I’m fine. If I didn’t want this with you, I wouldn’t have kissed you. Trust me to know what I can take and to tell you if I can’t take it. Please!!!!
The underlined words and amount of exclamation points made her tone obvious, but even more so was the fact that she’d almost torn through the paper with how hard she was pressing down with the pen when she’d written them.
Taking a calming breath in, I passed it back to her. “Ok, but the second you feel like you’ve hit your limit, I want you to promise that you’ll either tap my shoulder or smack me across the head. Can you do that?”
Grinning at me, she nodded her head.
Getting to my feet and wincing when my knees cracked as I straightened them, I leaned down and picked her up. I’d intended on carrying her to the bedroom like that, but she twisted slightly at the last second and wrapped her legs back around my waist.
“You’re determined to push my buttons, aren’t you?” I murmured, the grin on my face showing how I really felt about it.
This was one of the things I liked about Lottie – she knew her own mind. I didn’t want someone who went along with things just to make me happy or for an easy life. I wanted to know what my partner wanted, to look forward to the unknown with them instead of it being dull. I wanted to be challenged by them. Life wasn’t easy and I needed a brightness there that made it easier to handle, and Charlotte was that brightness for me.
I’d toed off my boots when I got in like I did every time I came home, so my footsteps were silent as I walked us in the direction of the bedroom. I could feel my heart racing, and I’d be lying if I said my hands wouldn’t be shaking if they weren’t full of her ass cheeks at that moment.
Almost like she could sense exactly how nervous I was, she leaned it and started gently kissing the side of my neck, almost making me trip when I felt the first brush of her lips.
Here’s something that I’m sure romance books and movies don’t show – there were downsides to having a beard. I had mine because I hated shaving, I suited the beard, I liked the beard, and it kept me warm in the winter. Simple, right? Well, it was also the current fashion – everyone went on about beards and alphas, and how sexy they were, so the beard definitely caught people’s attentions.
What they didn’t explain was that beard hair falls out, and at that moment I had a mental image of her getting a strand of it in her mouth and choking or spitting it out. That’s one of the not so sexy sides of having a beard, along with food getting stuck in it and people not washing them.
And for the love of fuck, men of the world, beard oil was made for a reason – use it. It’s no lie that with great beard came great responsibility, so look after it and it’d look after you.
My worry about her choking on a beard hair went unfounded, though, so that was a huge relief. I brushed my beard, conditioned my beard, and I oiled it so that it was a well looked after beard machine, but I’d still have gotten rid of it for her. With tears, lots of tears.
My knees hitting the bed pulled me out of my inner beard ramblings, and I realized exactly how nervous I was. Sure, I thought about beard stuff every now and then, but to do it when I had Charlotte wrapped around me, her ass filling my hands? It was all out of desperation to not embarrass myself any second. I needed to shake it off before I kissed her again, or this would be a disappointing experience for her.
Gently lowering her down on her back onto the mattress, I braced myself with my hands either side of her, not giving into the need to just kiss her yet.
“I need to tell you something.” When she nodded at me and rubbed my forearm, I went with just laying out the truth for her. “I’m nervous about this. I’m scared of doing something wrong, I’m scared of scaring you, I’m scared that I won’t notice if you tap me on the shoulder or slap me on the head… but I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
I hadn’t noticed that she was even slightly tense before I started talking, but when I saw her body visibly relax into the duvet under her, I realized I’d said something really right. Ironically, her being relaxed helped me to do the same, and without thinking about it, I bent my arms so that I could kiss her again.
The position we were in wasn’t possible to maintain for too long, what with me still basically standing, so I pulled back, only willing to allow a tiny gap between our mouths.
“If you wrap your arms and legs around me, I’ll move us further onto the mattress,” I whispered, placing a knee onto the bed.
When she did what I’d suggested, I tucked a hand between her back and the mattress, and used it to support her as I carried us further into the bed, settling her up near the pillows. One of the bedside lamps was on so I could see her properly as I moved her hair off her cheek.
“One day I’m going to get you to do an internet search for me, seeing as how you love to do those so much. I’m going to get you to find out exactly what shade of blue your eyes are so that I can paint my office that same color. If we can’t find out the shade, we’ll go to one of the home improvement stores that mix up the exact shade of paint you want and get it that way. I might even take my truck in and get it done in the same color,” I told her, meaning it wholeheartedly.
They weren’t just blue, they were a mixture of a light purple and medium blue that changed with what mood she was in. Right now they were darker than normal and the purple tone was deeper, a shade I hadn’t seen them in before, but it was my favorite one so far.
“I don’t know what’s making them the color they are right now, but I think this is the shade I want.”
Quietly laughing, she shook her head and rolled her eyes at me. I wanted to hear that laughter badly, but I’d settle for just being able to see it in the position we were in right now.
Reaching down, she tugged on the bottom of my long-sleeved Henley, and started to pull it up toward her. Helping her along, I reached behind my neck and grabbed the collar, giving it a tug, and accidentally dropping it on her face as it cleared my head. Figuring now was as good a time as any to take hers off, too, I started to pull hers upward as I watched her throw mine to the side of the bed.
Patience didn’t seem to be something she had an abundance of right now, though, because she pushed my hands out of the way and yanked it over her head, making me freeze as it passed over her still bruised throat. I was about to tell her to be more careful, but the beaming smile she shot me made me reconsider that choice. I didn’t want to constantly remind her about it or make her feel self-conscious, so I’d keep my worrying on the inside for now.
Instead, I kissed the smile, giving her my own when I felt her hips jerk against me. Trailing kisses away from her mouth and down her neck, I stopped to flick the tip of my tongue against her pulse, and then began moving again. I didn’t want to spend too long on the area, but in the not too distant future I was going to kiss the area of her throat that had been hurt. I’d wanted to do it since I’d seen the bruising, and now that I had the go ahead to kiss her, I was going to finally get to do it. Not tonight, though, definitely not tonight.
You can get a rough idea of how someone’s body will look through their clothing, but nothing prepared me for Lottie’s and trust me I’d pictured it many times. The tops of her breasts were almost spilling over the top of her bra and there was a deep crevice between the two mounds that were only slightly smaller than a handful. The bra itself was black lace and gorgeous, but I wanted what it was covering too much to look at it for long.
Reaching behind her to undo it, I frowned when I didn’t find the hook thingy that was normally on bras and raised my head to look for it.
“How the hell do you undo this thing?” It came out in a tone that contradicted my earlier declaration that we were going to take it slowly, making her laugh quietly.
And then she did something that would more than likely star in every single one of my dreams for the rest of my life. She reached up her hands to the little satin bow nestled between her tits, and with a quick flick of her fi
ngers, the cups separated and fell to the side.
Groaning, I balanced on one arm so that I could raise the other to skim the tip of a finger around the hard rosy nipple on one side.
Looking over at the other one, I leaned down and flicked it with the tip of my tongue and then gently sucked it, smiling lightly when her hips jerked up into my stomach and her fingers moved into my hair. Lifting my head to watch her face, I pinched the other one between my finger and thumb. The way she tipped her head back and opened her mouth was beautiful.
The more I played with them, the more restless she became under me, so I continued kissing my way down her torso, pausing to skim around the outside of her bellybutton with my tongue. My jeans were becoming more uncomfortable, and each time I moved I was becoming more aware of how they were now strangling my dick.
Hoping I wasn’t going to freak the shit out of her, I scooted back until I was standing at the base of the bed and slowly undid the button and zipper, almost letting out an audible groan when the pressure was removed from the area. I kept my eyes on her throughout the whole thing, making sure that she was still with me – which, thank fuck, she definitely was.
Bracing her feet on the bed, she raised her pelvis up in the air and slowly pulled her shorts down her legs, kicking them off once they got to her feet.
Shit that was hot.
Lowering my jeans, I pulled them off my feet leaving them in a heap on the ground, and then slowly crawled back up the bed toward her. Once I got to where she was on it, I went back to the position over her that I’d been in before I’d moved.
“I’m almost certain you don’t have a lot of experience,” I began, watching as the redness on her cheeks got deeper and she gave a small nod. I’d rather have my prostate checked than have this conversation with her right now, but it needed to happen. “Now that I know that for sure, I think it’s best if I show you rather than tell you. Am I right?”
The amount of relief on her face is almost comical, but I wouldn’t dare laugh at a time like this. Instead, I turned onto my back and pulled her into me for another kiss to help her relax. Her nipples pressing into my chest made me groan slightly, and her fingers responded by spasming where she was holding the side of my face.
I figured by putting her on top, she’d feel more in control of what was going on and that it might relax her – something which I was proven right on when I felt the muscles in her back under my hand start to loosen.
Moving us so that she was now fully on top of me, her crotch pressed against mine, I explored with my hands, loving how soft her skin was. Years of working for the oil company had left me with rough hands, and every time I skimmed them back over an area on her that I’d just touched, I could feel goosebumps breaking out on the surface of her skin.
I was so caught up in my exploration that I didn’t immediately notice when she started to grind down against me. The more frustrated she got, though, the more pressure she added on each grind until I felt like I was going to explode. There was still the thin barrier of my boxers and her panties between us, but the sensation was fucking unreal.
Lifting her head up, she looked me in the eyes on her next grind, almost begging me to do something. “Ok, baby, I get you.”
With my hands on her hips, I lifted her up until she was straddling my face and looking down at me in almost horror. “You’ll change your mind on that when you feel this, I promise.”
Not giving her time to overthink it, I pulled her down onto my mouth, using my thumb to move the crotch of her panties to the side before she reached me. Flicking my tongue between her lips, I watched as she reached out and grabbed the top of the headboard with her hand, her eyes never leaving me once. Angling my chin up, I managed to catch her clit between my lips and sucked down on it, making her gasp.
With her now relaxing, I moved the fingers of the hand that was still holding her panties to the side so that I could slip the tip of my middle finger inside her.
Jesus Christ, she was tight.
Slowly and carefully, I moved it in and out of her, adding the tip of my index finger once she was used to it. It didn’t take long for her thighs to start shaking, and that’s when I reached up with my free hand and pinched her nipple at the same time that I sucked hard, watching as her head fell back and a barely audible moan came out of her as she came and spasmed around my fingers.
As she started to come out of it, she dropped her head back down to look at me, her eyes half-mast and a small smile pulling the corners of her lips up. Moving my hands so that they were around her hips, I lifted her slightly so she was balanced on her knees, and then scooted out from under her until I could stand at the side of the bed.
I don’t know if it was my expression or the fact that I was lowering my boxers, but her panties were off and gone by the time I straightened back up again.
“I would make a joke about speed,” I huffed out, pulling her by the ankles toward me, “but I have a feeling I’m about to break a record myself.”
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom and tore the package open with my teeth. This was a no-no in case you ripped the rubber, I knew that, but anyone who managed to actually do that was an idiot seeing as how you could clearly feel it inside the wrapper, and it was common sense to go for the edge furthest away. If you didn’t have the IQ to figure that out, you should probably refrain from ever having sex or operating any form of machinery, including a calculator. Harsh, but true!
Rolling it down my length, I shifted back slightly and moved her until she was on her knees straddling me again, with my feet still on the ground.
Looking up at her, I saw her staring at my cock with an unreadable expression on her face. Did she still want to do this?
Charlotte
Physically speaking, tab A inserts into slot B, or the round peg went into the round hole. But until this very moment, the only round peg that had been inside my round hole, came in the form of a tampon – something which was much, much smaller than Levi’s round peg.
Then again, the average vagina was only three to four inches long normally, but could expand by around two hundred percent when aroused, so the statistics were in my favor with this. At least I hoped they were, because right now I wasn’t sure Levi’s tab would fit in my slot.
Reaching down, I put my hand around it for the first time, smiling when it jumped slightly. There were roughly only two inches between the tip of it and my vagina, but Levi stopped me as I lowered myself until it was just touching me.
“Baby, we don’t have to do this if you…”
Looking up, I stared into his eyes as I notched the tip just inside me. Seeing that I wasn’t going to change my mind, he nodded and leaned in to suck my bottom lip between his own.
When he pulled back, he didn’t move too far away and whispered against my mouth, “We’ll stay in this position so that you can control the speed and how much you take, ok?”
Honestly, I would have preferred for him to control that, but at the same time I understood why and it made sense. Plus, enough porn films were made with actors in this position, so it had to be good, right?
Fitting my lips against his, I kissed him as I lowered even more, pausing periodically to adjust to him stretching me. When I was halfway down, I moved my head so that my forehead was resting against his, which meant that when I opened my eyes back up again I was looking down into his green-blue ones.
“Lift yourself back up again until you’re at the tip, baby,” he whispered, “and then lower back down.”
Not looking away once, I followed what he said, and holy shit it was fucking amazing. Not that it wasn’t before, but he was now further inside me and the sensation of his cock pushing back inside me was indescribable.
Doing it again, I didn’t stop this time until I hit the base of him – which was incidentally at the same time that he hit the base of me.
There were roughly eight thousand nerve endings in the clitoris in comparison t
o only roughly four thousand in the penis, and I was almost certain at this point that every last one of those nerve endings was screaming their heads off. It made me feel sad for poor Levi’s cock who was only feeling half of what I was, but I’d apologize to it later.
As awesome as taking it slowly was, soon enough the need to speed up my movements took over, and that’s when I felt a similar burn in my thighs to what I’d felt when I was horseback riding a week ago. Had it only been a week ago? Jesus, it felt like it had been months, but now that I was riding Levi I was even more grateful for the lesson in controlling my thigh muscles. That said, it probably also meant that my legs would be screaming at me tomorrow which would suck because I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to stop doing this, and if they did that I’d have to.
I’m not sure how, but Levi obviously read something in my expression and the grip that he had on my hips changed to helping support me as I moved. On the next plunge down, he stopped me from rising back up again and moved my hips forward and backward, making me clench down around him.
Every time I tried to cry out or make a noise, all that would come out was the sound of air, and it was really starting to piss me off. I wanted to scream out or even yell his name – until seconds later when an orgasm hit me out of nowhere, and then I wanted to be the woman screaming that I was coming. Instead, all I could do was open my mouth and try to get enough oxygen into my lungs to survive it. That might not sound like a hardship, but trust me, it was.
Levi held my eyes through every clench and spasm, and never once stopped moving me up and down his length. I wasn’t sure how he did it because the last thing I had enough of was the cognitive functions to remember to keep moving.
Just as it started to leave me, he pressed his lips against mine and grunted into my mouth, not closing his eyes once as I felt him pulsing inside me.
Remembering what he’d done while I was coming, I ground down into him and then moved my hips slightly, watching as his eyes widened in surprise at the move. With a shuddering breath, he finally closed his eyes and groaned deeply, holding me tightly against him.
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