by Sara Hess
Seeing her there tightened and heated my already stimulated nerves. Shutting off the lights I stepped into the bathroom to brush my teeth and then moved to the bed, sliding in next to her. She was looking slightly self-conscious again as I put my arm around her shoulders pulling her up against my side with her head on my upper chest. She set her hand hesitantly on my abdomen and I couldn’t stop the reflexive constriction of my muscles at her touch. I made sure the blanket covered the cock-stand I was constantly sporting around her.
I really tried to control myself and watch the movie, but minutes later Carrie began moving her fingers in small circles on my abs and that had me doing the same thing to the soft skin of her arm. Her finger tips continued their movement following the defined muscle lines on my stomach up toward my chest like she was studying them. A gentle warm kiss to my pectoral had me freezing and catching my breath.
I had told Carrie that I hadn’t wanted her to spend the night for anything sexual, and I had planned to be good, but if she was going to make the first move than I figured all bets were off. I mean, damn, I wasn’t made of stone.
Sliding down the mattress I captured her lips hungrily, stroking my tongue into her mouth slow and deep and felt the answering touch of her tongue and the pressure of her soft, lush lips. Her responsiveness when I knew how inexperienced and bashful she was always made me crazy with desire. She tasted minty from the toothpaste, and the fresh smell of her was intoxicating. The hard tips of her nipples pushed into my chest through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and bra, and all I could think was…I had to feel them against my palm, in my mouth, against my tongue.
Disengage my lips from hers I trailed them down her chin to her neck. “Do you want to take off your shirt?” Please, want to take of your shirt.
She nodded and exhaled a breathy ‘yes’, and my hands immediately went to pull it over her head. The sight of her full breasts in the modest white bra was better than all the Victoria Secrets bra’s I’d seen in the past.
Taking her mouth again I cupped her breast and squeezed receiving a gasp of delight. The pleasure of touching her went to my head like homemade moonshine I’d had once. I had to see her, taste her. Reaching up I pulled her bra strap down revealing one firm round globe and a puckered nipple that seemed to beg for my mouth. Palming the whole thing I rubbed my thumb over her distended nipple. She tensed slightly and I lifted my head looking at her prepared to stop if she was uncomfortable.
“Is this okay?” I asked huskily.
Her ice blue eyes were dazed as she looked down at my hand on her bare breast. The dark rough skin of my hand contrasted sharply with her smooth taupe skin. Raising her hand she covered my hand with hers and the sight of that was erotic as hell. I squeezed again reflexively pinching her stiff nipple between my fingers causing her to inhale sharply.
She looked back up at me. “Your hands on me feel so incredible.”
I groaned at her words kissing her fiercely before pulling back. “My mouth feels even better though, doesn’t it?” I asked.
She nodded jerkily, and I tried to be gentle but I couldn’t stop myself from latching onto her breast and sucking all I could into my mouth before slowly pulling back till only her nipple remained. Rasping my tongue over it aggressively I pressed it to the roof of my mouth and then pulled with a hard pinch of my lips. Carrie gave a sharp cry and gripped my shoulders convulsively as her hips jerked into mine.
“Auhh!” She exclaimed in shock.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked. I was painfully aroused, but I would do anything she asked of me.
She shook her head. “No, it feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
Uncontrollable desire exploded through me at those words. Reaching behind her I unlatched her bra and pulled it from her body and then gave the same treatment to the other breast. I was dimly aware of one of her hands in my hair gripping tightly and the other on my upper arm, nails digging deeply. The pain was small, nothing compared to the urgency riding me. Blood thundered through my ears, roaring through my veins and cock. A savage intensity urging me to take; instead, I pulled back concerned my control was going to break completely. The last thing I wanted was to frighten her or push her too far, because damn, I wanted to strip her bare and feast on her.
“Oh god, Carrie.” I uttered gutturally about to tell her we needed to slow down for a minute, or ten. When I backed off though Carrie followed me and her mouth latched onto one of my nipples and she followed my moves from before, sucking the small nub in her mouth and rubbing it with her tongue before pulling on it hard. Her naked breasts and hard nipples pressed into my skin as she moved over my chest with her lips.
I’d taken note that if she liked what I did than she returned the favor, and of course that induced very dirty ideas into my head.
The control I’d been trying to establish fled at the touch of her mouth and I grabbed hold of her ass pressing her into me. I needed the sweet relief of pressure against my cock, anything to rub against. All I got was the rough cotton of my underwear and it just wasn’t enough.
Grasping her silky black hair that was falling everywhere like its own satin mantle covering us I lifted Carrie’s mouth from my chest and brought her swollen red lips back to mine, nipping at them. “Carrie, I need to feel you naked against me. We’ll leave our underwear on, but I need to feel your skin against mine.”
Her eyes were dazzling as they stared into mine. I could see that she was completely aroused by what was happening, but also uncertain of what was to come. She nodded in consent though. Telling myself I wasn’t going to take it all the way, just move us forward another step in the petting stage, I went up on my knees and helped her take off her long underwear.
Chapter Thirty-one
CARRIE
Feeling overly vulnerable lying on the bed with my breasts exposed and jiggling as Nic straightened to his knees I cupped my hands over them and raised my hips so Nic could take my long underwear off. He smiled tenderly, but the look in his eyes was hot and intense. I was feeling hot myself, and extremely aroused, but also unsure of what was to come. That we were keeping our underwear on went a long way in alleviating much of my trepidation.
When he pulled his sweatpants off revealing a very prominent erection, still covered, I couldn’t help staring wide-eyed. I’d felt it and seen its erect outline before, but this was very close up. It looked really big.
Nic chuckled, bringing my attention back to his face. He brought the covers back over both of us as he lay down next to me. “Don’t worry; it will stay caged if that’s what you want.” He teased.
I smiled at his attempt at levity and stroked my hand over his smooth jaw that he’d shaved while in the shower. I kind of missed his soft scruff. Our mostly naked bodies slid together, legs entangling, belly and hips flush against each other. His hard, hot erection pressed into the divide of my legs. The contact made my entire body tremble.
He felt it and frowned. “If this scares you we can put our clothes back on.”
I shook my head. “I’m not really frightened, just…uncertain of what’s to come. I love how you make me feel, and sometimes it’s so overwhelming that I know I would let you do anything you wanted to me.” Disclosing my vulnerability to him was difficult, but I wanted him to know how he made me feel.
His eyes closed and his forehead settled against mine. “That is so the wrong thing to say to me at this precise moment, even though at the same time it’s wonderful to hear. It tells me you have complete trust in me and I want that above anything, and though it might kill me I won’t break it.” He pulled back giving me a beautiful smile.
I ran my hands up his shoulders and over his muscled back. His heat and strength never failed to make me feel secure, but at this moment it also sent my heart beating almost painfully fast. “I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way…I mean have sexual intercourse…God, I sound stupid.” I closed my eyes at my own juvenileness.
Nic chuckled. “You can say it any way you wan
t to.” He said nipping at my lips. I followed his lead unable to hold back my response.
When he moved to my neck I sighed out softly. “I know there are other things we can do though.”
His head popped up and there was that intense heat again blazing from his green eyes. “Like what?” He asked thickly.
My face went red. I couldn’t say any of it out loud. “Well, if you don’t know your reputation is sorely exaggerated.”
Astonishment crossed his face but then he laughed. “Sorry, you just surprised me there for a second.” He bent down and nuzzled the sensitive spot on my neck behind my ear causing me to shiver uncontrollably. “We’ll do whatever you feel comfortable with and if you start to feel uncomfortable than just say stop.” His nuzzling continued down to my collarbone his hand moving over my breast tweaking my nipple.
“Does that feel okay?” He asked sucking on my skin.
“Yes.” I gasped breathlessly. His touch set me on fire.
He rolled my nipple between his fingers as his mouth trailed down to the other nipple. His licked at it and kissed around it before taking it between his lips and rolling it around on his tongue. “How about this?”
“Uh huh.” I hissed arching my hips against his the ache in my sex intensifying. His larger body loomed over me one hand braced by my head his lower body pressed and rolling between my legs. His mouth licked and sucked at both of my breasts giving attention to every part of them and I gripped his biceps in an agony of pleasure.
His mouth continued to devour my breasts but I could feel his hand moving down my stomach in a soft caress until it reached the edge of my panties. My breath caught as his fingers played with the elastic and then moved over the material to my sex. He palmed me and I arched and whimpered at the contact. His hand seemed to burn through the cloth.
He groaned against my breast. “You are so hot and I can feel how wet you are. Do you feel how wet you are, Carrie?” He asked massaging his hand in a circle. I could feel more moisture seep out of me as the ache deepened.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Can I feel it?” He asked biting my nipple, not to where it hurt, but it made a zing of electricity shot down there just adding to the wetness.
“Please.” I begged for him to ease the ache. I was hurting so bad.
His fingers slipped under my panties and over the lips of my sex. I couldn’t stop the wild cry of uncertainty and rapture at the intimate contact as his fingers glided slickly through my folds and then moved up to the nub at the top caressing it. I gripped his shoulders convulsively, my nails digging into his skin, my hips moving involuntarily.
“Oh shit, yeah.” Nic groaned. A finger softly circled around and around as he sucked and rolled a nipple in his mouth. I panted, feeling like I was going to hyperventilate.
“Shush, baby. It’s okay.” Nic whispered against my stomach and I dazedly took note that he was moving downward. He continued to rub my nub and slip his fingers over my nether lips and into my opening just a little bit. When he did he would stroke my inside walls causing me to clench up wanting something more.
Nic slipped further down my body and my hands fell from his shoulders to his head. I curled my fingers in his hair apprehensively as his hot breath drifted over my sex. He nuzzled his mouth in between my legs and I gasped and jerked at the unfamiliar, embarrassing, and overwhelming sensation.
“Nic…?” I stuttered highly charged and apprehensive.
“I want to taste you, Carrie. Can I?”
I swallowed at the thought of him doing that. When I’d said other things I was thinking about using our hands on each other, not our mouths. That sounded kind of…unpleasant. “Are you sure you want to do that?” I whispered anxiously.
His mouth pushed into me and I felt his teeth bite gently. My abdomen and groin clenched in an agony of need.
“Oh yes. You smell so good.” He said gutturally with another nip.
I arched again and couldn’t stop the ‘yes’ from flying from my lips. Well…if he really wanted to. The material of my panties was being pulled to the side and then Nic’s mouth, lips, and tongue were all over and in me. He used his mouth down there like he did on my mouth. His lips sucked and pulled at me and his tongue pushed into me swirling around. He moved up to my nub and messaged his tongue with it before latching his lips on it and sucking. His finger came back and pushed into me rubbing and pumping in and out, while at the same time his tongue and lips worked my nub.
“God, you are so tight, and hot, and wet. Right here, Carrie; you like this, right?” Nic’s voice was urgent and throaty as he rotated his finger.
I couldn’t answer; everything he was doing was pushing me over the edge. My body had a mind of its own, moving and withering under him uncontrollably. One of my hands stayed in his hair just for contact, but the other gripped the bed sheets tightly as I threw my head back and to the side whimpering and crying out at the increasing pressure in my groin.
“Let go, honey. Come for me.” Nic’s other hand came up to grasp my breast and pinch my nipple making everything suddenly explode inside of me and I went up in flames. My entire body clenched and my internal muscles clamped down around Nic’s invading finger as he rubbed a spot inside of me that had me arching my back and holding my hand against my mouth to cover the scream of rapture that burst from me.
“Yes, baby, yes. You are so damn sexy.” Nic continued to stroke and message me through my orgasm making it go on endlessly.
Eventually I slumped boneless gasping for breath and quivering. I felt Nic work his way up my body kissing me everywhere before settling alongside me and wrapping me in his arms. I curled my trembling body into him needing his strong arms around me. That orgasm had been even more powerful that the other two he’d given me.
“God, I love you.” He whispered into my hair.
I snuggled into him and that’s when I felt the evidence of his unfulfilled desire. He’d climaxed with me those other times because he’d had the same stimulation as me, but this time he hadn’t had that.
“I want to do what you did for me.” I said running my hands down to where his arousal pushed against his underwear. I don’t know if it was because I was sated or what, but I was feeling really uninhibited at the moment. My hand drifted over his hardness before grasping it gently. God, it was like steel, but hot.
Nic’s hand covered mine and he groaned. “Carrie, you don’t have to.” The hoarseness in his voice told me that he was in pain and I hated hearing that. I wanted him to have the same pleasure I had.
I gave him a little push to lay back. He went willingly and I leaned over him still holding on to his hardness caressing it. His face twisted in pain and pleasure. “I want to. I want to know your body like you know mine…please it like you did mine.” I ghosted my lips over his lips and jaw at the same time squeezing softly.
He closed his eyes and groaned again arching his hips. Opening his eyes he looked at me intently, his green eyes burning. “Only do what you feel comfortable with, okay honey.”
I smiled feeling suddenly very powerful. I wasn’t going to let my inexperience stop me from familiarizing myself with his body and in the process giving him the same satisfaction he’d given me.
Chapter Thirty-two
NIC
A sensual look crossed Carrie’s face that I’d never seen before, and it made my already stiff cock even harder, and more painful. Did the idea of having control and giving me pleasure put it there? If it had then I was all for her taking control.
Carrie straddled my body and even though she’d given me that sexy look just seconds before I could see that she was a bit self-conscious. She leaned down and kissed each of my nipples and even though I really didn’t need any further stimulation I let her knowing she wouldn’t dive straight down there. Thankfully, it didn’t take her long to make it to her destination as she kissed her way down my abdomen arriving at my underwear.
“Should I take them off?” She asked uncertainly looking up at me wi
th those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
“Let me.” I lifted and pulled them off watching her face as I did. Her eyes widened in trepidation and astonishment and I couldn’t help the grin that broke over my face. This was probably her first time seeing a cock and instead of seeing it first in its languid state she got to see it distended and ready to explode.
“Uhm…is that normal?” She exclaimed.
My smiled widened. I knew I was well endowed, but she probably didn’t. “It’s how they all look.” I said trying to make everything seem normal. I definitely didn’t want her afraid and thinking she couldn’t take me.
She knelt between my spread legs, her long black silky hair loose around her body, full firm breasts, and tiny waist on full display. The sight of her was going to make me ejaculate before she even touched me, and then she reached out tentatively wrapping her hands around me. I groaned at the contact and my hips punched up reflexively. I was perilously close to the edge.
“What should I do?” Carrie’s asked in indecision.
“Move your hand up and down squeezing it.” I grunted out. Wrapping one of my hands around hers I demonstrated by guiding her hand down and then squeezing and pulling up which brought up a bead of sperm. I took her hand capturing the drop so it smeared over my mushroomed head and lubricated her decent back down to my root. I groaned again at the sensations. For the last few weeks the only action my dick had been receiving was my rough palm; Carrie’s was way softer. I guided her one more time then let go. She continued and it felt incredible. This wasn’t going to take me long.
Carrie’s hair partially covered her breasts and as she moved they would peek out every now and then. Each sight of them sharpened my excitement.