Her hungry stare flatters me. I can also see hesitation there, and I don’t want her to be afraid.
I settle back between her legs. My large body forces her thighs wider.
I trace them with my fingertips.
She shivers, murmuring my name.
I lower myself, kissing the outline of her beautiful face, her collarbone, and when I move toward her breasts, I see her throat bob as she swallows hard.
Her undisguised desire flips a switch in me. My cock throbs with need.
I lick one breast, my tongue circling the pink peak. I open my mouth and suck, nursing, savoring her, and she writhes.
One of my hands slides between our bodies and touches her secret paradise—the place where I want to be.
When my thumb brushes her clit, she gasps, mouth opening as if she can’t draw enough air into her lungs.
“I want to go in here. Make my way into this virgin pussy.”
“I’m scared.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“Not on purpose, I know, but we’re so different,” she says, blushing. “You’re so big.”
I lift myself, take her hand, and kiss her palm. Then I place it on my cock. The idea was to let her explore, to learn—but when I feel her warm skin on my flesh, I have to close my eyes for a second to regain control.
When I look at her again, her pupils are dilated, her tongue sliding over her lower lip, probably unconsciously.
I guide her hand, making her stroke me up and down my thick erection. She doesn’t pull away, watching closely, attentive to my reactions.
“Does it feel good?” she asks.
“See how hard I am? That’s because I want you like crazy.”
I hover over her without touching her body. Jazmina is right: our physical difference is enormous. The triangle between her thighs looks impossibly delicate to take me, but I’ll teach her not to fear me.
Knowing she’s paying attention to everything, my hand moves decisively to the shelter of curls.
I brush our lips together to calm her and don’t move my fingers at first, just cup her pussy, letting her get used to the contact. Her legs fall open, wide.
I deepen the kiss, and she pulls me to her, clutching my back, anxious, as if afraid I might stop.
While I devour her mouth, my fingers work endlessly in her soaked cunt.
Her folds drip with arousal, honey spilling.
Her hard clit is so sensitive that she arches when I touch it. Her hips roll in silent circles, tempting me, inviting me to follow.
Her body opens, and my finger slips halfway inside her. Jazmina is hot and tight, and I ache to feel her squeezing my thickness with her narrow walls.
“Rodrick . . .” She clamps down on my finger, convulsing.
Needing more of her inside me, I suck her breasts, biting and licking, feasting on my wife’s body.
She spreads her thighs completely, giving me unrestricted access, and my resolve to go slow disappears entirely.
I’m starving for her taste, and lifting her legs onto my shoulders, I eat her virgin pussy with my mouth wide open.