Finding Home Pt. 02

"But that's just it. That's what I'm doing a shitty job of explaining. Your body is amazing, and you ooze sexy. But, that's not the most amazing part of you. Sara you are smart, and kind, and you have an inner beauty that blows me away. When I look at the whole person, your amazing body is the least amazing part of you. Does that make sense?"

"Baby, you are so sweet. But why do you keep saying this like there's some sort of problem?"

"I don't want to keep getting overwhelmed by your sexy. The problem is within me, I guess. I want to make love to you, to go slow, and tell you how much you mean to me."

"That sounds really nice, Andy," she whispered.

"But then, I see your luscious body, and I smell your heat, and I get inside your exquisite pussy,"

"And you lose your damn mind?" she added.

"Exactly!" he shouted. "Sara, you deserve more than just a good pounding. You deserve to be loved, and cherished, and . . . valued as a lover -- not just desired and then pounded into an orgasm. I guess I'm talking about the difference between lust and love."

"OK, Andrew DeGroat. Now it's my turn to talk. Two things you need to keep in mind here: first, I've had boys trying to get into my pants since I went through puberty. None of them came close. You're the first man to see my breasts. You're the first man to make love to me, and -- I hope you'll be the only man to make love to me, ever. My body is slamming, and I work hard at it. Some of it is just good genes, but you best believe I'm gonna work hard for my man -- because I want you to desire me. I want to be the hottest piece of ass you've ever seen."

"Mission accomplished," Andy chuckled.

"Well baby, you ain't seen nothing yet. I want you semi-hard when we're together. I want you to know that these tits, and this ass, and this pussy are yours -- and they are exquisite. It's like that Seinfeld episode, 'Oh they're real. And they're fantastic,'" she giggled.

"OK. What's the second thing?"

"Baby, you are the hottest man I have ever seen. You are absolutely beautiful. I wanted you to fuck me when I saw you in the shower that first morning."

Andy laughed again.

"No baby, I mean it. You got me all Nicki Minaj, 'he just gotta give me that look/ and when he gives me that look/ then the panties coming off -- off.' It thrills me when you tell me that I make you lose your damn mind, because I feel the same way. You make me so hot and wet. My nipples are hard when I'm around you, and I'm afraid that your sisters are going to smell the fact that I'm totally in heat whenever I'm around you. I want you so bad, and the fact that you want me too just makes it that much hotter."

She kissed him again.

"Baby, we're going to have the rest of our lives to make love. Right now, however, you're a 24-year-old, rock-hard stud with a huge dick. I'm a 20-year-old hottie with the best tits and ass you'll ever see. We're built for fucking. We love one another. I know that. Some good old-fashioned lust can't hurt us. Like I said, this pussy is yours. I'm yours. Take me inside and pound the shit out of me. The universe built us for one another, Andy. My pussy was literally built for you, and right now, my pussy needs you inside it."

Andy grabbed her and kissed her passionately. He reached inside her robe and felt her silk-covered breast.

"You have any objection to fucking al fresco?" he asked.

"If that means do I want to fuck out on the balcony? Hell yes!" she said. "But we'll have to be kind of quiet. I don't want your sisters thinking I'm any more of a freak than they already do."

She turned to kiss him, while Andy pulled her onto his lap. She unfastened her robe, and then did the same for him. Andy was naked under his robe, so his 10-inch manhood sprang up between them. She opened her robe, and he could see the violet-colored lingerie she wore for him. When he considered it alongside her light mocha-colored skin, the effect took his breath away. He moaned at seeing her.

"Do you like it?" she asked smiling.

"No. I love it. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said matter-of-factly.

She pulled her silk nighty up over her hips, and he saw her trimmed bush. The smell of her aroused womanhood assaulted his nose.

"God, I love the way your pussy smells when you're in heat," he whispered.

"You mean all the time when I'm around you? You make me so wet, baby," she whispered back.

She grabbed his iron rod and placed it at the entrance of her womanhood. He lifted his hips up at the same time she lowered herself onto his lap.

"Oh dammmn," she uttered.

"Shit," he said.

"Mmm. Now, make love to me Andy. Cum inside me. I want to feel you unload in me. It will be good practice for when we're ready to add to our family," she said to him.

"I don't want to get you pregnant," he whispered.

"What if I want to have your babies?' she said. Through the whole conversation, she was slowly and rhythmically grinding on his dick.

"And you will -- but I want you to be my wife when that happens. You deserve that. I don't want people thinking I only married you because I knocked you up. You're worth more than that Sara."

"Mmmm. There you go, protecting me again."

"I'm serious," he said sternly. He grabbed her hips to stop her grinding.

She grabbed his chin and looked into his eyes.

"I'm on the pill. Have been since I was 17. My periods were all wonky. The pill evened them out and chilled me out. Sara sans pill was not a pretty sight one week a month," she explained. "Now, my man has me stuffed full of his delicious dick, I've had a long fucking day, and I really need to cum. For the last time, finish me off Andy DeGroat."

In one swift move, Andy moved his legs off the padded lounge, stood up, and walked into the bed. He lay Sara down on her back, and sat up enough to remove his robe. Once he was totally unencumbered, he grabbed her shapely legs and put them over his shoulders. He leaned forward, kissed her, and then began pounding the shit out of her. Sara's eyes went wide and a huge smile broke out on her face. Soon, muffled, unintelligible sounds were coming out of her body. She took one hand and stuffed it in her mouth. Andy was now dripping sweat, as he continued to piston in and out of her.

Sara's orgasm exploded over her. She gushed from her pussy, covering Andy and herself in the process. As her womanhood convulsed on Andy's dick, he exploded himself. He came harder and longer than he ever had before, even when buried in Praja's silky warmth. He rolled off Sara, and both lie there breathing hard. After a time, she rolled over and kissed him.

"Damn baby," she whispered.

"Mmm hmm," he muttered back.

After Andy caught his breath, he scooped Sara up and took her to the shower. They quickly cleaned up, and changed the sheets on his bed. She put her nightgown back on, and he threw on a pair of boxer briefs. They fell asleep with Andy on his back and Sara lying on his chest.