“My sweet girl,” I thought to myself as soon as my cousin stepped into the room. She always liked when I’d kiss her forehead and call her that, “my sweet girl,” when I was just a boy myself at that time.I always enjoyed calling her that and telling her how beautiful she was and watching her smile. I’d hold her head against my chest while she slept and kiss her forehead, my hand just big enough to hold the length of her head, brushing her hair behind her ear. Sometimes when she was really down, some sort of body/face dysmorphia, I’d set her down in front of a body mirror, take her hands into mine, wrap my arms and hers around her, hold her tight with her hands tucked under her chin with mine holding them together and make her say at least five nice things about herself, including that she was beautiful.
We were both adults now and it had been quite some time since we’d seen each other. The grin that was almost constant that let you know she was always clever, but unintentionally, she just naturally was. It turned me on years before this night and nothing had changed. She was wearing all black at this particular family reunion, which were few and far between. Low cut tank top with a think black jacket over it and a skirt to boot. Admittedly, it was too much for me at first, overwhelming how much I still wanted her. had to disengage this, I had to level this immediate sexual attraction to her, the magnetism of it was too much for the context. I waited till no one had me in conversation and went to the restroom in the basement of my aunt’s home. I sat on the vanity, harder than I’d been in any recent sexual encounters. “What was she still capable of doing to me?” I thought. We were friends on social media and I’d jerked off to her fairly recently, but seeing her in person was completely different.It made my heart sink when I saw her, as if I was seeing an ex. Thinking back now, we were more in love and intimate and caring so many years ago than most adult relationships I’d seen. As I was stroking thinking of her in her black skirt and tank top, my cock felt like it was going to explode and I leaned over the sink and came so hard, I buckled a little. Pumping ropes of cum for her. I cleaned up,collected myself and went to leave the bathroom.
As I was leaving the bathroom, my phone dinged with a message tone. I glanced, thinking it was an old coworker, shocked when her name appeared on the notification. Her message, on an app we hadn’t talked on for years, read “Where did you go?” She must’ve been searching for me right as she’d sent it, because she was approaching from the base of the stairs now. “Hey.” She got closer and I felt it all over again, the sinking feeling, the punch in the gut. “What’s up? I just got your message, sorry.” She smiled. “You’re alright. Don’t blame you for cutting out for a bit.” “Yeah, you too?” “Fuck yes. This must be why we never do these, everyone can hardly stand each other.” “Yeah, I just needed the bathroom, but, yeah, it’s weird.” “What are you doing later?” “Not much, pry gonna head back to my room and chill.” “You staying at your parents?” “No, I got a room down the road.” “At the sketch ball place?” “It’s not sketch ball. It works for a couple nights.” “Okay…can I come hang later? Not really in the mood to hang here afterwards either.” “Yeah, for sure, you wanna just message me later?” “Sounds good.” Still that clever smile. Still beautiful, I wanted to grab her right there and feel that same closeness allover again. The rest of the night drug by so slowly. Her and I snuck a few glances at one another, almost too consciously avoiding one another. Did she feel the same way I wondered several times? Had she still felt that attraction, the bond? I had to find out so I bugged out quickly, making sure she knew that I was leaving the party.
I got back to the motel and showered, tidied up the room, and laid back, trying to not check my phone every ten seconds. I have no idea what I even ended up on on the TV, my mind was blank with everything except her. That smile, those legs, those tits filling out that tank top perfectly–ding! I grabbed my phone, “Omw :)” When she got there, she took her jacket off almost immediately through the door. She sat clear back in the bed, made herself at home. We talked for awhile, caught each other up on what we’d been up to, where we’d been in the interim from the last we saw each other. She was talking about her previous relationship, as she was talking she slid closer to the foot of the bed where I was sitting in the desk chair. “I just want to feel like someone’s, you know?” “You will, it will happen, when you’re ready.” “Will you do that thing you used to do for me? Fuck, that always made me melt, it was so sweet.” “Five nice things.” She smiled and nodded. I smiled and nodded back.
I held out my hand and slid closer to her in the chair. She stood up, sat down in my lap and I scooted us back over in front of the mirror. I took her hands in mine, she cuddled into me, lying her head back onto my shoulder. It was as if we’d done this yesterday. I pointed us at the mirror, tucked our hands into her chest. She lowered them a bit, making sure I was touching her tits. She was more confident this time than she’d been when we were younger, but she still struggled a bit to find the fourth nice thing, I helped her along.
As she said “beautiful,” the fifth, my hand was already wrapped around her neck and I tipped her head back to kiss her. It was pure primal instinct now, I pushed on her back and bent her over the desk. She stared at me the whole time in the reflection. I undid my pants, pulled her skirt up and slid her underwear down. I was just as hard as I was before when I slid inside her, her wetness already grabbing onto my precum before I even got inside. We were both dripping, ready. She moaned and we made eye contact, which wasn’t broken the whole time. I plunged deep into her, lifted her tank top and squeezed her tits and kissed her entire back. I couldn’t kiss her enough, feel her enough, tell here enough, she was beyond beautiful, she was beyond everything, when you really just connect with someone and fucking becomes making love becomes fucking again, intimacy twisted around pure primal fucking. We looked deep into each others’ eyes in the mirror as our faces contorted with the pure pleasure. I was moaning right along with her, not something I always do, it was involuntary right now. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to hold out for her, but it didn’t take long as I kept thrusting and I felt her tighten around my cock and a slight rush of fluid. She reached one hand back and gripped my ass while her leg shook uncontrollably. I grabbed her and pinned her down and kept thrusting. She smiled as she could tell by my face and my look at her that I was about to cum.
“Cum for me baby.” I thrusted, I could feel it building, but it refused to release just yet. It stung, the head of my cock inflating, throbbing, each pulse, I’d see her smile, her eyes closed for a few moments. She could feel every time I pulsed.
“Fill me up, I want your cum inside me.”
“Who’s my sweet girl?” I got right behind her ear.
“I’m your sweet girl.” Her face was so submissive, but the kind with protectiveness. Knowing I’d been there for her and always would be, my sweet girl. She gripped the back of my head. I made it one more thrust as I held her up by her leg before my body bowed completely involuntarily,hips plunged into her and I came three ropes quicker than I’d ever come before. Carrying her at this point, her hand still gripped hard on the back of my head. She tightened around my cock again and squeezed another three long pulsing ropes of cum out of my cock inside of her. Gripping my ass again to hold me in. We were both moaning loud enough for anyone else at the motel to hear.
I carried her, her still gripping onto me at both ends, over to the bed, and we laid down together. I stayed inside her, twitching and throbbing still, seemingly endless amounts. She was so warm and soft. I was completely naked by this point as was she, save for the skirt, which was covered in our cum. It wasn’t long till we fell asleep, her in my arms, and me still inside her.
We woke up in the middle of the night at one point and made love again. This time I was on top, I held the back of her head and we held eye contact the whole time yet again.
“I love you.” I lowered my forehead down to rest onto hers, I was getting close.
“I love you too.” She leaned up a bit so we could kiss. We held lips until I could feel I was ready to cum again.
“What are you?” I moaned to her.
“I’m your sweet girl.” She moaned back and pulled me further inside her.
We held eyes as I came inside her.
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