by ANDREA SMITH
He took his other arm out from beneath his head, and placed it on my hip, moving his other arm down to join it on the opposite hip.
His erection was springing to life again, and it was impressive. With both of his hands now on my hips he pressed them against me in a rolling motion, lifting me in a rocking motion that caused my sex to grind against his abdomen. I felt wet down there and tingly, as my hips started undulating on their own against his warm flesh.
“Oh, god you are so sweet, Tylar,” he breathed between kisses. “You are my angel,” he whispered, moving his hands back up to my head, fisting them in my hair.
He moved me up a bit higher, positioning me so that he had full access to my breasts with his mouth. His warm wet tongue traced around the nipple, slowly and leisurely, around and around, gently teasing it while his eyes locked with mine. He then moved to the other, giving it the same attention with his lips and tongue, his other hand massaged and cupped the first one. He raised his head and moved me lower so that he could take my nipple into his mouth, suckling it and licking the nipple alternately. I caught my breath with the sensation.
This beautiful man was making me feel pleasures that I had never thought possible. I moaned softly and he was pleased, continuing the same suckling on my other breast. His erection was rubbing against the outside of my sex, wanting to find a way in. I was so wet down there; I knew my body would respond to everything he did.
He lifted me off of him and placed me beside him on my back. He rolled over and straddled me with his strong legs folded; his muscular thighs on either side of me. He lifted my buttocks with his hands, bringing my stomach and pelvic region up closer to his face.
He kissed my stomach, and hips, moving downward slowly, tracing the line from my bellybutton to my womanhood with his tongue. His fingers gently plied the folds of my sex, parting them slightly so that his tongue could trace each delicate fold as if it were a petal of an exotic flower.
His hot, wet tongue found my clitoris and ever so gently continued a circular tracing of it, rhythmically flicking it softly with the tip of his tongue after completing a circle each time. He continued this in a fluid rhythm, while still fingering the outer folds of my vagina with a very gentle pressure, distributing it in different places as his tongue continued to do its circular dance around my clitoris.
Something was building up in the core between my legs. It was something unfamiliar to me. It was numbing, then pleasurable, building up to a feeling of explosive need for release. I could hear my breathing getting faster and shallower, wetness was dripping from my sex, but Trey didn’t mind, he continued working it with his mouth and tongue as if he was sucking nectar from some magical flower.
Trey could feel my body start to tremble with the desire for release, but I was afraid to because I wasn’t sure what would happen. Soft moans came from me, so primal that I hadn’t realized they were from me at first.
“That’s it, baby,” Trey said gently, “That’s how it’s supposed to feel, just let it go, baby, just come for me, okay?”
He continued with his methodical and magical love-making with his mouth. The final release shook my body until I thought I would come apart. I was moaning and crying with pleasure, my hands fisting in Trey’s thick hair. My hips were rotating in sync with his mouth and tongue.
“You taste so good, baby, he said, that’s it keep coming for me, you taste so fucking good.”
My body gave one final shudder and then it was if my legs had turned to jelly. Trey released me gently back to the bed, and then put his mouth on mine, letting me taste the salty sweetness of my sex. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tightly to me, kissing him and rubbing him for the pleasure he had brought to my body.
I opened my eyes and he was watching me, seeing my flushed face, my hair still damp from the shower or maybe from what we had just done. I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me.
I pushed myself up as he was sitting back on his haunches and pushed him back. I knelt beside him and took his long, thick penis into my hand positioning it so that I could run my tongue down the full length of it.
I cupped his balls gently, and let my tongue circle the tip, then move down the shaft, swirling around the entire base of it. He had one arm crooked behind his head; the hand was running his fingers through my hair. I continued licking his penis, and then sheathed my teeth as I inserted the length of it into my mouth, moving up and down, gently so as to stroke it from tip to root with my mouth.
He moaned softly and sighed as I continued to gently knead his balls with my fingers, taking my forefinger, and lightly letting the fingernail trace the seam from scrotum to rectum.
“Oh baby, that’s right, keep it up,” he moaned.
I liked knowing that I was pleasing him. I continued my oral ministrations to his lovely penis, changing rhythm and going from clockwise to counter-clockwise to mix it up. I discovered that when I ran my tongue along the ridge near the head where it resembles a mushroom top, Trey groaned with pleasure.
I tried some gentle flicking of my tongue in that area, while working my hands gently at the base causing his hips to gyrate and more moaning. I would store that for future reference. I let my breasts rub against his balls while I licked his penis, and soon felt him lift me up from him.
“Baby, you’re about ready to make me come and I need to be inside of you, okay?”
I nodded.
Trey reached over and grabbed a foil condom packet. Hmmm, he came prepared I noticed. He opened it, removed the ring, and rolled the condom down the length of his penis.
I was betting those suckers came in sizes as I couldn’t imagine one size fitting all after seeing the length and girth of Trey’s manhood. I was a bit nervous about this part, but it had to be dispensed with - I knew that.
Trey asked me if I preferred to be on top, where he explained I could control the depth and timing of the penetration according to my tolerance to pain, or if I wanted
to be on the bottom, and verbally let Trey know how much and when. I preferred not to over analyze it and just get it over with; these discussions were a source of irritation.
“Can’t you just ram it into me good one time and we’ll be done with it?” I suggested.
He looked horrified that I would say such a thing to him.
“I don’t think so Tylar,” he replied, “If I did as you suggested, we may not be on speaking terms for awhile.”
“Here baby,” he said softly, just lie back here and we’ll play it by ear, okay?”
I did as instructed and Trey told me to keep my legs bent at the knee. He positioned himself between my legs, and once again, put his mouth on my sex and let his tongue do it’s magic within the vaginal folds. The warm wetness came back and he continued to lick and tongue the area, he slipped a finger inside of me, and gently but methodically moved it in and out, then slipped a second finger in continuing the rhythm. It felt good, and I wanted more. My hips started rotating with the pleasure of his mouth and fingers.
“That’s my angel,” he purred, “You are getting so nice and wet for me."
He added a third finger, a little tighter, but still as my lubrication increased with the pleasure, it seemed to relax and accept the additional stretch. He moved his head up to where mine was and started kissing me, and letting his sheathed penis rub back and forth between my open legs.
(Umm, this feels good. I want more).
I wrapped my legs around his hips which apparently signaled him it was good to go. He rose up, keeping his mouth connected to mine, removing his fingers and guided the head of his penis into me slightly.
His hand stayed on it, moving the head in circular motions around my clitoris which felt really, really good. He pressed it in further, which was a bit less comfortable but again, took his time, moving it in and out and around the clitoris. I moved my hands down to his buttocks, cupping his cheeks and pulling them in towards me.
Trey went deeper and my hips and pelvis rotated to accept hi
s length, tilting upward to meet his thrusts. At this point Trey’s hands were now on each side of me. My rotating hips and pelvis wanted all of him; my bare feet were now digging into his buttocks, signaling for him to bring it on home as I matched his thrusting movements.
“You are so tight, Tylar. Are you okay baby?” he asked with concern.
“I’m fine, Trey, I want all of you,” I said.
He obliged with one last thrust that sent a flash of white searing pain through me. I screamed out, immediately regretting it. I put one of my fists up to my mouth, biting it to distract me from the pain between my legs.
I thought Trey would back out when I screamed, but he didn’t. It hurt like hell as he continued to thrust himself in and out of me several times. My thrusts weren’t matching his any longer; I just wanted to survive this in one piece. Tears were streaming down my face. Trey was oblivious to it all it seemed. He moaned in pleasure with each thrust.
Gradually, the pain subsided, and I felt a feeling of fullness there, it was not at all unpleasant. I started moving against him again, and he was kissing my face, fisting my hair and moving gently in and out of me with no further constraints.
I loved the feeling of having him inside of me and knowing that he was mine, at least for now. My fingernails lightly scratched his back. My feet were still planted on his gyrating buttocks, my toe ring digging into his left cheek. He didn’t seem to mind.
He raised himself up, moving his penis in and out slowly, again and again. He then lowered his weight back down onto me, and increased his rhythm significantly.
“Baby, I’m ready,” he said, “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m doing fine, Trey,” I said, and it was the truth at this point.
The pain was gone.
He pulled me to him tightly as he moved in and out of me in deep, thrusting motions I started to feel warmth down there spreading, but I wouldn’t get an opportunity to fully explore the potential because Trey was moaning and shuddering as he emptied himself inside of me.
We lay there in a heap, panting and sweating and feeling sticky down there. He slowly pulled out of me after a couple of moments and I saw a look of pure terror on his face as he went to remove the condom. Oh, God, I thought, he’s going to tell me it broke and the next thing you know, I’m knocked up I thought.
(Hmm who does that sound like?)
“What?” I asked, in a scared voice. “Did it break?”
“No baby,” he said gently, “It’s covered in blood.” He held it up so I could catch a glimpse, though had he asked if I wanted to see it, I would have passed. I looked down between my legs where I had felt the stickiness and my thighs had blood smeared on them, so did Trey’s. I lifted my butt and the covers, and there was a large blood stain on the bottom sheet.
“Holy Shit!” I said, in alarm. “What if that seeped through onto the mattress? The hotel is going to make me pay for a new one I bet.”
“They won’t,” he laughed, pulling me over onto his bloody lap.
“And if they do, I will buy it and take this one home.” I looked at him quizzically.
“Why would you want to take this mattress home?”
“I don’t know, kind of a memento, I suppose.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Let me guess. I’m the first virgin you’ve ever bagged?”
He gave me a dirty look.
“Could you please refrain from talking about yourself so crudely, Ms. Preston?”
Now it was my turn to give him a dirty look.
“I talk crudely all the time,” I replied. “You have a problem with it?”
“I do when it’s about you,” he answered.
“I wasn’t referring to the mattress as if it was a trophy for ‘bagging a virgin,’ as you so crudely put it,” he admonished.
“To me, it’s representative of a major step that you have chosen to take in your life, Tylar. And, well, I’m honored that you chose to take it with me,” he said in his soft, silky voice.
I guessed that was about as romantic as it was going to get tonight with Trey. Somehow, I knew that in his mind he thought he had just given me the ultimate compliment or endearment, but really? He was now looking at the palm of my right hand.
“Your hand is bleeding,” he said, confused. “What the hell happened there?”
“Oh,” I said, blushing, “That’s where I bit it, you know, during my ‘deflowering’?”
I could be as cornball as him I decided.
“What?” he exclaimed. “Was there that much pain, Tylar? Why didn’t you say something?”
He was looking at me totally perplexed.
“Gee, I don’t know, Trey. Maybe because I thought the scream said it all.”
“Oh my God,” he gathered me up off the bed, carrying me into the bathroom.
He was really kind of freaking out over this. He set me down on the commode and ran a warm bubble bath for me in the tub. He went to the bedroom and returned with a pair of clean panties and my nightgown. He put a clean towel next to the tub. When it was near full, he tested the water. He picked me back up from the commode and placed me gently into the warm soapy water.
“I’ll give you your privacy, Tylar,” he said gently. “You probably should soak for a while in
the warm water. It’s healing. I’ll be out there if you need anything else, give me a shout out?”
I nodded. It amused me that he felt guilty about sex being painful for me the first time, even though he had acted all technical and textbook about it during our pre-coital conversation. I relaxed and had a nice, long soak in the warm soapy water. I took the wash cloth and lathered it up some, gently dabbing the tender areas with it, rinsing and repeating. I finally let the water out of the tub when it had turned lukewarm. I toweled myself dry. I went ahead and brushed my teeth, and combed out my still damp hair. I was now ready for sleep.
I went out into the living area. Trey was in his boxers, sprawled across a chair, watching some sports channel with his feet propped up on the glass coffee table. His hair definitely had that 'just-fucked' look and a stab of pride hit me knowing that I was the one responsible for it. He looked up as I walked in the room. Those gorgeous blue eyes were perusing me from top to bottom.
“Hey, you,” he said softly, holding his arm out to pull me into his lap. “Are you feeling better now?”
“I feel fantastic,” I said, leaning down to kiss him on his full sensual lips.
Those very magical lips that could make me mewl like a kitten as I recalled, blushing.
I laced my arms around his neck planting kisses all over his gorgeous concerned face. He kissed me back and his kisses were soft and gentle, he pulled my head down to rest on his shoulder, running his hands through my hair as if I had just ran and won the Boston Marathon.
“In fact,” I said, sitting up alert. “I think I’m ready for round two.”
“No, no, angel--you have worn me out,” he laughed.
I doubted that very much. I think Trey was somehow still feeling guilty. Hopefully, he would be over his guilt by morning wood. I snickered to myself planning my a.m. strategy.
He lifted me up off of him, turning off the television with the remote.
"Let’s get some sleep. It's been a big day and tomorrow I want to get up fairly early so we can pick up your
birthday gift.”
“I thought I just got it,” I said, wickedly.
He smacked my behind very gently.
Once in the bedroom I noticed that the king-size bed was fully made up.
“Why did you make the bed up when you knew we were going to be going to bed in a little bit?” I asked.
I was hoping he didn’t have some OCD thing going on.
“I didn’t,” he answered, “I called housekeeping while you were in the bathtub and told them the bed needed changing. They sent someone up.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Someone saw the blood on the sheets?”
It was now my turn to freak out. H
ow embarrassing this is I thought. I was the one that had to face the people working the desk in the morning at check- out.
“What?” he said, innocently, totally clueless.
“I thought clean sheets would be better than keeping the bloody ones on the bed. Besides, I didn’t want us arguing over who was going to have to sleep on the wet spot.”
“You are so bad Mr. Sinclair," I said, laughing.
He picked me up and unceremoniously tossed me on top of the newly changed bed. We climbed under the covers, cuddling each other. I was totally spent, but it was a good feeling; a satisfied feeling.
Trey had played my body as if it were a delicate musical instrument. I wasn’t frigid; I wasn’t a whore, either. I was a woman who loved the feel of a man, strike that, one man inside of me.
He had occupied my body for a short time tonight the truth was, he had occupied my heart for much longer. I heard his slow even breathing softly against the back of my neck.
He was sleeping. His arm was wrapped around me protectively and possessively. I contemplated how our relationship would be going forward.
Trey had made his position perfectly clear during the pre-coital discussion. I wondered if it would be really that simple for him. He wanted no complications, I got that, but sometimes it was the complications that made life interesting.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
When I awoke I still felt Trey’s arm around me. We were spooning. Something else was touching me lower though, right around my butt. I turned to look at Trey. He was still sleeping. I carefully removed his arm from me, placing it gently on the bed. I silently moved from the bed, making my way to the bathroom. I used the toilet, glad that there was no further blood present in my panties. I felt healed. I brushed my teeth wanting my breath nice and fresh for our morning interlude.