Wonderful. Here I was thinking this was all playfully romantic, when in reality he was joking around with me like a good ol’ gal pal while I had stuff all over my mouth. Great.
I touched the side of my mouth and tried to wipe it off gracefully.
“Here, I’ll – just hold still, ” he said, and reached out and touched my face.
Maybe it was the darkness. Maybe it was his plan all along… but his finger overshot just the tiniest bit, and brushed ever so softly against my bottom lip instead.
Pleasure jolted my entire body. The warmth and softness of his skin, the scent of his cologne, the intimacy of his touch on one of the most sensitive parts of my body…
It tickled where he touched me, but there was also the incredibly sensual caress of his skin against my lip.
I immediately felt heat build between my thighs. A thrill of pleasure shot into my belly.
Especially when he didn’t move his finger away from my lips.
His eyes locked onto mine. For the first time, the mask fell away. No more joking, no more teasing; I saw the desire on his face, a look of wanting that almost bordered on pain.
He moved his finger the slightest bit more, gliding soooo slowly across my lower lip.
I moaned. Softly, but I moaned.
I blushed furiously as soon as I heard myself – it was entirely involuntary – but it was how I felt. A sound that had escaped from the deepest part of me.
I guess it fanned his fire, too, because he touched the other fingers of his hand to my cheek as his finger traced softly across my lip.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted him so bad.
I opened my lips, and I took him inside my mouth.
Just a finger – and just the tip. But I began to suck slowly, running my tongue sensuously over his skin.
And oh how I wished it was another part of his body I had in my mouth.
The sensation must have been too much for him, because his expression of desire became an almost ravenous hunger.
He pulled his finger away from my lips, moved in, and kissed me.
Took me.
Possessed me.
His arms enveloped me, one encircling my waist and the other moving up my back.
He crushed me against him – not forcing himself on me, but pressing me tight against him.
His body was heavenly, firm and strong beneath his clothes. I clutched the back of his jacket, feeling the wall of well-sculpted muscles beneath my hands.
And his mouth… ohhhhhh…
His lips pressed against mine, firm but gentle. He brushed them across my skin, the same way he had inflamed me just seconds ago with his touch.
I opened my lips wide, inviting him in.
His tongue met mine… slowly… gently… taking his time. He alternated between using just his lips, then slowly caressing my tongue with his, the most arousing kiss I’d ever had in my life.
His hand around my waist slowly dropped down to my rear end and cupped my cheek, feeling my curves, then pressed me against his hips.
Oh.
My.
GOD.
I couldn’t see anything – my eyes were closed and I was completely lost in the kiss – but there was this very long, very thick, very hard pressure between me and him. He was fully aroused – he had to have been.
Before I slept with them, I had felt several boyfriends’ erections through their pants during makeout sessions – but I had never felt something like that before.
Nothing that massive.
I had to touch it.
I was dying to touch it.
I had to feel it in my hand.
I let my fingers drift down below his belt and grazed my hand along the cloth.
No matter how wet I was before, a couple of seconds later I was drenched.
I was not what you would call experienced. One boyfriend in high school, two in college, and a guy I had dated three months before I left for Los Angeles. All nice guys. All a bit taller than me, all fairly cute, all of average build, and every one of them pretty much the same ‘down there.’ Sex had ranged from fair to good, and I had just assumed that size didn’t matter much. Except for the actors I saw in porn clips (usually viewed with my fingers over my eyes as my second college boyfriend laughed at me and tried to get me to watch), I figured 99% of the male population was built a certain way, and I probably wasn’t ever going to run into the 1%.
I had apparently just run into it.
As my fingers traced the amazing length and cupped the substantial girth of the shape in his pants, I let out another moan.
I was sooooo turned on it wasn’t funny.
I didn’t even know why. Porn clips definitely didn’t do it for me. Guys in those videos made me go ewww instead of aaahhh.
I guess it was that I was so wildly turned on by him anyway, that the size of him… it sparked something deep inside of me. I felt so feminine as I held him, overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of him.
Then his hand closed around mine and forced me to grip that thick, hard shape even tighter.
He pulled his mouth away from mine and moved his lips to my ear.
“You feel that?” he growled – so low it was a whisper, the tickle of air on my skin exciting me even more.
I nodded silently, because I couldn’t speak. I didn’t trust myself – I was afraid if I tried to answer, I might start moaning again. Continuously and loudly.
“YOU do that to me,” he breathed. “YOU make me hard like that.”
Yeah… I was right. I moaned again. I couldn’t help myself.
His lips traced the edges of my ears. I was whimpering now, unable to think.
His hand on my ass caressed its way up my spine and lightly gripped my hair. Slowly, gently, he pulled my head back so that my neck was completely exposed – and he began to kiss and lick me. Not wet, just the lightest touch of his tongue as it traced its way across my skin, down my throat, all the way to my collarbones, then back up the other side.
I had to lean myself against the table, my legs were so weak.
Taking that for some sort of a sign, he used both of his hands to grab my ass and lift me up so that I was sitting on the table. Good Lord, he was strong – I felt like a doll in his hands as he just picked me up and moved me at his whim.
My hand lost contact with the bulge in his pants, but I didn’t have time to think about that. As he returned to kissing me on the mouth, his fingers started brushing the curves of my breasts through my blouse.
He would start on the outside edges near my arm and slowly spiral in with the lightest touch, then brush the backsides of his fingers over my nipples. Normally they don’t get that hard unless I’m really turned on; at the moment, I felt like they could probably cut diamonds. He kept playing with my breasts, alternating kissing me on the lips and nuzzling my ear, until I was quivering and moaning.
Then he stepped back and stared into my eyes as he undid the buttons on my blouse. Then he pulled it off my shoulders and arms until I was sitting there in my bra.
It’s funny what goes through your mind, but one single thought emerged from the overwhelming wave of desire coursing through my body:
Thank God I wore a lacy, pretty bra this morning.
And matching panties.
Of course, the bra didn’t stay on for long.
Neither did the panties.
He leaned in for a kiss, and his arms encircled me. As his lips and tongue met mine, I felt his expert fingers unsnap the bra from the back, and the straps relaxed.
I started to shrug it off, but he stopped me.
“No. I want to do it,” he said, his voice hoarse with longing.
I nodded silently. He moved down to my shoulders, kissing and licking as he slowly slid the strap off my left shoulder. Then he switched to the right. Finally he moved down to the swell of my breasts, and he ohhhh so slowly pulled away the bra like he was savoring the moment as his tongue traced my cleavage.
Then the bra fell enti
rely away. I felt his mouth close hot and wet around my left nipple and suck at it, caressing it with his tongue. His other hand, huge and powerful, cupped my right breast.
I didn’t scream, exactly, but I moaned a hell of a lot louder.
I arched my back towards him, my entire body quivering. He moved from one nipple to the other, then back again, sucking, licking, tracing his tongue around the curves of my breast, pressing them both together so that his tongue could move from one to the other.
Oh God oh God oh God I was about to explode.
I couldn’t really say I was thinking about anything – coherent thought was beyond my abilities at that moment – but I really, really wanted to touch him again.
You know where.
No matter how good it felt, I pushed him away.
He looked up at me, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I whispered, and moved my hands down to his belt. “I just want this.”
As my fingers closed on that massive shape in his pants, he groaned and closed his eyes.
I undid the zipper and slipped my hand inside. Through the front flap of his boxers, I could feel scalding hot skin, huge and thick – but it was the base. The tip was quite a ways away, and there was no way I was going to be able to reposition him comfortably – not with his pants on.
I moved my hand up, undid the belt, then unfastened the button at his waistline.
His shaft was so big and so hard, it still held up his pants.
I decided I wanted to get a little bit closer, if you know what I mean.
Actually, I didn’t decide. I yearned to get closer. I was desperate to get closer.
I slid off the table and knelt in front of him, the plush carpet soft beneath my knees.
I gently tugged at his pants until they peeled away from his waist and fell to the ground.
Wow.
Beneath his black cotton boxers, the shape looked even bigger. Almost intimidating as it strained against the cloth.
But there was even more good stuff besides that.
His thighs were muscular and tan, gorgeous and powerful.
I slid one hand up his leg and moved around to his ass.
Ohhhhh wow.
I hadn’t seen much of it beneath his suit jacket, but it was definitely round and curvy, a firm, solid mass of muscle.
Oh boy.
My mouth was watering.
He looked down at me, and I looked up and bit my lip. I was suddenly shy.
“Please,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with desire.
That was all it took.
I traced my fingernail softly over the shape of his shaft and watched it jump and strain beneath his boxers.
I had to see it. Now.
I reached up, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and tugged a little, then moved them around to his ass, tugged a little more.
The waistband slowly descended, and I could see he had an all-over body tan, that gorgeous brown from head to toe (and everywhere else).
I kept pulling.
The boxers slid down over the perfect curve of his ass, but his penis had shifted and was now poking straight down. All I could see was the base of his shaft, a well-groomed thatch of brown curls, and the firmest, tightest abs I’d seen outside of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.
Wow.
It was… very large.
Incredibly thick.
I wasn’t sure if I could even get my hand all the way around it.
Both incredible desire and, if I’m going to be honest, a little bit of fear surged through me.
But I had to see the rest of it. I HAD to.
I pulled the boxers slowly down, careful not to hurt him or stretch him too far.
I kept glancing up at his face for a hint as to how he was feeling.
He looked like he was going to go crazy with desire if I didn’t move the show along.
That’s okay, because I felt the same way, too.
I slowly slipped the boxers off the tip of his unit, and gasped as it bobbed up into place.
It was the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen.
I’ve already said I’m not that worldly. Of the ones I’d seen, they tended to strike me as… well, not that attractive. Kind of funny-looking. I liked how they felt, but I didn’t really like looking at them.
This one, I could have stared at all day.
Well, if I could have controlled myself from not using it.
It wasn’t just the size or the thickness, but the perfect aesthetics of it. It was like a perfectly sculpted piece of pink marble. Gorgeous, smooth, with a curve and heft that made my insides quiver.
Again, I was suddenly shy. I looked up at him and bit my lower lip, like I was asking permission.
He stared down at me with an urgent look on his face, like What are you waiting for?!
I reached out and slowly touched it, softly grazing my fingers along it.
It jumped in my hand, expanding with a spasm.
Connor groaned.
His reaction overcame any remaining hesitance I had.
I began to brush my fingers across it, softly, amazed at the burning heat from it – and from the silky softness of the skin over the rock hardness beneath.
I encircled the massive girth with my fingers. I was right – I could just barely get my hand around it.
I began to softly stroke it, up and down, up and down.
Connor was moaning, and every sound he made doubled and tripled my own desire.
A drop of clear liquid beaded at the tip of the massive head. I moved my palm over it and used his natural lubrication to wet my fingers, then began to softly caress him again.
The slipperiness made it even more sensual – the soft pull of his flesh against mine.
Connor was groaning non-stop by now.
I leaned in and kissed the shaft. The heat seemed to scald my lips – but I wanted more.
I began to run my tongue up and down the underside, lightly at first, then wetter and heavier, from just beneath his head all the way down to the base.
He was whimpering now.
I pulled the shaft down away from his body – it was so long! – and hesitantly, a little fearfully, took him inside my mouth.
I almost came just from the touch of his skin on my tongue.
He tasted salty and sweet – far better than anyone else I had ever done this with.
I moved my mouth forward – not far. He was so big, I was a little scared of trying to do too much at once. I just decided to enjoy myself, figuring if I was having fun, he was pretty much guaranteed to.
I sucked softly, moving my head slowly back and forth, feeling the firm swell of him against my tongue, the silky softness of the head tickling the roof of my mouth. All the while, both my hands ran up and down his shaft, encircling him, sliding softly and sensuously, taking some of the wetness from my mouth and using it to make my touch linger up and down his incredible length, using my fingernails to tease and tickle various other spots.
The more I just concentrated on enjoying him in my mouth, the more and more turned on I got. I could feel myself dripping down there as I took him in, enveloping him, possessing him with my mouth.
From his groans and moans, I could tell it wouldn’t be long before he lost it.
As I was deciding on what to do – I’m not a big fan of keeping my mouth in place when the guy crosses the finish line, shall we say – I suddenly felt his hands on my shoulders.
I tensed up because I don’t like it when a guy puts his hands on the back of my head and forces me onto him. I just don’t. I want to be in control.
And with a guy this big, I was kind of afraid.
But he didn’t do that.
He pushed me away from him.
The head of his shaft pulled away from my lips, and it was my turn to look up at him in surprise.
He stared down at me, and I had to catch my breath at how animalistic he looked. Almost angry, definitely in pain.
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p; “I need you NOW,” he whispered, deep and rumbling and full of need.
I gasped and nodded as he pulled me up to my feet.
From there it was all kind of a blur. His fingers pulled at my skirt, rough and insistent. I undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as I could. As I pulled it off him, I caught my breath. His skin was perfect and flawless. His muscles were sculpted like an underwear model’s, from his sizeable pecs to bulging biceps to his washboard stomach. He had just the right amount of chest hair – and the most delicious happy trail from below his waist up to his belly button.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, giving me a good look at his powerful, athletic legs and perfect calves.
The last thing to go were my panties. He kneeled down in front of me, kissing and licking my breasts on the way down, hooked his fingers through them, and pulled them as fast as he could down my thighs.
I have to say, I was a little embarrassed how wet they were… soaking wet. But I don’t think he minded. He was intent on one thing: getting me down on the carpet
He pulled at my hand, and I sank down in front of him, his naked skin pressed against mine. I trembled as he kissed me deeply and cupped my ass in his hands, grinding my body into his. All the while I could feel that massive, thick shaft pressed against my belly, scorching me with its heat.
He gently lowered me onto my back as I straightened my legs. The carpet was soft as a bed beneath me.
He began to move –
“Condom,” I managed to choke out.
He nodded tersely, grabbed his pants like a man possessed, and a few seconds later I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. I watched, hypnotized, as he placed it over the swelling head of his unit – and I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and unrolled it, slowly, inch by inch down his giant shaft. It look a little while.
The whole time he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
When he was fully covered (the condom was fully unrolled by the time it got to his swelling base – never had that happen before in my limited experience), he braced himself on one forearm and gently touched my drenched lower lips with the fingers of his other hand, stroking me softly.
I cried out as an wave of pleasure seized my entire body.
He stopped and peered into my face. “Are you okay?”
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