It's a Date

by Jess Epps

  He climbs my body again and grabs his thick shaft. He teases me with the head of his cock. I can't stand it. The thunderous storm that he is intensifies and I'm about to beg him for it.

  Looking up at him, I can see his eyes are dark, filled with lust. I can tell he's just as affected as I am yet he's holding back and I don't want him to.

  "Please, Noah."

  The wide head of his cock is wet from my arousal and I think he's enjoying the way it looks—he obviously likes seeing the way his cock slides between my folds.

  "You have to tell me if this is too much for you," he says in the heaviest, sexiest, throatiest voice I have ever heard. He tries to ease the head of his cock into me, already stretching me out. I gasp and immediately edge back from him.

  He stops moving the instant I move back. He looks up at me pained and I don't know what to do. He's so, so big. "I'm sorry...try again? Please? I want you more than I want to breathe."

  I can see his jaw working. He's determined, yet he's still holding back.

  "Please?"

  A growl comes from deep in his throat as he grabs hold of my hips. He pushes his cock against my opening again. I can't help the scream that escapes my lips. He's stretching me beyond my limits...so far out of my limits.

  He stops moving and his fingers grip my hips. I can't believe this is happening. He’s barely inside of me.

  "Talk to me. It's too much, isn't it?"

  I don't want him to be right. I don't.

  "No, no, please. Don't stop. I want this, Noah." I try and do anything that I can think of. I take his hand and move it to my clit. "Touch me."

  His thumb starts massaging my clit as he leans forward to take my mouth again. "If I can't have you, then I want you to come. I want to watch you come again."

  I kiss him like it's going to save my life. Passionately, full of lust and want. My breath is coming out in a rush. "Please. Try again. I want you."

  "I want you too, baby." He grabs my hips and starts to push in again. I grit my teeth in pain, not wanting him to see that it hurts.

  This is so not what I dreamed our first time would be like. It hurts so badly! I should be able to do this. Stretch! It's what I do. I'm a ballerina, I’m screaming at myself.

  He gently presses his lips against mine and pulls out what he's managed to squeeze into me. "I'm sorry," he says with a voice that is full of emotion. "I won't hurt you."

  I look up at him, completely deflated. Now I know why he's never been able to sleep with anyone.

  He pulls back and gets off of my bed, pulling on his boxer briefs. My heart does a double beat; I feel like I just stopped breathing. He's going? I sit up and pull a pillow across my chest. "Are you leaving?"

  "I can't hurt you," he says as he picks up his shirt.

  "Wait! Just try again." I don't want him to leave. He came all this way and I can't even do this for him. Biting on my nails nervously, watching him dress, I try not to show the hurt in my voice.

  "Please don't go."

  He stops and looks up at me. "You want me to stay?"

  "Yes." I move the pillow from my chest and try to entice him to stay. Then I get off of the bed and walk up to him slowly.

  The massive erection in his briefs gives him away. I know he wants to stay. I'm standing naked in front of him, just like in my dream.

  He's not saying anything to me, barely even looking at me. I stand up on my toes and brush my breasts against him, pressing my lips to his softly. "Stay with me?"

  “Are you sure?” he says in return as his hand slides down my back and cups my ass, his other hand moving into the back of my hair. He likes to hold me like this.

  "Yes, I’m sure.” I move my lips up his jaw, kissing him softly. He seems to like it. "Come back to bed?" I love the way he smells and I run my nose along his thick neck and down to his shoulder, biting down on his muscle.

  I hear him smile as he wraps his arms around my body to carry me to bed. I crawl up to the headboard and move my comforter so each of us can get underneath it. Once we’re both underneath the white comforter, he pulls on my pink blanket that I usually use on my couch, to cover the comforter.

  "I'm sorry," I say because I truly am. I can't stand to see this look on his face.

  He moves closer to me and pulls me against his warm, toned body. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I've had a week from hell and having you in my arms right now is all I could ask for."

  I’m unsure how to respond so I nuzzle his chest and breathe him in one last time before my dreams take me away.

  Noah

  I’M IN NEW York City. I’m in her bed and she’s fast asleep in my arms. It’s the first time I’ve slept since I found out about Mae Ryan. Heather has me by the balls, whether she thinks so or not. I'm glad I'm here, but today is the day she's going to ask questions—questions I'm not sure I can answer with a cool head. The last thing I want to do is scare her. I lightly run my fingers up and down her small yet strong arms, causing her to stir and move closer to me.

  I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s affected by the magnetic pull between us. She’s my polar opposite and now that I have her in my arms, I’m not letting her pull away.

  Shit. I’d say I’m in balls deep, but that’s not the truth, especially after last night. I can’t even fuck the woman who drives me wild. I’m going to have to work her body over multiple times before I’ll be able to get into her snug little pussy to take what’s mine.

  I’m not giving up on her.

  Not this woman. Not this time.

  She exhales and opens her eyes, blinking up at me. I get hard knowing she’s naked under the comforter and blanket, which I’ve noticed is pink. Her little outfit last night did me in. She was in black satin shorts that cut high up her thigh with ivory lace edging…and a matching thin-strapped top with three small satin buttons that barely closed up the front, riding high above her navel.

  My cock throbs when I think about her wearing it again. I think she feels my cock grow because with a cheeky smile on her gorgeous pale face, she reaches down and grabs my shaft in my boxer briefs.

  “Well, good morning, handsome.”

  I smirk and place my hand on her ass, pulling her naked, warm body as close to mine as possible. “I’m having a hard time not touching you right now. I want that swollen cunt pressed up against my lips.”

  She abruptly moves to straddle me, utterly naked, making me forget about what the day will undoubtedly bring. “Is this your subtle way of asking me to try again?” I ask, grabbing her hips.

  “I want those lips on me as much as you do.”

  “I’ll take you however I can get you, ballerina.”

  She grabs my hands, moving them to cover her breasts. Her tits are the perfect size. They are just about a handful, and I fucking love them. I start stimulating her nipples with soft tender touches, not entirely sure if she wants it to be rough, so I don’t chance it. Moving my hands to cup her, I trace my fingers along the outer edges of her breasts, running my thumb along the fold where they fall against her. Her breasts are heavy with hard nipples that peak as my fingers move up to tease her gently. I place kisses around each breast, ignoring those peaked nipples. Her breath escapes her lips in a rush, wanting more.

  I don’t place my lips onto her nipples until her body is trembling with desire.

  “Do you like that?” I ask her with a warm look of amusement on my face.

  The sensual grind of her waist against my manhood gives me her answer. “Touch yourself and show me what you like,” I say, wanting to satisfy her.

  She shakes her head. “I like exactly what you’re doing.”

  Her skin looks flushed and her breathing is labored as I run my tongue around her areolas. I’m watching her react under my touch and it’s turning me on. My cock throbs beneath her. She must feel it because she teases me by grinding her wet folds over the fabric of my boxer briefs. She wants me, a fierce, white-hot, searing hunger.

  I want her to feel so incredibly
comfortable in her skin while I make her mine. “You have the most beautiful tits, baby.”

  She reacts by moaning my name. The sexual responses I’m getting out of her are wild and damned hot.

  "I've wanted you inside of me all night long,” she whimpers as I tug on her left nipple, wanting to see how rough she’ll let me be.

  “It’s going to take a while for me to get you ready. Do you think you’ll be able to handle me?” I ask.

  She doesn’t vocally answer my question again, but she reaches out her hand and tosses the pink blanket that’s covering us off of the bed. Her damned pink glitter is stealing into my dark, brooding storm. It’s the only hint of color I see in my now black-and-white world.

  She thumbs at my boxer briefs to get them off, and when my cock springs free she all but jumps on it. She’s panting heavily as I reach up and brush the hair off of her cheek. I want her. I’m going to take what’s mine. I think she’s ready to feel the wrath of my storm, to feel me like nobody else has.

  Grinning as I roll her onto her stomach, I push her perfect little ass up, leaning over as I kiss her spine, all the way down to her ass. God, I hope she’s yearning to feel me inside of her. Heated desire burns through my veins when she kneels up. I quickly lie flat on my back, pulling her over my mouth until I’m underneath her wet little cunt. She’s wet and ready for me in any way I want to give it to her. I’m kissing, licking, touching, and tasting her folds trying to get her tense body to relax. I reach up and run my finger through her folds, touching her lightly, teasingly.

  I run my tongue over her clit slowly, so she feels every centimeter of my tongue against her. She moans her appreciation as I circle my tongue around her pink, wet, swollen clitoris. I’ve never really enjoyed eating a woman out until now. I always did it just to get them off and get the hell out, but she’s so damned gorgeous no matter how I look at her. I love making her come; I want to make her beg for more until I’ve worked her body over so vastly that she’s speechless. I want her to be pleasured in ways she’s never been pleasured before. I’m possessive over this woman, and I’m going to take her. I cup her ass as the tip of my tongue teases her wet lips.

  I start moving my tongue in different directions in quick darting motions until she shrieks out. Her needy sex spasms and I know I’ve found her spot. Her legs start intermittently shaking.

  “Damn Heather, you are so wet.”

  “You make me so hot,” she responds breathlessly.

  Her hands move down to the top of my head to hold me in place. I’m running my hand over her smooth ass as I lick her slowly, sensually. She’s soaked with arousal as I lap up all I can of her. It happens gradually, but I can feel her entire body stiffening. I grab hold of her hips to steady her as she loses control and comes. She’s shaking in my hands and she’s lost all control over her body. I lick her until she’s stopped trembling and is able to steady herself on her knees.

  “Noah...I…Oh…Can you do that again?”

  Kissing her pink pussy, I grin, “I’ll make you come like that as many times as you want.”

  “The things you do to my body, Noah…”

  “I know, baby, just relax and enjoy yourself. Don’t fight it.”

  I get her onto her back and start my assault on her pussy all over again, this time lying between her legs, adding my fingers inside of her to increase the pressure, and to stretch her out. When she comes, her eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure of her body-curling orgasm. Her sweet, wet walls clench around my fingers as I push against her spot. I don’t remove my fingers from her cunt until she’s sated. Her body wants to lull her to sleep, but that will not be happening on my clock.

  She relaxes and moans softly, begging me for more, and I take her to the edge again and again, giving her all the earth-shattering orgasms she wants. I need her ready to go all day because I’m not stopping until my cock jerks violently inside of her.

  After she’s come five consecutive times, I move back up her body, kissing her highly sensitized skin. Her nerve endings are screaming, but I know she can handle more than what I’ve given her.

  “I think you’re ready for me,” I whisper in her ear as I kiss her damp throat.

  “Mmm, show me,” she says quietly.

  “I think it’d be easier if you got on top—that way you can control it. I won’t hurt you,” I say as I move onto my back. Her room smells like sex; the temperature has risen dramatically, and we’re just getting started. My cock is lying heavily against my stomach, when her tight body moves over mine. She’s suspended over me, and I want to feel her cunt squeeze my cock more than I want to breathe.

  Heather

  I CAN’T COUNT the number of times this Greek god has made me come. He moves so expertly over my body that if he didn’t admit to being a virgin, I would never have known. I still can’t believe that no woman has lasted long enough during foreplay for him to bury that huge heavy cock inside of her but I’m almost glad. He’s completely at my will now as he lies naked on my bed. I’m almost weak from all of the explosive orgasms he’s given me, but I want more. I have his hefty shaft in my hand as he prepares to impale me.

  I take the libidinous lead with all the suggestive confidence I can muster up, and run his head between my lips.

  “Take me how you want me,” he says in a smoky, cool voice.

  I’m moving slowly as his head pushes between my folds, stretching me already. I whimper in delight. It doesn’t hurt because he stretched me and warmed me up so much—all I feel is body-trembling pleasure. He’s gritting his teeth as I push my sex down on his almost convulsing cock.

  “FUCK!” I yell, as he stretches me even more. If I don’t go slowly enough, I’ll come just by the sheer size of him.

  He’s watching me take his ragged virginity. He’s not innocent or pure, but I’m taking what no one else has ever ventured to take before.

  His erection is made of steel as I sink down farther until I’m sitting on him. He’s balls deep inside of me and he feels so incredibly good. I can feel every thick vein on his dense cock.

  “Holy hell, baby! Are you okay?” he asks in shock.

  I only nod because I can’t speak. I’ll scream if I do. I’m not in pain—I’m just so…so…full! I’ve never been so full in my life before. Not with the three men I’ve had before Noah. Never.

  I decide to try moving by rotating my hips in a circular motion, conjuring a grunt from his lips. It makes me whimper. I have full control over him and it feels empowering.

  I lean back, wanting him deeper. I love how he feels inside of me. I’m resting my hands on his shins, and he has a full view of his solid cock buried deep, deep, deep inside of me as I slowly move up and down.

  “Noah…” I moan out.

  His hand moves down from my heavy breasts to my very swollen clit. His thumb starts rubbing me. He’s worried about getting me off? I’ve never had a vaginal orgasm, but I know with his size, thickness, and sexy, raspy voice, he’ll make me come. It feels all too good.

  I move his hand away and bring it up to my mouth, biting on the pad of his finger then sliding it between my lips and sucking on it.

  "Don't worry about me, Noah...just enjoy this."

  His growl seems to make my windows tremble. “Heather,” he chokes out, “I’m not coming without you.”

  He’s so bossy and so determined, and he’s stealing all things sane about me. My back is arched as I move up and down his shaft when he starts taking control, quickening our pace.

  “Hold on,” he hisses with tortured desire.

  My core tightens.

  His fingers are digging into my side as he lifts me up so he can fully pull out of me then drive back into me with immense force. My breasts bounce violently as he pounds into me.

  "Ohhh...!" My head falls back; I can’t catch my breath.

  "You like that? Tell me how fucking good I make you feel!" he demands. I can’t look down at him for the pleasure boiling through my body is immobilizing.

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p; “If….if you do that again I will come!” I screech breathlessly.

  The sexy bastard rotates his hips as he starts going hard, hammering my wet, sensitive sex. I lose it. I’m coming uncontrollably for this man. He holds me up as he continues to pump into my pulsing walls. I’ve gotten tighter while coming and he’s grunting with each and every thrust up into me. I can barely comprehend the electrified orgasm that is spiraling through my body.

  My fingers are digging into his muscular calves as I hold on for dear life. I want to feel him come inside of me so badly. I want him to lose himself. I love that I've taken this from him—I feel so powerful.

  His chest heaves with heavy breaths as he slams up hard, burying his head deep inside of me, and then stilling. He’s so completely motionless. He groans through his teeth as his cock jerks wildly inside of me. Then I feel him. He’s warm and I feel every single time his cock jolts and empties another warm load into me. He continuously groans and it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. I've done it. I've given him this. This is mine.

  After a few moments, he opens his eyes and looks up into mine. His eyes are wild and satisfied. Neither of us says anything, but he moves. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me so I’m able to sit up. I feel warm and extremely wet. When I look down, his sultry sea-salt come is leaking out of me. He follows my eyes down and smirks. He moves my hand south and slowly drags my index finger against us. Placing my finger against my lips, he implores, “Suck.” He wants me to taste his salty goodness and my sweetness combined.

  I'll do anything this man asks me to do, so without hesitating I open my mouth and suck on his finger. Moaning in appreciation, I hold his hand with both of mine while I lick and swallow our juices then look up at him through my thick lashes.

  "How do we taste, ballerina?"

  My sex is aching again. What is he doing to me? I smile sweetly and run my hands into the back of his now damp hair.

  "You tell me..." I say right before I press my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He kisses me back passionately, and slowly. His chest is still heaving as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. We taste so good together.