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He can't believe it. He's touching Jolyne. With his own two hands. Beneath him, she's laying on the bed and beckoning him, as if she's a Goddess or a succubus, perhaps somewhere in between, needing his body on hers in such a lucky twist of fate he cannot fully comprehend it.
"You just gonna stare at me all night, or what? C'mon, y'big weirdo. Come here."
She's touching herself as she says it. They're both half-clothed already from all the kissing, leaving their lips swollen and wet, and Anasui can't help but admire how much more erotic she looks like this. Naked she's like a piece of art, but now that she's got her shirt half-lifted, nipples poking out and sweaty abs exposed, he has to concentrate on not just fucking passing out right there.
Of course, if he were to pass out, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all; Jolyne would be there to hold him in her arms and stare down at him as he came to. She would look at him with the same kindness she always did, and ask him if he was alright. The answer would be yes, of course, because despite everything, he had her.
Then, Jolyne is slipping off her panties and throwing them to the floor in one swift motion, allowing him a perfect and mesmerizing view of her pussy. And so, like any sane man would, he dives into her like he hasn't had anything to eat for days and she is the only cure for his unending hunger. He laps and sucks her clit, spreading her lips just enough to expose it fully, and his hips involuntarily buck against the sheets when she moans.
"Ahh! That's-!" She cries out for him, "Fuuuck, that's good!"
Slick pools at her entrance with every harsh flick of his tongue. He's practiced, but never before does he recall wanting to drown in another's body this much. If he were to suffocate between her muscular thighs, trapped like a bug in a net, squirming around until he eventually died, he'd thank God for allowing such a sweet end. He can still taste the flavor of her lipstick in addition to her wetness. Anasui's senses are flooded with her. He's elated.
He could, truthfully, do this forever. The way she pants as he circles her hole with his fingers and rolls her across his tongue drives him mad with lust. Her voice is so vulnerable like this, and unlike anything he's heard from her before. The strength it usually drips with is nowhere to be found when she moans so sweetly for him like this, and knowing she has such a softness to her only he can see is so tantalizing. To discover these new sides of her, to explore her fully. It's all he's ever wanted.
Sadly, Jolyne has other plans. She can't take another minute without his cock inside her. She needs it now. From what she'd felt earlier, he's got something pretty sizable down there, so she prepares herself mentally before nudging him up by his chin. It's glistening with her essence, and he looks debauched just from eating her. As if he's a hungry dog being lifted from his bowl, he pleads silently for her to let him continue, but he knows from just how wet she is what she needs.
"Are you ready?" He asks her, and she eagerly nods, biting her lip as he shuffles upwards and undoes his belt. He thinks his heart may literally burst out of his chest when she reaches out to help him. Her hands aren't much smaller than his, but they seem so foreign unclasping the buckles after only seeing his own there for so many years. Jolyne can't help but smile when she sees the sizable precum stain on his panties; He really is adorable.
When she sees the outline of his cock, however, the thought travels more towards "intimidating" than cute. He had felt big before, but now seeing him straining and throbbing with her own two eyes, she aches inside with the need for him. She wants it so badly she's salivating. It's been too long without sex for her, and she's too horny to think. She wants it. Needs it. Now.
"I'm on birth control," She pants, staring up at him as her still half-exposed chest bobs up and down. "You can... You can..."
Jolyne doesn't have to finish her sentence, because Anasui knows exactly what she's asking for. Despite not believing it's him she wants it from in the first place, he'll grant any one of her wishes until she's thoroughly satisfied. Happily, and forever.
When he tugs his underwear down and lets his erection free, they both sigh in unison, both in relief and praise. It's definitely going to fit with how ready she is, but it'll be a tight fit for sure. It's a challenge she's certainly up for. Her desire is only worsened when he positions himself at her entrance, rubbing the swollen tip between her lips and groaning under his breath at just how wet she is for him. He's so close to actually entering her that she can barely stop herself from pushing him in herself.
Thankfully, as if he can read her mind, Anasui asks her for the fifth time that night if this is what she really wants. She's delighted he cares about her, but she isn't sure she could be more sure about something than she is about this. Before he can really process what's happening, she's actually begging for him to put it inside her, and he can't possibly deny her.
So, with trembling fingers, he makes sure he's lined up at just the right angle and sinks in.
They both feel too much instantly. For Jolyne, it's the deep, pulsing stretch of Anasui's cock breaching past her hole and sending white-hot pleasure running up her spine, and for Anasui, it's the deep feeling of satisfaction, both from the act itself and from watching the woman he loves lost in passion. He feels so overwhelmed by the sheer gift that is being inside her he almost doesn't want to move. It's a strong almost, though, as his body is just begging him to do her harder, faster, as deep as he can, but he perserveres as not to overwhelm Jolyne.
Even though Jolyne is endeared by him taking the utmost care not to hurt her, she wants him to fucking ram her already. She wants to say she's not that fragile and will, without a doubt, be able to take it, but she's got a feeling that even if she does, he'll still be too terrified to harm her to go through with it. She supposes she doesn't mind; Not when even the lightest pushes in feel like Heaven to her, and when he reaches between her thighs and strokes her erect clit like that.
There's just a small problem. Actually, it's quite a pertinent one, one that is possibly going to ruin this lovely moment between him and his beloved.
He's already feeling it arrive.
Anasui had never, not once, had the problem of being a one-pump chump. Even as a younger man, he'd been able to satisfy his partner with no real hangups, and complimented on his sexual prowess, especially when it came to giving oral. But this was all overshadowed by one simple fact: He'd never slept with Jolyne Cujoh. Not before right now. And not before he'd felt the perfect, wet softness of her pussy like this, attempting to draw him in deeper, trying to milk the cum out of him.
Perhaps there was a first time for everything.
She tugs at his neck, gripping and digging in with sharp, painted nails as she feels the heat of him stretch her impossibly wide. He's so big. She's never been given such overwhelming pleasure simply from penetration before, but something about the way he looms over her, panting as if he's struggling to keep himself together makes it feel ten times better for her. His admiration for her is sickeningly attractive. Even if she doesn't feel the same way, even if she's obliging him for the sake of her own selfish desires because she knows they'll be in danger soon- nothing matters.
Except, for Anasui, this moment is what he feels his entire life has lead up to. From the moment he realized his own name, every day served only to grow closer to now. And he cannot, under any circumstance, fuck it up. He'd die. He'd shrivel up and die.
Jolyne wants him so badly to go faster. Her legs wrap around his ass and pull him in, all the way to the hilt, causing him to whine pitifully. She can't do that! If she makes him move too much, then this will be over far too soon! He cannot let himself look down, because the second he sees for himself where they've connected and become one, he'll end up letting go.
"Jolyne... I... Ngghhh..." He moans.
His cracking voice sends shockwaves through Jolyne's stomach and chest. He's coming apart just from knowing it's her body he's thrusting into. He loves her so, so much he can barely stand it. Why is that so hot to her? No one's ever loved her this much before. Not like he loves her.
That realization alone causes her to clench way too hard. Anasui braces himself and curses, attempting with everything he has to detach himself from her and pull out before he can cum, but she doesn't let him. She doesn't even know he's cumming.
A jet of it spurts out from the head of his cock and straight against her cervix. His balls twitch and throb against her ass as he buries his face in her neck, crying out like a goddamn girl as he orgasms harder than he ever has in his life. He slumps over her, partly because he physically cannot support his own weight with such shaky arms, and partly because he doesn't dare look into her eyes.
The worst part is that Jolyne still hasn't caught on. She's so wet that she only feels him throbbing, not the massive load he's just prematurely blown inside her, and so she's still rocking her hips with wild abandon into his, seeking out more friction. This is somehow even worse, considering that now, he has to explicitly explain what just happened to the girl of his dreams while his cock softens pathetically in her unsatisfied pussy.
She continues moving until the sensitivity makes him nearly squeak, to which she immediately stops and opens her eyes to look at him. His face is so red it looks like he's just ran a marathon, and his dick is going soft already- not usually a good sign, she thinks, but maybe he's just not feeling it? But... that can't be it.
"Haaah... 'Sui... What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Oh, God, she's looking at him with such concern. She really thinks she's done something wrong here. And he really does want to die.
"Jolyne... I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-so soon, I..."
Then it clicks. She feels something hot trying to gush out of her and onto his flaccid shaft, which is still (kinda pleasantly) plugging her up, and she swallows hard. She realizes the flush on his cheeks is that of embarrassment, and though she's a little nonplussed about not having cum, the sudden realization that she made him bust so easily makes her blush too.
It's kinda hot. She's never made someone do that before, let alone with only a few choice thrusts.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry," she apologizes. Letting him rest on her, Jolyne comes up with anything she thinks will makes this situation less humiliating for him. Nothing will, but she tries her best regardless. "I shouldn't have been moving like that, I'm really sorry, Anasui. It's okay, I promise."
She assumes telling him that he might've just awakened a new fetish for her is overkill now that he's come down from his high and returned to reality, so she holds off for now, but instead pulls him against her chest and hugs him as tightly as she can.
The minutes pass in silence. For as quiet as it is, and as embarrassed as he feels, having Jolyne's muscles and scent envelop him while he's still half-inside her is more than enough to get Anasui hard again. Perhaps my Jolyne really is an angel, he thinks again.