Old Fashioned Sweetie by Megan Wade

Vaughn

“Your turn,” I say, dumping my shirt on the floor and noting the way she looks at me with nothing but hunger in her eyes. Charity is both shy and willing, a perfect combination that has my dick hard and my balls heavy. I love that I’m the only man she’s ever been in this position with, and I love that she trusts me enough to give herself over to me. In fact—and I know this sounds crazy—but I think I might love her too.

“You want me to take my dress off?” Her eyes lift to mine as her tongue runs along the seam of her lips. My dick jolts, imagining things that tongue of hers could also do.

“Want is too gentle of a word,” I respond, leaning over her and kissing her slow at first, then more fiercely. “I think need is more appropriate.”

“OK. But I don’t look like you do. There are no abs under here,” she says, gesturing to her belly in the small space between us.

I chuckle as I sit back on my knees and pull her legs either side of me, the skirt of her dress riding high around her thighs. “You think I’m expectin’ abs, sweetie?”

“Well…no. But I just don’t want you to feel let down when I don’t even look as good as the plus size girls in magazines. I’m not sure how they manage it, but they don’t even have stretch marks.”

“I think it’s called photoshop,” I say, lifting her skirt and taking a peek at the milky skin underneath.

She laughs and traps the material over her belly. “Stop. I’m being serious here.”

“So am I.” My eyes meeting hers, I release the fabric and let my hands fall to her thighs, dragging her even closer so her knees are scissored over mine. “I don’t want no model in my bed, Charity.” I lean over her and press my hands into the mattress beside her shoulders, grinding my hard cock right against her core, the damp heat from her panties radiating through my trousers and making me moan. “This is what I want. You. Me. Here. I’m losing my damn mind over you, and I can’t explain why. So I assure you, stretch marks, abs and cellulite and whatever else, are the last fuckin’ thing on my mind. All I want—all I think I’m ever gonna want again—is you.” I lean down and brush my lips lightly against hers. “Only you.”

With a moan, she wraps her arms around my neck, her mouth colliding with mine as our hips grind together, creating a perfect friction that has me desperate to get in and get wet. I need to make her mine. I need to be inside her, filling her with my seed and branding her from within.

Pulling her to a sitting position, I unzip the back of her dress and lift it over her head, twisting the clasp of her bra free with one hand. The heat of her free breasts press up against my chest, her nipples hard little buttons against my skin. My mouth waters, wanting a taste.

“You look even better than I imagined,” I murmur, kissing my way down her neck and chest as she lies back on the bed, my hands and mouth paying particular attention to her giant tits. “Fucking perfect.”

“Oh, Vaughn,” she whispers, her fingers threading into my hair as I continue kissing down over her belly, licking and sucking until my fingers hook into the side of her panties and drag them down her legs. “I want to feel you inside me. Please.”

“Soon, sweetie,” I murmur, resting my head against her open thigh as I slide my fingers through her glistening pink core. She rocks her hips, desperate for more, and it makes me so damn happy that my cock jolts and begs for the same. “I want you to come for me again first.” I slide the tip of my finger around her entrance then trace a path up to her clit, teasing the tiny bundle of nerves before I reposition myself and lean in for a lick.

“Oh, god. That mouth of yours,” she gasps as I hum against her throbbing clit, licking and sucking as I press two fingers past her entrance, thrusting in and out. “And those fingers. Is this…is this what it’ll be like?”

“You’ll feel more full,” I rasp, my voice thick and rough with desperation. I’m not sure I’ll last long once I’m inside her. She’s so tight and wet, I’m almost losing it here and now, and my dick is nowhere near her entrance yet.

“Oh, yes. I want that,” she moans, lifting her hips off the bed to meet the thrust of my fingers. “Please fill me up, Vaughn.”

A growl rumbles out of me as I resist the urge to do exactly what she wants. I could easily strip my pants off and bury myself deep inside her, easing her ache along with mine. But any man worth anything knows that her first time is going to be a little painful. So the wetter she is, the softer her body becomes and the more ready she’ll be to receive me. I need to be patient. We both do.

“Soon,” I force out, doubling down on my efforts and flattening my tongue against her clit, curling my fingers and giving her everything she needs to jettison her over the edge.

“Holy fuccccck!!!!” Her fingers grip my hair with one hand and the sheets with the other as her body lifts and convulses with her orgasm, her wet heat fucking against my face as I hold on for dear life, licking and fingering until her screams grow hoarse and her body turns languid, melting into the mattress like a soft blanket.

“Now you’re ready for me,” I growl, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand before I unbutton my pants and release my cock, so desperate to be inside her that I can’t wait to get my pants fully off before I dive right in, inching my tip past her entrance a little at a time until her tight heat wraps around me and holds on like a vise.

“Oh Vaughn. That’s a lot,” she gasps, her hands shifting to my forearms and gripping hard. “This is definitely more than I thought.”

“Relax and breathe,” I instruct, locking onto her beautiful blue eyes as I bounce myself back and forth incrementally, getting her used to my size and the movement.

“Oh god!”

“I need you to relax, sweetie. You’re holdin’ on so tight I’m gonna hurt you unless you breathe this out.”

“How do I do that?” she cries, her eyes wide as her chest heaves. “You’re so big, I don’t know how to stop clenching.”

“Look at me, Charity. I want you to look into my eyes and take big, deep breaths. Have you ever meditated?” She nods. “OK. Great. I want you to breathe just like when you meditate, releasing and relaxing every muscle you’re holdin’. Can you do that for me?”

She nods again, sucking in her breath then blowing it out, over and over until miraculously, her core relaxes around me, letting a little blood flow back into my cock. I let out a tortured groan, the sensation almost making me loose control.

“Did I hurt you?” she asks, her eyes worried as she looks up at me.

I laugh and shake my head. “No, sweetie. The opposite. You feel really fuckin’ good.”

“Oh. You know what else feels good?”

“What?”

“How it feels when you laugh. That was….I liked that.”

“Think you can handle me movin’ a little more?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, a soft and serene smile coming over her face as my hips shift, a little more, a little more, until I’m fully gliding in and out of her. This right here…. I think I just found heaven.

“Fuck, you feel good, Charity.”

“So do you,” she gasps, her hands moving to my ribs as I lean down and kiss her while I move inside her. In and out. In and out. Each movement is slow, controlled and slightly torturous. I want so desperately to pound into her until we both explode in a heap, but this first time needs to be a tortoise and the hare situation—slow and steady.

“So tight,” I hiss, my head spinning with my need to come. “So warm. So wet. So beautiful.”

“Vaughn.”

“I want to spend the rest of my life fucking you, Charity. Just you. Only you. Tell me you’ll never leave my bed.”

“Never,” she cries out, her tone growing more desperate as I thrust just a little faster.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, fuck you soft, and fuck you every chance I get, sweetie. This isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough,” I grunt out, my words punctuated with each thrust.

“Yes. Yes! Oh god. Yes!” Charity’s walls tighten and quiver, her face contorting as she explodes around me, the grip of her core milking my release from me, long hot ropes spilling inside her with every pulse of my cock.

“Charity,” I grind out as the final beads of my orgasm spill out of me. “Fuck. That was too good.”

“That was—”

I don’t give her the chance to speak before my mouth collides with hers, kissing her with a fierce passion while I grind against her, touching her so deep she moans into my throat.

“I want you to be my wife,” I gasp when I tear our mouths apart, my emotions overwhelming and spilling out of me unbidden. But I mean every word.

A grin spreads across Charity’s face as she looks up at me. “Did you seriously just ask me to marry you?”

I let out a breath as I push up through my elbows to get a better look at her. “Yeah. I really did.”

Her eyes sparkle and shine. “Did you mean it?”

Shifting my weight, I run the backs of my fingers across her check. “Yeah. I reckon that soulwink thing might be real.”

Rolling her lips together, she nods before she takes a steadying breath. “Crazy as it sounds, I think that maybe it’s real too. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“Is that a yes?”

She nods, a massive grin taking over her expression. “It’s a yes.”

Letting out a whoop of excitement, I slam my mouth into hers, kissing her deep and long before I roll us both over on the bed, stopping with her holding herself over the top of me.

“You think this calls for a celebration?” she asks, sitting back slightly and grinding her hips against our connection.

“If by celebratin’, you’re asking if I want to go again with you on top, then abso-fucking-lutely.”

“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” she whispers, leaning in pressing her lips to mine as her hips move and I realize my life just changed forever. I never imagined I’d be the kind of guy to fall in love in a day and propose in the middle of sex, but it turns out I’m not so different from the rest of the Valentines before me. I took one look at Charity, and somehow I just knew. She’s mine. And I’m never letting go.