When I lay on her body, her eyes begged me to let her finish, my cock pushed in deep, crafting a steady rhythm, sighing along with her. My cock sang with an iron strength, it sought the dark, wet hole it loved so much, comforted by the slippery essence of a woman.
I pulled at her tits, pushed a nipple in my mouth and sucked. My hands then gripped her hips, feeling the hard, warm flesh that gave me so much comfort.
Her head tipped back, eyes closed tightly, I knew what was coming and let myself go, pushing my spunk deep in her womb as it contracted with her pleasure. My strength left me for a second, my full weight went onto her. She made no complaint but instead tugged at the frilly quilt, wrapping it around us.
“I want your smell in my bed.” She explained. “Whenever I stay here.”
“Whenever?” I asked.
“I have a house down Wilson Road. I mostly live there.”
“You own your own house.” I stated. “Of course you do.”
The quilt soon made us sweat, she pushed it off and lay on her back, allowing me to look at her naked body, which centered on her pussy, shining with the love we’d shared.
“We need to shower.” She said and dashed to her ensuite.
The sound of the water and what was getting wet beneath it, drew me into the shower like a moth to the light. Though my balls were singing praises to the gods for giving them such a good time, being close to a naked Jessie gave them other thoughts. We washed each other down, giggling like kids, then dried each other, kissing as we did.
We left the room together, Jessie was laughing loudly and holding onto my arm like a pair of honeymooners. Frank offered me beer.
“I’m not much of drinker, I ‘ve seen them where, they get shitfaced, then can’t work the next day and end up not paying rent, things soon go south when that happens.”
“Did that happen to you?” June asked.
“No, I never had the money to drink. I did get robbed once, I didn’t eat for three days, it’s not pleasant.” I said and saw her parents shocked look.
“Did I swear?” I asked.
“Not that time.” Jessie said and burst out laughing. Her parents joined in.
Snacks were served but we couldn’t eat much, the belly buster was still working. Her parents though, were great fun and welcoming.
Frank saw how old my phone was and pulled one from a drawer, handing it to me. I politely refused.
“He doesn’t accept anything from anyone.” Jessie said. “I saw him give sixty pounds to an old lady who’d gambled her money away, he bought my dinner, fixed the step, fixed the sink, but gets all offended when people want to help him.”
“Jessie!” June shouted.
“No, it’s ok, she’s right.” I said, holding her hand. “The phone will be great, thanks.”
Jessie set it up. “Now, whenever I send a message, if you don’t reply I can send another a minute later.” She said.
Her parents went to bed around midnight; we followed them but didn’t want to sleep. Instead, we sat in bed, talking about us. What could happen, what we should do.
I rested my hand on her hip, feeling so happy and content it hurt, so when she suggested I moved in with her, it seemed the natural thing to do. It took less than an hour to gather all my possessions and load them into the truck. That first night together was perhaps the happiest I had ever been. I’d started a new life that promised a future I had never dreamed of.