A Childhood Dream

Charlotte

I continued to move my fisted hand over his member, until he put his hand over mine, preventing me from continuing with the massage. 

“Don't you like it?” I asked curiously.

“'Very much,” he said in a rough, husky voice. “But I'd rather do something else now.” 

There was no trace of the previous fun left and he held my waist firmly, kissing my lips again, at the same time positioning himself so that his member was very close to my completely wet entrance.

Brian was slowly penetrating me, and although it was burning a lot, the pleasure was also there, making me wish he was all the way inside me.

"This pain will soon pass," he said, hi