by Ramona Gray
I parted my lips, groaning again when she sucked on my bottom lip. When her tongue slipped into my mouth, I leaned into her, I couldn’t help it. She grabbed my arm and slid it around her waist. I held her tightly as she explored my mouth with her soft tongue.
She pulled back and gave my lower lip a light nip. “Your turn.”
We kissed again and when I licked her bottom lip, she parted her mouth. My entire body on fire with need, I slid my tongue into her mouth. She let me taste and explore for a few seconds before she sucked on my tongue.
Our kissing turned hot and heavy, our tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths as we both tasted and teased. Holy shit, I had no idea kissing could be like this. Had no concept of just how amazing it was to kiss the woman you loved.
My hips arched, and I made a loud moan of pleasure before pulling away. I was already short of breath and I studied Mia’s swollen mouth as she rubbed the back of my neck with her soft hand.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Yeah, I – that was good.”
“It was,” she said. “You’re a natural at kissing.”
“Thank you.”
She laughed and tugged on my hair. “You’re welcome.”
Before I could reply, she was nuzzling my neck and at the feel of her soft tongue licking my neck, I almost came in my goddamn pants again. My cock was a fucking rock against the stiff material of my jeans. When Mia ran her hand over my chest, I knew without a doubt that I wouldn’t make it to the fucking.
Embarrassed beyond belief, I pulled away from her touch and gripped my knees with both hands.
“Elijah? What’s wrong?” She asked before leaning against me. Her left breast pushed against my arm, and I groaned before trying to ease away. “Are we moving too fast?”
I shook my head and made myself say it. “No, but I don’t think I’m gonna last. I’m sorry.”
Thank fucking Christ, I didn’t have to explain myself, nor did Mia even seem all that put out. Instead, she said, “That’s all right. Why don’t we make you cum right now and get it over with?”
I gave her a wry look and she blushed. “Oh God, that didn’t come out right at all. What I meant is that – I feel like a good deal of your anxiety is stemming from your worry that you’re gonna…you know… before we even have sex. Am I right?”
“Maybe,” I said.
“Well then, let’s make you cum right now. It’ll take some of the pressure off you. In more ways than one.” She grinned, and I had a moment to appreciate just how sweet she was being to me before she placed her hand on my thigh and I lost any and all ability to think properly.
“Fuck,” I said as my pelvis jerked.
“Does that mean you like the idea?” She said.
“It’s a really great idea,” I said fervently.
She smiled again and leaned back. “Awesome. Undo your jeans.”
My hands shaking, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. My dick strained at the cotton material of my briefs and I was a little embarrassed at the prominent wet spot on the front of them.
“Pull them down.” Now Mia’s voice was a little shaky and it weirdly helped ease some of my embarrassment.
I shoved my jeans and briefs down my legs until they were below my knees. I meant to kick them off, to reach down and remove my socks, but the look on Mia’s face made me still. “Mia? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” She was staring at my cock and more precum spilled out when she licked her lips. “You, um, you have a really nice dick.”
“Oh, uh, thanks.”
She was still staring at it and I was starting to feel a little weird. I’d never really given any thought to whether my dick looked normal or not, but now I was starting to second guess myself. Maybe there was something wrong with it.
“Mia? Please tell me what’s wrong.”
“I swear there isn’t anything wrong,” she said. She raised her gaze to mine and I was a bit puzzled by the apprehension in her gaze. “You’re, just, uh, really big.”
“Am I?”
She nodded. “Porn star big, buddy.”
“I’m sorry?” It felt like a weird thing to say sorry for, but the look on Mia’s face made me feel like I should be apologizing.
She smiled at me. “Oh, honey. Never apologize for the size of your dick.”
The weird moment passed as quickly as it appeared when she gave me another smile and said, “You’re just bigger than my previous lovers and I was having a teensy bit of anxiety about taking you, but it’ll be fine. We’ll just need to go slow, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good.” She leaned close again and wrapped her hand around the back of my neck once more. “Kiss me again.”
I kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth when she parted her lips. She was making soft little moans and sighs that a man could quickly become addicted to. I nibbled on her bottom lip and tentatively slid my arm around her waist again. I wanted to touch her tits, but I wasn’t sure if that was being too bold or – oh holy fucking hell…
I tore my mouth from Mia’s and sucked in a gasping gulp of oxygen. Mia had wrapped her long fingers around my dick, and I made another loud groan of pleasure, my hips jerking compulsively when she stroked me firmly.
“Mia, oh fuck, Mia!” My voice was a hoarse shout as she stroked me again.
Her other hand cupped the back of my skull and with surprising strength, she tugged my head down until our mouths met. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, muffling the sounds of my cries as she stroked my dick.
The feel of her soft hand, the way she rubbed me up and down without any tentativeness or hesitation made me delirious with pleasure. I cried out into her mouth again, my hips rocking back and forth like a piston as she stroked me harder and faster. When her thumb rubbed across the wide head, my orgasm rolled over me like a tsunami wave. Pleasure skated up and down my spine as cum shot out of my dick. I shuddered and moaned as she continued to pump me until every last bit of cum was wrung out of me.
She pulled her mouth away and watched my face intently as I fell back on the bed and moaned her name. She released my dick and rested her hand on my thigh, rubbing gently as I twitched and moaned and tried to breathe through the orgasm induced heart attack I was currently experiencing.
After a few minutes, I cracked open one eye and stared at Mia. She smiled at me. “Hi there.”
“Hey,” I rasped.
“You okay?”
“Fucking awesome.”
She giggled and squeezed my leg. “Good, I’m glad.”
I glanced down at myself, fresh embarrassment spilling through me at the amount of cum that was splattered across my thighs and lower abdomen. I pulled my shirt off but before I could use it to wipe myself clean, Mia plucked it from my hand and dropped it on the floor.
“Stay there, I’ll get a towel.”
She left the room and returned with a towel in her hand. I was still feeling embarrassed, but Mia wiped my legs and abdomen clean without any visible signs of disgust. When she gently wiped my cock with the towel, I inhaled sharply, and she gave me a little smile when my dick visibly hardened.
“Getting hard again already? Oh, honey, this is gonna be so much fun…”
Chapter Six
Mia
Okay, so Isabelle was right. Teaching Elijah how to have sex made me feel like a damn sex goddess. From the moment he’d stepped into my apartment, the hunger and need in his gaze was more than apparent.
For a few seconds, I’d wondered if maybe Isabelle wasn’t also right about his crush on me, until reality came crashing in. I’d offered to bang a guy who was nearly thirty and had never had sex, of course he was gonna look at me like I’d given him the key to the kingdom of heaven.
Still, I’d never felt more attractive or sexy than at this moment. Elijah’s need for me was a drug I could quickly become addicted to.
Keep it together, Mia. You’re doing this to help him find a woman, remember? Nothing more
.
My inner voice was right, and I definitely needed to remember why exactly I was doing this. Elijah wanted me, but he wasn’t in love with me or anything. And I could sugar coat this as much as I wanted, but there was a big part of me that offered to help solely because I wanted to get laid too.
Speaking of big…
I tossed the towel that I’d been using to clean Elijah’s cock, to the floor and then tugged his jeans and briefs off his legs. I tossed them on the floor, then yanked off his socks and dropped them.
“Thank you,” he said.
I smiled a little. God, he was so cute and polite. And now that I’d seen him naked… holy shit. I knew his body was incredible but seeing him naked brought on a whole new appreciation for how much he worked out.
I was certain that Elijah had no idea just how fantastic his body was and how many women at the gym probably drooled over him daily. He didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body, and one could almost believe that he’d been carved from stone rather than born like a mere mortal.
His entire body was made of granite-hard muscle and warm skin, and I was itching to lick that truly impressive v-line. Giving Elijah a blow job was high on my list of things to do to him, but I had a feeling the only thing he was really thinking about was sex. Once I’d deflowered him, then I could blow his mind with, well… a blow job.
But first, I wanted my own release. Kissing Elijah was a surprising turn on – I wasn’t lying when I told him he was a natural at it – and the way he’d picked up so quickly on it was also a bit of a surprise. My concern that teaching such a big, strong man to be gentle was, so far anyway, a non-issue. Now, just thinking about Elijah kissing my breasts, sucking on my nipples, and his big hands touching my pussy made me soaking wet.
I turned around and smiled at him over my shoulder. “Can you unzip me?”
His cock – his gloriously large and amazingly thick cock – twitched again. He was already sporting a semi and another trickle of smugness went through me. He sat up on the bed and with a visible tremor in his hands, pulled down the zipper of my dress.
As I slid my dress down and let it pool on the floor, my usual trepidation about a man seeing me in my underwear reared its ugly head. I took a deep breath, straightened my shoulders, and spun around. I might have a round stomach and my thighs might touch, but I was still beautiful. I was still…
The thought died in my head as I studied Elijah’s face. The look of pure delight and wonder on his face made me feel sexy and powerful. I was wearing a matching set of black bra and panties, and my own lust kicked up a notch when Elijah stared hungrily at my tits.
He was still sitting on the side of the bed and I stepped between his legs. He was so tall that even with him sitting and me standing, he was eye-level with my mouth. Not that he was looking at my mouth. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from my chest, and my feelings of sexiness and power increased.
I reached behind and unclasped my bra, smiling teasingly at him. “I’ll let you practice how to undo a bra later, all right?”
He nodded, his gaze still planted firmly on my chest. It was a little adorable the way he lost the ability to speak when seeing me half-naked.
My usual shyness had completely disappeared, and I let my bra slip off with a wiggle and dip of my shoulders. I dropped it on the floor with my dress and watched the muscle in Elijah’s temple tick, tick, tick.
He was breathing rapidly and when I glanced down, his cock was fully hard again. Good lord, did I love me a man with a quick recovery time.
His hands were clenched into fists on his knees. Smiling a little, I said, “You can touch them, Elijah.”
He didn’t move. I wasn’t sure if he was frozen to the spot with lust or fear, so I reached down and wrapped my hands around his fists. “Give me your hands, honey.”
He uncurled his hands and I guided them to my breasts. He cupped them gently and reverently and while I appreciated his gentleness, he was acting like I was made of fragile glass. I put one finger under his chin and tipped his head up until he was staring at me. His dark blue eyes were stormy with lust and desire, and another muscle in his jaw had joined its brethren in ticking.
“I won’t break, Elijah. Touch me.”
His shy smile sent a weird trickle of tenderness through me. I studied his face for a moment, taking in the broad nose, heavy brow, and wide cheekbones. Maybe Isabelle was right, maybe Elijah wasn’t the best-looking guy in town, but if she could see him now, she’d realize that he was far from unattractive.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“You won’t. Trust me.” I rubbed his forearms and gave him an encouraging look. “If you do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
His gaze dropped back to my breasts and when he gently squeezed them and then ran his thumbs over my nipples, I made an encouraging moan. He circled my nipples again, groaning under his breath when they hardened. When he tentatively plucked at my right nipple with his thumb and forefinger, I inhaled sharply, my back arching as pleasure arrowed from my breast straight to my pussy.
He gave me a worried look and I shook my head. “I liked it. Do it again.”
He lightly pinched both my nipples at the same time. I moaned happily before sliding my hands into his hair and tugging his head toward my breasts. His warm breath washed over my nipples and when he kissed my right nipple and then my left, I made another encouraging moan.
He pressed a kiss between my breasts, both hands squeezing and kneading them lightly, before he kissed across my left breast to my nipple. When his hot mouth closed around the tip and sucked lightly, I cried out with pleasure. I squeezed his skull and arched my back, encouraging him to suck harder.
“Oh God,” I moaned, “good, that’s good, honey. Just like that.”
He grinned up at me, the shyness replaced by an almost boyish confidence. He played and toyed with my tits, alternating between using his fingers and his mouth to tease and torment.
“Fuck, you’re a really fast learner,” I groaned.
“I like pleasing you,” he said.
I smiled down at him as he kissed between my breasts again. His sweetness and his tenderness were a welcome change from my previous lovers. Whether it was just his personality or the fact that he’d never been with a woman, his vulnerability was achingly appealing to me.
His big hands were rubbing the front of my thighs as he kissed my breasts. I already knew he’d be too shy to touch my pussy without prompting, so I pushed lightly on his shoulders and stepped back. It was time to teach Elijah how to make me cum.
“Lie back on the bed, Elijah.”
He did what I asked, lying on the right side of the bed. His cock was still rock hard and when I curled my fingers into the waistband of my panties, a look of almost painful need crossed his face. His hand went to the base of his dick and squeezed. He stroked himself twice before suddenly snatching his hand away, the lust on his face replaced with guilt.
It struck me as a little strange, but I chalked it up to general nervousness. I smiled at him. “Go ahead and touch yourself. I don’t mind.”
He shook his head, red infusing his cheeks as more guilt flooded his face. I ignored the way my weirdness meter was rising and slowly slid my panties down my thighs. I stepped out of them and watched the emotions cross Elijah’s face as he stared at my pussy. Lust was prominent but, weirdly, there was still guilt as well.
Suddenly worried that I was pushing him to do something he didn’t really want to do, I said, “We can stop, if you want, Elijah.”
His gaze whipped up to mine and he immediately shook his head. “Christ, no. Please.”
Relief replaced my doubt and I climbed onto the bed and laid on my back next to Elijah. He immediately turned on his side and cupped my breast, giving me a quick look. I tugged his head down to mine and we kissed again. God, I was rapidly growing addicted to Elijah’s kisses.
After a few minutes, E
lijah pulled back and studied my mouth. “I want you so much, Mia.”
“I want you too,” I said. His hand was still cupping my breast, his thumb rubbing back and forth over my aching nipple. I took his hand and grinned at him. “Time to teach you how to make me cum. You good with that?”
“Yes,” he said. “Hell, yes.”
I giggled and parted my legs before guiding his hand between them. He cupped my pussy gently, staring into my face as I said, “Just like kissing, the key is to start off soft and slow. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good.” I gave him a saucy smile before tucking my hands under my head. “Touch me, handsome.”
“I’m not sure, I mean…”
“It’s all good. Let’s get you familiar with a pussy first, and then I’ll show you what I like best. Okay?”
A grin crossed his face and I said, “What?”
“After school special again,” he said.
I laughed and cupped his face, pressing a kiss against his mouth. “Should I be threatening you with a pop quiz after the lesson?”
He laughed, and the sound brought a twinge of pleasure to my belly. I kissed his mouth again. “Touch me, Elijah.”
I gave him an encouraging look as he gently rubbed my wet pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. I found his look of studious concentration truly charming. When his finger slipped between my lips and rubbed across my clit, pleasure flickered through my veins. I arched, grabbing his forearm and moaning softly when he rubbed it again.
He stopped, giving me an uncertain look, and I shook my head. “Nope, don’t stop. That feels really good.”
I clung to his arm, my pelvis beginning to rise and fall as he rubbed small circles over and around my clit. He was touching me gently, maybe a little too gently, but there was something to be said about a man with a soft touch. I squirmed a little on the bed, letting my thighs fall open when he slid his fingers down my slit to my entrance. He pushed one thick finger into me, and our loud groans intermingled.
“Oh,” I moaned when he slid his finger in and out with slow strokes.
“You’re so wet, so tight,” he whispered.