Claire: Tanner fucks me

Tanner holds me close until Deion returns with a warm washcloth. "Spread your legs, love."

"Thanks," I say. "Sorry I bled so much. I'm embarrassed." Evidence of my deflowering streaks my inner thighs and vulva, and the pillow under my bum is probably ruined. I squirted on one side and bled on the other.

"Don't be," Tanner says with a kiss on my forehead. "You did great."

“I was trying not to come after the first thrust,” Deion adds with a grin. “You have great pussy, so tight, but you’re also the first woman I've been with who can swallow me all the way to the base. Seriously.” He pauses, eyes soft. “And you’re sweet as hell on top of it, girl.”

I laugh despite myself. "A girl couldn’t ask for a better first time. Thanks, guys. Maybe I should’ve told you earlier I was a virgin. I just really liked how you treated me without the kiddie gloves. Would you have approached me at the party if you’d known?”

Tanner smiles. "Claire, I’ve wanted you since our first email. You were the only woman I saw at that party. And a beautiful girl like you saving herself? That’s the kind of thing that makes a guy want to earn it."

My heart melts. "When you say things like that, it makes me want to have sex with you," I say as I stand. "Let me stretch my legs real quick. Okay, where's the small condom?"

Deion laughs, and Tanner find it, hands it over, grins. "It's regular-sized, Claire. There's no small here."

I tear it open, roll it down to the base of Tanner’s slim cock myself. I straddle him, guide him in and drop to my haunches, taking him easily. “Yeah, that’s no problem,” I grin. Deion broke me in good.

I lean down to kiss him, hair tickling his face, breasts dangling, hard nipples brushing his chest as I ride.

“Holy shit, you feel amazing, Claire,” Tanner says.

“Told you,” Deion says.

I worried I’d be loose for Tanner after Deion opened me, but my squeeze around him is tight, sealing our bond. I realized I have more control with my muscles when not so stuffed. I flutter around him, massaging his cock. Ramya's dilator coaching is proving useful.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” Tanner groans, hands cupping my breasts.

“That’s the idea,” I tease.

I ride Tanner like I've waited my whole life for this, full of energy and enthusiasm. I'm glad I'm in shape, because it's a monster leg workout. I experiment to learn what feels best while also watching his reaction , starting with hips in a circular motion, then front-to back. Sweat beads on my skin, moans slipping out.

I settle into up-and-down, clenching tight behind the head at that sensitive spot for him, then shimmying down his length and ending each drop with a grind, mashing my clit against his pubic bone. I'm already close.

I shove my tongue in his mouth as the edge nears. His hands grip my ass, pulling me harder into the grind, my thrusts shortening, keeping him deep.

I slide my tongue out and stare into his eyes as the orgasm hits. My thighs shake and my pussy trembles around him. I laugh in pure joy. "That was a good one."

"Fuck yeah, Claire," Tanner says.

He holds back, lets me finish, then rolls me over, his cock still inside. My breasts jiggle as I hit the bed; I giggle, red-faced from orgasm.

My pillowy breasts splay to the side, and our sweaty chests seal tight. Out hearts beat together. We kiss and kiss, lost in each other and making love.

Minutes pass. Tanner strokes me fast at times, then slow and tender, and even some drawn-out stillness inside me. I clench, undulate from below when I feel the urge. Tanner is in no rush to come, and I want him on top of me forever.

We’re thinking the same thing. Tanner admits it first. “Claire… something’s different with you. This is real."

"Don’t get my hopes up,” I say, already dreaming of a future I can't have. This is a threesome, a one-night stand. “It’s way better with you than I ever imagined, just so you know.”

"I'm so happy to hear that."

I reach between us for my clit. “I want one more. Thrust slow, hard push at the end. Yes, like that.”

I rub my clit as Tanner add pressure against the back of my hand by pumping in all the way, giving as much length and fullness as he can. My other hand pinches a nipple while Tanner attends to my other breast.

It works spectacularly. "Coming!"

Tanner finally can release the load he's been holding back since we started, and we climax together.

He pulls out respectfully as he softens to avoid spillage and keep me safe. I feel his heart slow against my chest as he rests with me.

“I’m yours,” I whisper.