I stand up, press my lips to hers, slipping my tongue in between her lips and navigating her blindly towards the bed. I feel her hands palm my jeans as she attempts to undo them, requiring a little bit of help from my eager hands. The second my jeans pool around my ankles, her hand is pressed against my bulge, it instantly hardening under her soft, delicate touch.
Amelia's legs make contact with the bed before she lays her body down off the edge of it, tugging gently at my boxers. I smirk down at her as I place my hands on either side of her lovely little face.
"You want it like this, baby?" I ask her, raising my eyebrow. I'm being a teasing asshole, but I'm also serious. I would never want her to be uncomfortable with me in this sort of scenario. She's fairly new to sex, and I don't want her to have any regrets about trusting me with her body. Her eyes are hooded and needy as she nods her head. I lean over to the bedside drawer and take out a condom and begin to unwrap it. I'd love to stop using these fuckers, but now is not the time to talk to her about birth control.
"Get undressed for me, baby," I tell her as I deposit the condom wrapper on the side table. Amelia sits up slightly and unhooks her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it out of the way. I bite down on my bottom lip hard as she lifts up her legs to help her slide her panties down them, leaving them to the side. Laid out in front of me, a beautiful goddess, only in my wildest fucking dreams did I ever really think that she and I would get here.
"So fucking perfect," I mumble quietly as I slide the condom along my length and press myself slowly into her. Her back arches up as I slide all the way in, her eyes wincing shut ever so slightly. I have to remember to be gentle with her; she's not a toy for me to use for my pleasure, she's Amelia.
I begin to thrust into her, finding a rhythm that I know is comfortable for her; at a sort of medium pace halfway between where I normally like it and where she feels comfortable, a compromise. Her eyes flicker open as her lips part, letting out a series of gentle moans. Fuck, I love making her feel good. I lift up one of my hands and slide it down to where our two bodies meet, rubbing her clit gently with my thumb.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I slide my body upwards, supporting my body with my elbow. Our lips meet in a feverish kiss as my rhythm increases, both in my hips and my fingers.
"Feels so good..." Amelia moans against my lips. I normally have to tell her to tell me that sort of thing, I reward her by rubbing her faster, sliding my lips down to press kisses across her neck and chest. My thrusts become rather sloppy, mostly because I want to last longer, every time I hear her sweet moans, I inch closer and closer to my release.