I take his shirt off, undoing the buttons one by one, and then running my hands inside the open sides, feeling the hard ridges of his muscle, the fleshy firmness of his chest. I feel his hard nipples on my palms, and all the while I’ve got my tongue in his mouth, dancing with his. We’re mashing mouths, sharing saliva, breathing into each other.
And then I’m struck by a sudden, paralyzing nervousness. I push him off me, and he leans back, looking at me, worried for a moment.
“What is it, Pen?”
“It’s just,” I begin, but the words drain away.
“Tell me.”
“I’ve never—”
“I know. I won’t hurt you.”
“You know?”
He grins. “It’s obvious.”
“That bad?”
“Nothing bad about it.”
“But… I’m not really sure what to do.”
“You don’t worry about that,” he says, kissing me again. I suck in a sharp breath of air, and we’re lip locked again, writhing against each other.
“I’ll do everything,” he tells me.
I feel my bra unclip, and realize that he did so without me even noticing. I let it fall off my arms, baring my breasts to him, and his pupils seem to get bigger, and the expression on his face grows hungrier. He cups my breasts in his hands, squeezing them, kneading them, before lowering his head and taking one of my stiff nipples into his mouth.
I groan as he sucks on it, bites it, rolls it around, tongues it. I run my hands through his hair, grip onto it, pull at it, pull him against me so that he sucks on my nipple harder.
His fingers make their way down over my stomach, and then they’re at the button to my jeans. He gets it undone, pulls my jeans down, and he helps me step out of them, before kissing down my belly until his face is hovering just inches from my sex.
The only thing that separates his tongue and lips from my swelling womanhood is a dainty piece of fabric; my favorite, purple underwear.
He looks up my body, and his piercing eyes meet mine, and I think to myself that he’s never looked more attractive.
I bite my lip, nod at him, and he slips two fingers beneath the elastic of my panties at my hips and begins to pull it down my legs.
I watch as he does it, study his face as my sex bared to him. Somehow, he gives off the impression that he’s starving for it, that he needs it. It makes me feel wanted, desired. It washes away my fear, my nerves.
Then, catching me by surprise, he drags his tongue up through my slit.
*
God, she smells and tastes so fucking good. I look up at her, and she looks surprised, but she looks like she wants me to lick her again. And so I pull my tongue up through her folds again, circling around the top of her clit, and she lets out a soft moan, and leans against the bathroom tiles.
It must be cold, but she doesn’t even notice.
I begin to lick her clit, and she opens her legs wider for me. She’s got her fingers in my hair, and she’s pulling me onto her, and so I lick her like it’s the last pussy on earth I’m ever going to eat.
I suck on a finger and ring her entrance with it, and her whole body shakes and shudders as I tease her. I look up at her quickly, see that her eye are closed and that she’s lost in it all.
I rub her front wall, work her clit rhythmically, and I can feel her body getting hotter, feel her writhing against the tiled wall. She’s moaning more and louder, and her hands are gripping at my hair harder.
“Come in my mouth,” I tell her, pausing only to say the words before I dive right back into her sex. God, she’s got such a great pussy. She tastes so good. I greedily luck her juices off my fingers.
“Ooohh,” she whispers. She’s lolling her head back now, and I can feel her body tightening, and so I redouble my efforts, eat her like a hungry dog, eat her like it’s what I need to survive.
She moans louder, sucks in air sharper.
She pushes me away.
“No!” she gasps, grabbing my hands and yanking me to my feet. “Not like this.”
We don’t even make it into the shower. She takes my hand and pulls me through my own apartment until we get to the bed room, and she pushes me onto the bed, and she climbs on top of me.
She reaches down and grabs my dick, and she looks at me out of lust-laced, heavy-lidded eyes.
“It’s my first time,” she whispers.
“Go slow,” I say. I reach over to the bedside table, fumble it open and pull out a condom. “But we’ll need this.”
*
I tear open the condom packet and pull it out. The strong smell of latex reaches my nostrils. I scoot back until I’m sitting on his legs, and for the first time really realize how big his cock is.
“You’re big,” I say.
“I am,” he says.
“Is it going to hurt?”
His expression softens, and he puts his hands on my thighs. “Maybe.”
“Fuck it,” I say. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, and my belly is on fire with anticipation.
I grip his cock – I can’t even get my fingertips to touch my thumb – and begin to jerk him. He leans back and his eyes half-close, as I pump him. I don’t know what I’m doing, or if there is some kind of special method, but he seems to like it, and so I just keep going.
“Pen, you need to put my condom on,” he says breathlessly after a moment. He gets onto his elbows, and his stomach muscles crunch. His snowy eyes look into mine. “Because you’ve got me so worked up, if you wank me any longer…”
“Okay,” I say, grinning. I roll the condom down his cock, and am surprised to see it doesn’t reach all the way to the base. “Is that going to come off?” I ask.
“No, he says, and he reaches out and takes my hands, and I straddle him once again.
He puts a hand in between my legs and begins to touch me, and I moan as a finger dips into me, shiver as he brushes my clit. He’s smearing my wetness around, and then he grabs his dick and holds it upright by the base, and looks at me.
I swallow, and begin to lower myself onto him. He’s really wide, and when he’s at my entrance I gasp, because I realize I’m going to need to push down pretty hard to get him in.
“Fuck,” he groans as I lower myself more, and I feel his head slip inside me. I moan as my nerves are set on fire. He’s stretching me already, and in amongst the tantalizing sensation I feel is a hint of pain.
I lower myself farther onto him, and tremble as I feel him fill me up complete. I feel so full inside, it’s like I’m being touched everywhere.
“Shit,” I breathe, lowering myself until I’m sitting on him. He’s really deep inside me.
“God, Pen, you are tight,” he says, rubbing my thighs. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come fast. Come here.”
I lean forward, and he pulls me down onto him, and he crushes his lips on mine. I’ve never felt like this before, so utterly desire, the object of his need. I kiss him back hard, and I moan loudly into his mouth as he begins to pull himself out of me.
“Oooh,” I sound, running my fingers through my hair. “Slower, Pierce.”
He withdraws his cock gradually, until it’s all the way out of me, and I feel this sudden emptiness so I press back on him. He slides into me easier this time, but I queef, and cover my mouth. He just grins, pulls my lips to his again.
He starts to fuck me, gently, slowly, and God if it isn’t the best feeling ever.
But I want to be in control, and so I sit up, put my hands on his hard, muscular chest, and begin to ride him. It takes me a little while to figure out the best way to do it, but then I’m rocking back and forth on him, plunging his manhood deep inside me while grinding my clit on his pubic bone, and fuck it’s amazing.
I begin to ride him faster, harder. I start to really mash my clit into his pubis, gyrate my hips, get lost it in all. It feels so good, pleasure thrills through my every nerve ending. His cock is so big inside me.
Really, I nev
er want this to end.
He holds my hips and begins to thrust into me, and all I can do is let him take the reins. He pulls me back down to him, buries his nose in my neck, and he smells me while he fucks me hard. The slapping sounds of our sex are all that I can hear.
“On your knees,” he practically growls, pushing me off him. He turns me around roughly, slaps my thighs so that I shut them, and then presses his throbbing tip against my yearning entrance.
He begins to push in, and in this position, with my legs closed, I’m so much tighter, and I can feel so much more. I feel like I’m blinded by pleasure as he inches into me bit by bit until he bottoms out.
He’s rubbing the small of my back, grabbing my ass, slapping it, running his hands over the tops of my thighs, my hips. His fingertips leave trails of heat and buzzing energy, and I think to myself that I could be touched by him forever.
“No, no!” I moan as he starts to fuck me hard, as he clamps onto my hips and begins to bury himself inside me over and over. My whole body is shaking; the whole bed is rocking, and the headboard is slamming against the wall again and again and again.
“Pierce!” I cry as he speeds up, as he fucks me with wild abandon. He coils my hair in his hands and yanks my head back, and I feel his hot breath on my neck as he kisses me there.
“You fucking love this, don’t you?” he growls into my ear. “You are so fucking hot.”
His pistoning becomes more aggressive, more forceful. He lifts up my hands by my wrists and places them on the wall.
I feel a hand on my stomach, and he’s guiding it upward. “Curve your back,” he says into my ear. “Yeah, like that. You’ll feel me more now.”
So I curve my back like a cat, upward, and he’s right; with my hips angled down, I can feel each of his thrusts grinding against my front wall, against my G-spot, and it’s just fucking mind-blowing.
“Come on,” I beg, licking my lips unconsciously, making faces and sounds I never thought possible. It’s like he’s reached into the very depths of my soul, and now he’s playing me like an instrument.
He’s going to make me come, and God, he’s going to make me come hard.
“Come on, Pierce!” I beg, throwing my hips back at him, using my hands against the walls to push back at his every thrust. The slapping of our bodies becomes sticky, wet, and I know it’s our sweat. I can feel the heat in the room; the temperature feels like it has doubled.
“Oh God,” I moan, feeling the pressure inside me growing. It’s right in my belly, a force of blissful energy I know is going to be released. I’m climbing, ascending, getting closer and closer and closer.
“Don’t stop!” I wail, reaching behind me with one hand and grabbing onto his hand. He grips mine tight, fucks me harder.
“Touch me,” I beg. “Touch me Pierce, oh God, touch me!”
I feel him snake a hand around my hips, and then his fingers find my swollen pearl and instantly it’s like a light is switched on. I’m climbing, the pressure is building, and he fingers my clit deftly as he fucks me, as he slaps my ass with his other hand, as he coils it in my hair and yanks my head back.
“Oh shit,” I pan, punching my hips backward to meet his every thrust. My eyes are shut tight and I’m just feeling so good everywhere right now.
Sex is the best thing ever.
He begins to finger my clit faster, drive into me harder, and soon my moans are snatched away, and all I can do is leave my mouth open in a silent scream until I find my voice again.
“Oh fuck, Pierce, fuck, fuck, no, no, no!”
I’m panting the words, but he continues to drive himself into me, drive me toward oblivion. His fingers work magic on my clit, dance above my nubbin, and I’m just helpless, powerless, as he plucks strings of pleasure I never knew existed. He plays me like an instrument. He knows exactly how to pleasure me.
“Come for me, Pen,” he groans. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel you come.”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
“Yeah,” he groans, slamming into me over and over. “Yeah, you love this don’t you?”
“Oh God,” I gurgle.
“Come for me, Pen. I want to hear it!”
I make some kind of sound as he thrusts into me again and again, fingers my clit perfectly. I’m right there, on the edge, on the precipice, about to dive into oblivion. The spring I feel coiled inside me is going to explode. I feel it in my belly, a pressure, and I’m right at the limit.
He drives himself into me, and it’s just what I need. I orgasm, hard, and I’m soaring in orbit, and I’m bathed in bliss and ecstasy crashes over my body like waves at the sea.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” I cry as my whole body tightens, as I feel a pleasure the likes of which I’ve never felt before. It’s so intense, so white hot, it almost hurts.
“Oooooooohh,” I moan at the top of my lungs as he drives me through it, as he makes it last impossibly long. My whole body is on the verge of cramping, and I’m gripping at the sheets, my toes are curling hard around nothing, and I’m shaking and trembling and writhing and wriggling.
And I’m in heaven.
I hear him groan, feel his whole body tighten behind me, and as my canal clenches around his cock, I feel it swell inside me, grow impossibly bigger.
It twitches inside me, and he lets out a deep, rumbling sound of pleasure as his cock fires again and again, as he empties himself into the condom, as white hot bliss of his own wracks his body, sends him spiraling into a vortex of pleasure.
And then it’s over, and I’m coming down the other side, panting, heaving, sweating, dizzy. My elbows shake, buckle, and I fall onto the bed face first. He’s taken his fingers off my clit – I’m too sensitive now – and he thrusts into me one more time before stopping.
He falls onto me, wraps me up with his arms, and he kisses the back of my neck and shoulders, making me break out in goose bumps.
“Oh, that felt good,” I pant. I wipe sweat from my forehead and upper lip. Our bodies are clammy, sticking together, hot with sex sweat.
He begins to pull out of me, and I shiver as he does so, once again feeling that gaping emptiness. And then he lies down on the bed next to me, and I lie down and turn to face him. He holds me in his arms, tight against his body, and he kisses me.
We stay lip-locked for long, kissing, tonguing, and the he leans up, and grins.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s go again.”
I look at his cock, and notice that it’s still rock hard.
“You need to change your condom,” I say.
*
chapter eleven
I stare at the email on my phone. My heart has stopped. The blood in my veins has gone cold. All my hairs are standing up on end.
Pierce is beside me, still asleep in bed. He’s thrown all the sheets off, and he’s just lying flat on his back, naked, sleeping.
I take a moment to look down his body, and that’s when I notice he’s got a fucking erection.
“Oh my God,” I groan, rolling over.
Even in his sleep!
I refocus on the email, and read it again, and again, and again.
It’s from my father. It starts off with him telling me about a short holiday he and Pierce’s mother took together, just a weekend thing to the coast, dinner on a boat restaurant, taking in a show…
And it ends with him telling me that they’re going to get married, and that they’re planning on doing it next month.
I drop the phone onto the floor, and it thuds on the wooden tiles, waking Pierce.
He rolls over, looks at me, looks down at his naked body, and his erection, and then back at me.
He grins, sliding hand over to my breast. I slap it away, irritated.
“Okay,” he says in a quiet voice, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He gets out of bed, and walks to the bathroom without looking at me. His dick bobs with every step.
I hear him running a glass of water, he downs it in one go, and then starts brushing his teeth.
I grimace. That’s disgusting.
“Check your email.”
Five minutes later I hear him spitting out his toothpaste and rinsing his mouth.
“For what?” he asks, emerging at the door to the bathroom, toweling off his face. His hair is a little wet in front, and its sticking up and out to the side a little.
Yet somehow, he still looks really hot.
“Would you do something about that?” I ask, pointing at his erection.
“Nothing to do,” he says. “Gotta wait.”
“For what?”
“It to go down?”
“Why?”
He shrugs. “Morning wood. Just a guy thing.”
“You mean there’s no way you can get rid of it?”
“There’s one way,” he says, grinning and winking at me.
“Oh, please.”
“But I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“Why?” I ask, curious.
“Because I really need to fucking piss, not sure it would even work if you tried.”
“I’m not trying anything,” I say, frowning. “Can you check your email please?”
“For what, Penny?” he asks, sitting at his computer.
“You sit on your chairs naked?”
He turns to look at me, an annoying grin on his face. “You’re a bitch in the morning, aren’t you? Hey, some people just aren’t morning people.”
“Oh would you just fucking check it, please, Pierce?”
“Okay, okay, hold up.” He shakes his mouse and the screen comes alive. “No emails.”
“What?” I ask. “Doesn’t your mother email you?”
“No. She prefers to write, even over calling.”
“Write?”
“Letters, dummy. We’re not that far into the future yet, Pen.”
“She writes you snail mail?” I gasp. “The wedding will happen before it even gets here!”
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