by Jessica Park
Chris lets out a sound. “God, Blythe… .”
I have a moment of wondering if I’m doing it right, and then I let the worry fall away. It’s a blow job, not rocket science. I could care less about rocket science. What I do care about is that the noises Chris is making are pure pleasure.
I pull his briefs all the way down and start to sweep my tongue slowly over him. Fuck, he feels so good on my lips. Every taste of him makes me want more. When I move up a bit and then wrap my lips around him, Chris groans loudly. Now I know why he wanted to hear me, to know what I sound like, because listening to him is incredible. I take him deeper into my mouth and then pull back again. Slowly I find a rhythm that seems to work for both of us. I have no idea if I’m doing what he likes, but I don’t appear to be doing anything wrong either. I circle my hand around the base of his cock and slide up and down with my mouth. The way he sounds and the soft touch of his fingers in my hair makes me crazy. As much as I’m dying to make him come like this, it’s not what I want most right now, so I stop as soon as I feel like he might be too close.
I pull down his pants and briefs all the way and stand back up while he steps out of them. Chris wraps his arms around me and draws me in. Our kissing is heated and rushed now, our roaming hands not able to get enough of each other. He barely gets me out of my leggings and underwear before he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us a matter of feet away, and I swipe the box of condoms that I’d conveniently tossed on the bed after my failed masturbation attempt.
“Thank God,” Chris says as he takes the box from me and then sets me on top of the dresser.
He puts his hands over my breasts—just roughly enough that I can feel how much he wants me—and I lean back on my hands. He looks fucking amazing right now, still half dressed in his navy T-shirt and pinching my nipples through my tank. I have to shut my eyes for a second when he runs the shaft of his cock up and down between my legs.
Yeah, we’re not going to need the lube from the vanity. I’m definitely wet.
I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’ve been waiting an eternity for this. “You have to fuck me,” I pant. “You have to. I have to feel you inside me.”
Chris kisses me again, then says, “And I have to be inside you.”
The sound of the foil tearing turns out to be incredibly hot because it means that I’m about to get what I want. And watching him put on the condom and prepare to fuck me is even hotter.
He pulls me to the edge of the dresser, and I have the brief thought that this dresser was clearly designed for the two of us because he is perfectly positioned to enter me. His mouth is on my neck, kissing me hard, and his hands run up and down the outside of my thighs. Our pace is manic, we’re unable to slow down, and I don’t want to.
“Your body is fucking perfect,” he whispers. “You are so beautiful.”
He steps closer, and I whimper as I feel him brush against me. “Chris, please.”
“This is what you want?” he asks while he kneads his hands into my back. “I want you to be sure.”
I take his head in my hands and make him look at me. “I am.”
He gives me the hottest look I’ve ever seen in my life. “God, I want you so much.”
“Show me,” I pant as I wrap my legs around him.
We’re looking at each other as the head of his cock moves into me.
I’m so worked up and so frantic, but then he holds still. “Oh God, please don’t stop,” I beg.
He puts his hand on the side of my face. “Baby, breathe for me. I don’t want to hurt you at all.”
He’s right. I am inadvertently holding my breath, and my whole body is tight with eagerness. I nod and make the lower half of my body, at least, relax. I look at Chris and nod again. As I exhale, he eases a little farther inside me, and it’s all I can do not to lose my mind. He’s barely moving, and I can tell he’s concerned about being gentle. But I’m not. I lean back more and lift up my hips so that I take him in farther. There is some piece of me that’s aware this does hurt, but mostly all I feel is that I want more. When I put my foot on the dresser and lift up higher, Chris gasps and bites his lip as he moves deeper into me. We hold still just for a second and watch each other, both of us breathing hard and trying to control ourselves. But then I tell him, “More. I want more.”
He smiles and leans into me. “You’re all right?”
I lower and lift up again as my answer.
“Whatever you want, baby.” When he puts an arm around my lower back, pulling me close and pushing himself deep inside me, I groan so loudly that I’m pretty sure I’ve caused him hearing loss. I love the feel of his hand on my back, the way he’s supporting my body as he moves out and then enters me again.
“Jesus, you are so hot,” he breathes.
I move my hands to his hips and lift my mouth to his. It’s so hard to speak now, but I tell him, “Then fuck me harder.” After having lived so long without the desire for touch, for sensation of any kind really, I’m finally compensating. I want to feel him as completely as possible. I kiss him once and pull on his waist to press myself against him so that he is all the way inside me.
Chris starts to slide in and out a little faster, staying deep when he goes in and then pulling out almost entirely. Each time he enters me sets off another wave of my hunger for him. I feel absolutely out of control, but for once it’s in the best way possible because it’s the most natural sense of exhilaration I’ve ever had.
Just when I am really starting to feel sore, he slows and changes the tone of our lovemaking. He embraces me tightly, and we kiss until we are drowning in each other and cannot breathe. Chris keeps me close but starts to rock his hips just a bit, grinding into me, staying deep and showing me an entirely different experience. The way his cock is moving inside me … Oh God, this could be addictive. We move rhythmically and intensely, glued to each other. Then I understand something: this is why they say that people become one.
He’s breathing hard into my ear, and by the rasp in his voice as he says my name, I know that it’s my turn to get to listen to him come. He drops one hand from my back to steady himself on the dresser as he moves faster and harder, building to his orgasm. His grip on my back gets stronger, and he pulls me as close to him as possible. I am transfixed by the way he starts to groan and slow down, thrusting involuntarily as shudders overtake him.
His mouth is on my neck, his tongue soft and beautiful as he kisses me everywhere he can reach. Then one hand cradles my face while his lips find mine, and he is sensual, and soft, and slow as we come back down.
We linger, sharing the moment, until he slowly pulls out but does not take his hands from me. “God, I’m sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I just … Fuck, I just couldn’t stop. I’ve never … been like that.” Hearing him struggle for words is awesome. “So … lost in it.”
He starts kissing me again, and I groan as he moves his tongue against mine.
Finally we come up for air. “Yes, I’m more than okay. That was … amazing.”
He shakes his head a bit. “This was not at all how I envisioned you losing your virginity.”
I tip my head to the side and smile. “Oh, I see. So you envisioned me losing my virginity?”
“Well, I mean … “
“And did you happen to be a part of this vision?”
“Um … I might have, uh, thought about …” He clears his throat. “Obviously we have a certain chemistry, and …”
I put him out of his misery and kiss him again. “I am not complaining at all. Did you think I’d want flowers scattered on the bed and candles everywhere?”
Chris traces his finger across my lips. “No, but this was maybe a little rushed. I should have been … more careful with you.”
“You gave me exactly what I wanted.”
He lowers his head to my shoulder and pulls aside the thin strap of my top with his teeth. “No, I was too out of control.”
I shiver as he teases my
skin with his tongue. “You don’t like being out of control, do you?” I murmur.
He laughs lightly. “Not really.”
“Well, I liked it.”
He laughs again. “I’m glad.”
Something occurs to me. Something not sexy at all. “Oh hell. I’m not bleeding, am I?”
Chris takes half a step back, and he rolls his eyes when I hold up his chin so that he can’t look. I peek down and then touch my hand to myself. “Thank God.”
“No?” he asks and immediately steps closer to me and nuzzles my neck.
“No. Then I really would have had to tip the housekeeper big.”
“You’re going to have to tip her big anyway, I think.”
There! I knew we could fuck and not be weird about it. We’re still us. I tangle my fingers in his hair. “Hey, Chris?”
“Mmm?”
I feel his teeth graze my shoulder again, and it takes me a second to ask him what I wanted. “What the hell are you doing back in Madison? Hawaii sounded like it was going great.”
“Oh. That. Don’t tell Sabin that I told you this. He has a court date so we’d planned on being back now.”
“What the hell? For what?’
“That idiot got himself a DUI last summer. He’d be really embarrassed if you knew, so don’t say anything.”
“I won’t. He’s not going to jail or anything, is he?” I am momentarily pulled from my post-sex bliss, and I’m worried.
“No, no. Nothing like that. I promise. He hasn’t been able to drive since then, though.”
Now that Chris says this, I realize that I’ve never seen Sabin drive. It’s always been Chris, Estelle, or Eric.
His hands are drifting over me and even this light contact between us is already arousing me again more than I can believe.
A small sound escapes my lips. I can’t help it. The feel of his touch melts me.
“And what are you doing here?” he asks.
“Just … I had enough time at home.”
He frowns. “You all right?”
“Yes. It was mostly really good. But some shit went down with James and … I’ll tell you about it later. Everything is going to be fine, though.”
He relaxes. “Good.” Chris’s hand on the back of my thigh is going to make me explode. He’s quiet for a moment as he nuzzles into me. “I still think that I have to make this up to you. We need to go slower. A lot slower.”
He lifts me up into his arms and moves us to the bed, setting me down gently. I stare in near awe while he pulls off his shirt. He is so fucking beautiful. His ripped chest is tan and even more mesmerizing than the last time I’d seen him without a shirt. “You ready?” His flirtatious smile kills me.
Unable to answer him, I nod.
I put my hands around his neck and watch while he moves on top of me. “I have a lot of other things to do you, but first I need to be inside you the way I should have been the first time.” He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it against me. I am still soaked from coming, and he covers himself in my wetness. We both groan softly while he does this, and when he touches himself to my clit, I gasp.
I can’t reach that box of condoms fast enough.
When we’re safe, he lifts his chest over mine, holding himself up on his forearms. Chris looks at me as reaches between us and starts to gradually move the tip of his cock into me. I immediately go from highly aroused to completely crazed and put my hands on his lower back to pull him in harder.
“Uh-uh, baby.” Chris shakes his head and raises my hands next to my head. He entwines our fingers. “We’re going to go slow, like it or not.”
I squirm under him, lifting up my chest in frustration, and he smiles but spreads his legs enough to lock me into place. He waits me out. Theoretically, I love the idea of going slow, but I’m still starved for intensity. If I could move, I’d be fucking the daylights out of him already. What I don’t know yet is that he’s going to give me the intensity I want and go slow.
He slides in just a bit more. And then he pulls out. And then he pushes in even more and holds himself there. Chris slips a hand under my lower back and keeps it against me as he eases his cock all the way inside me. He’s making me moan again, and I’m getting louder by the second. Just as I’m about to grab his waist and pull him against me, he holds himself up on his elbow as he begins to fuck me slowly.
I start to get lost in him, and soon I’m drifting into the rhythm, instinctually tilting my hips to meet his. I feel him caress my breast and kiss my cheek. He makes love to me without hurrying, without rushing anything. The hand underneath me lifts my body up to meet his, and I begin to lose all sense of time. All I can do is drown in the experience, helpless in a wonderful way.
Then he’s talking to me again. I’d never thought I’d be so into that, but hearing his voice seems to up the intensity of what he’s is doing. “You’re incredible. God, you have my cock so hard.”
I groan and begin moving my hips faster, and Chris pushes up onto both hands now. He stays deep inside me and rubs his body against me. I instinctually squeeze my muscles to tighten around him, making him catch his breath. He lifts up a little higher, just enough so that his cock presses up, hitting a spot that causes me to tremble. So he starts fucking me a little bit harder … a little bit faster. The slight edge of pain doesn’t bother me at all because he has tapped into my built-up need for pleasure, and that overtakes everything. Now he’s getting louder now, too, and listening to him makes me absolutely crazy. I am writhing under him, my sounds getting more and more desperate while he brings me closer and closer to coming.
And as he talks to me, I start to come. “You feel so fucking good. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this? The way you would feel, the way you would make me feel … What it would do to me to be inside you. How you would move against me.”
I close my eyes and drift.
“Yes, there you go.” The seductive edge in his voice rocks me. “I can feel how tight your pussy is now. How close you are. Come on, Blythe, let me hear you… .”
I stay in that heightened state for a moment before my whole body starts to throb under him, and then I’m making all kinds of noise and saying his name over and over.
This is a euphoria that I’ve never imagined. That I never knew was possible.
When I’ve regained some level of coherence, Chris kisses me again. I can’t get enough of his mouth against mine, and I put my hands on the side of his face, holding him while I start to choose our pace with my hips. I feel his muscles clench and he drops down against me and goes harder. He’s gotten me so wet, and he moves easily in and out.
I tell him not to stop.
I tell him how he’s made me feel and how completely I want him.
I tell him to come for me.
And feeling him tense up just before he does is possibly the best feeling in the world. I hold Chris tightly as I move my hips back and forth to try and give him the same level of ecstasy that he gave me. I raise my legs up around him and make him go faster, bringing him to orgasm. Chris makes it so easy for me to respond, to move with him and for him. I love how it feels as he pounds against me while he comes. There is nothing better. And I know that he must be coming hard because he thrusts into me over and over, until he is almost spent. And just before he’s done, he is kissing me again, and I get to feel his breath in mine while he finishes.
Overwhelmed. I am entirely overwhelmed by him and by being with him.
Eventually he moves from on top of me and lies back on the bed, pulling me to nestle into the crook of his arm. He kisses the top of my head while he drifts his fingers across my back. Neither of us can talk. I cannot believe how good he has made me feel. I just can’t. I mean, the first night that I have sex and … that? He’s clearly some kind of sex god.
I mold my body to his, feeling intoxicated by the amount of pleasure the last hours have provided.
“You’re still okay, right?” he asks me.
“Of course
.”
“You sore?”
I shrug.
“Yes?”
“A little,” I admit. “But I like it.”
He laughs. “You do? Why is that?”
I move on top and sit up while I straddle him. I grin. “Because it means fantastic things just happened.”
“I’m glad you think they were fantastic.” He looks just as happy as I do. He takes a deep breath. “Look, I know this is a stupid, corny thing to say, but … Blythe, it means a lot to me that I’m the first guy you’ve been with.”
Chris draws his hands over my breasts, touching me so tenderly and exquisitely that I can’t believe how fortunate I am to have my first time be with someone whom I trust so completely with my body. With all that I am. “It means a lot to me that you’re the first guy I’ve been with.”
His hands go down the length of my torso, over the curve of my hips and across the top of my thigh. “Your body …” he starts. “Your body is just rockin’.”
Now he’s embarrassing me. I wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable having him do significantly more intimate things than pay me a compliment, but he’s being ridiculous. “Stop it.”
“Seriously. I mean, I’d love your body no matter what, but I have to admit that running has made you even more …” His gaze follows the path of his hands as they travel over me, and I have to look away. “Look at you. These legs, and this waist.” His hands sneak under me. “And this gorgeous ass.”
“Chris …”
“It’s true.” He sits up, puts a hand on the back of my neck and strokes my cheek with his thumb, and then rolls a lock of my hair over his finger. “And these beautiful curls … Face it. You’re gorgeous.”