… “Right?” I added, with less certainty.
“I’m sure every girl will always think that your semen tastes great, if they give it a chance,” Bridget sighed, still tasting mine as she busied herself cleaning up the beautiful mess. “But not all guys are so lucky.”
“Sucks to be them,” I mused, and she snorted again.
But my shaft was still in her hand. “You never got soft at all, Alistaire” Bridget exclaimed, waving the evidence around a little.
“I usually don’t, the first time,” I said. “Why would I, especially now, with such a beautiful creature in front of me?”
Bridget flushed again. Her pale skin seemed gratifyingly susceptible to very visible, full-body blushes. Then she seemed to think of something and smirked a little. But moments after that, she stopped doing anything else but taking a deep breath and staring at my cock. She looked up at me. “I’m ready,” she announced firmly.
She looked around and leaned over to run a hand across the plush pile of the floor rug that had been put in the room to absorb sound. She let go of me, lay back on the floor, and beckoned.
“I’m ready,” she said again, with equal conviction. But she was staring at my dick again with evident caution.
I slid over and above her, trembling with anticipation… no, I trembled with lust. Holy fuck, I was feeling such an animalistic hunger, it could only be called lust. I loomed over Bridget, my cock dangling down over her. She reached out and caressed it softly. And she quivered.
“We don’t have to do it like this,” I said, concerned. “I mean, I love it this way, but if I roll over and you get on top, you will have a lot more control…”
“I want it just like this,” she said firmly. I just nodded.
Then I looked around, fretting. “I hid some condoms in here, just in case,” I muttered.
“I have a contraceptive implant,” Bridget said, pulling my body back over her.
“You do?” I asked, as if I’d never heard that before. I just hadn’t expected it now, somehow, with Bridget being…
“Last summer, my mother would not hear of my being on the pill,” she chuckled, “but my father was more concerned about my getting pregnant that my getting laid. He took me to the doctor and got me the implant.” She laughed louder. “Then he told me not to use it for the five years it lasted, except in emergencies.”
“Oh,” I said. “But…”
“Alistaire, this is an emergency.”
It sure felt like an emergency to me…
I leaned down to kiss her, our lips caressing each other, no tongue for the moment. I lowered my hips and felt my cock bump against the lower part of her belly. I shifted a bit and I slipped lower to dangle between her legs. I moved my hips so as to drag my tip along her slit, and I felt her moisture waiting, beckoning. Bridget quivered beneath me, reaching up to rest her hands gently on my ass.
I rubbed harder, and felt myself begin to nestle into her folds. Her kisses became more breathless, more demanding. I returned them in kind, but felt very tentative about sliding any deeper. The hymen was some kind of mythical beast I had heard of, lurking in the depths for me to slay.
I get it. I’m a geek. Dungeons & Dragons can work its ways into my consciousness at the weirdest damned times.
I realized that I was encountering something I never had before, and my gentle probing stopped. This wasn’t the glorious resistance of an awesomely tight pussy, though I could already tell that Bridget would be a vise. This was a blockage. The blockage. Why hadn’t I found a way to get her to postpone this? That way I could have done some research or something on how to do this right. This had to be perfect. It had to. And I was not sure I was up to making it so.
Bridget broke our kiss and looked at me. I looked at her.
“We can stop,” I offered. It was possibly the most difficult thing I had ever offered. Every shred of my being wanted to just slam into her. My Male Instinct was having a field day, of course, but I swear that even my sense of restraint was screaming, ‘Fuck Her Hard, you jackass!’
“No,” Bridget said, shaking her head breathlessly. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.” She seemed to steel herself in anticipation.
“You look scared,” I fretted.
“Because I am, doofus,” she grinned apprehensively. “This is going to hurt. I hope not too much, and I’m pretty sure not for too long, but it is going to. Now do it, before I grab your ass and do it for you.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you,” I almost whined.