Sex Sessions: Uncut (Camera Tales #1)

by Charisse Spiers

  Inching backward, I plant my feet on the floor and stand at the foot of the bed, guiding her along with me on her knees until she's at the edge. "You want me naked, then undress me."

  She nods as her full bottom lip disappears into her mouth, her hands pressing against my bare sides. She rubs them around to my lower back when I place my hands against her neck and kiss her, deep and a little rough. Her fingers dip beneath the cotton waistband of my trunks and pants, pushing them over my ass in unison, and then swipes her hands around to the front when my pants catch at the base of my dick.

  I can feel her shutter as her hand brushes against the length of my cock, trying to work my pants over it. I groan into her mouth, wanting her more than I thought. It already feels like it's been hours since she started removing my pants, when in fact it's been nothing more than a few seconds. The waistband hits my knees and then I step out of my pants when they fall to my ankles.

  My hand instantly goes for the place between her legs, needing to feel her as we continue to kiss. My fingertips touch to her entrance without entering. She's wet, just as I hoped she would be. I press inward, submerging two of my fingers inside her this time. The moan against my lips and the spreading of her legs confirms I'm leading her in the right direction.

  Our lips part as I begin finger fucking her. "I want more," she says. "We've been playing around since we met."

  My index finger presses against her lips, continuing to pump in and out of her with my other hand. "We'll get there, beautiful. Let me make love to you."

  Don't ask me why I said those words, because I couldn't answer. All I know is that I want to. I've fucked nasty more times than I can even remember. Kink has become second nature. It's been a long time since I've had to try and imagine non-sexual things to keep from coming like most guys. I haven't seen innocence in years. With her...I don't want to rush. I don't want to fuck her hard. I don't want to annihilate her body with my cock.

  What I want is to savor her. I want to bring her to orgasm before I cause her pain. When I enter her I want to engrain the way she looks into my mind. I want to change the pain to pleasure. I want to make love to her. She said that she wants this to be special and I want to make it just that. I never want her to regret giving me something so rare. Her eyes stare into mine. "Let me make love to you," I repeat.

  My finger falls. "Okay," she whispers.

  I pull my fingers from her body and place my hands on her bare ass as I kneel on the bed. "I love your body."

  I lift her and continue forward toward the head of the bed, her knees hooked to my sides, and then lay her on her back. She wraps her legs around my waist as I lean in, one hand on the mattress and the other on the outside of her knee as she does. My dick brushes against her middle, causing the slightest moan to escape her.

  My lips press against hers as I lightly rub my fingers up her leg, toward her clit. The pad of my thumb quickly finds it and begins to massage in circles. She arches her back into me, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest. Her hand wraps around my wrist next to her head and her kiss becomes heated, her lips quickening their movement against mine, her tongue making its way into my mouth when I pull mine back.

  My motion changes from circles to back and forth, picking up in pace. Her moans into my mouth get louder, just before she releases me altogether and rolls the back of her head against the pillow, closing her eyes. I press my lips against her extended neck as the lowest erotic squeal comes out of her mouth. If there had been any other noise in the room, it would have been muted. It's the sexiest thing I've ever heard...and I almost missed it.

  I know that her orgasm has dwindled when her arch releases and she stops squeezing my wrist. She opens her eyes and looks at me. My hand ascends to her stomach and continues until it's cupped around her breast. "You're beautiful when you come."

  "Do you want me to play with you?"

  "Not tonight, sexy. Tonight is about making you feel good. We have plenty of time for foreplay. Okay?"

  She nods, saying nothing more. I grab her ankle and place her foot flat on the bed. She copies my action with the other one. Hovering over her, I grab my dick in my right hand, pressing the head against her entrance. I rub it through her wetness and stop. It's hot and wet and making me want to press inside of her. "You're not on birth control, are you?"

  She bites down on her bottom lip and shakes her head. "Before I moved away from my parents I had no reason for it and they wouldn't have allowed it anyway. I've thought about it since I moved, but I haven't been in a rush, because well...I haven't met anyone I wanted to go all the way with."

  This is that moment when a calm, civilized man wants to pound his fists on his chest like a caveman. I'm forcing myself to stay calm. I kiss her as I shift my weight onto my right forearm, reaching into the drawer with my left. It doesn't take me long to locate my stash. I grab a foil wrapper and place it between my teeth as I change my weight yet again, freeing my right side, my dominant one. Grabbing the bottom half of the package, I tear it open between my teeth, blowing the small piece onto the bed beside us.

  I look at her as I remove the condom, tossing the package aside. "Do you have any doubt about this at all? We can still stop."

  She wraps her hands around my neck. "No. I want to do this." There is a hitch in her voice. She's nervous. Reaching down between us, I grab my dick and align the opening of the condom on the head, before unrolling it down my length, and then release it. I'm really hard, and that's not going to make this easier. A part of me wishes I were hard enough to get it in, but not fully so there is a period of adjustment.

  My lips envelop her nipple and suck the hard center into my mouth as two fingers enter her once again. I spread them, trying to stretch her. She begins to arch again and the inside of her knees press against me as she reflexively tries to close her legs. I pull out and replace them with three, biting down on her nipple at the same moment I thrust three fingers inside of her pussy. A small whine leaves her lips. I stop, giving her a second, before running my tongue over the place I just bit. When she starts to moan, I spread all three fingers, working to stretch her again.

  Before she can process the pain, I suck her nipple into my mouth again. My fingers are soaking wet, making taking it slow hard. Fuck, I just want a taste. I run my lips down her front, continuing to slowly thrust in and out of her. When I reach her smooth panty zone, my tongue pushes between my lips, leaving a wet trail to her pussy lips. I harden the tip of my tongue as it passes over her mound and slides between her lips, landing on her clit. I flick my tongue back and forth as my fingers continue in the repetitive, wet motion they've been in for the past several minutes.

  "Saxton, it tickles. Too soon." Perfect. That means this won't take long. I suck her clit into my mouth, hard, letting my tongue rub over it as I hold it suctioned to the roof of my mouth. Her hand claws in my hair, pulling hard, her pussy tightening around my fingers. "Fuck."

  Her hips buck upward and her hand presses my head further against her, burying my face between her legs more. I love her smell, her taste, and her pussy just got wetter. I can't stop anymore. That's all I can handle.

  I release her clit and pull my fingers free, then move up her body until my body is directly over hers, my forearms resting just outside of her face. "You ready?"

  I can hear her breathing. She nods and grabs ahold of my sides with her thighs pressed against me. I take her right hand in my left, placing it on the pillow above her head, and then lace them together. I grab the base of my cock in my right hand and place the head against her pussy, rubbing it back and forth over her entrance, wetting the tip more, and then I press the head inside, but just barely, so that I can free up my hand without my dick coming out.

  I grab her hand off my side and mirror the other one, positioning myself between her legs for more control with my hips. "You have my hands. Give me some of your pain."

  Before she can respond I thrust inside but stop halfway. It was hard as hell. Immediately her face contorts
as if she's about to cry, her hands clenched so hard around my hands that mine are already going numb. "Are you okay?"

  A single tear falls from the outer corner of her eye. "No, but I will be."

  "Do you want me to stop or keep going?"

  "There's more?"

  I suddenly feel like the biggest asshole on the planet. Another tear falls. I actually wish I had a small dick right now; the first time that's ever happened. "I'm halfway. I can stop, Kambry." She shakes her head. "What do you want me to do?"

  "Kiss me when you do." She chokes on the middle word in the sentence.

  I hate myself right now, because even though I know I should stop, I can't. I don't want to. I press my lips against the outer corner of her eye, and then, like she asked me to do I kiss her, slowly at first and then deepen the kiss just before I thrust the rest of the way inside. As I do I feel something I've never felt before. It felt like the head of my dick pushed through a barrier. Something gave way inside of her as I completely buried my dick. "Shit," I whisper.

  Fuck it's so tight.

  It's so wet.

  Her pussy is mine. Completely one hundred percent mine.

  That single thought alone has me wanting to explode. I feel like I'm the one losing my virginity. I've done nothing more than stick it in, yet her pussy is gripping my dick so tight my balls hurt. Fuck, the girl can kiss. Her full tits are pressing into my chest. My dick is warm, even through the condom. A slight tug occurs in my nuts.

  Fuck you. I'm not ready.

  Her nails are creating impressions in my skin. I can feel it. I pull at her lips with mine, and then release them altogether so that I can look into her eyes. I need to know she's okay. I need something to happen because my mind and dick are working against me. I won't move until I know that she wants me to.

  Moonlight is reflecting off of her eyes. They are glossy. Her lips are quivering. Her chest isn't moving. She's staring into my eyes, but they look lifeless. "Kambry?"

  Even I can hear the worry in my tone, but as if my voice is all she was waiting for she blinks, coming back to life. "Talk to me, Kambry."

  "I've been ripped open." My eyes widen. My mouth slightly falls. My heart stops. That's not really a comment I wanted to hear. Her hands loosen on mine. "It was beautiful."

  And then it starts beating. Except this time, it's louder and stronger than before.

  "Let me touch you, Saxton. I want to touch you."

  I release her hands from mine and replace them fists down outside of her shoulders. Her arms wrap around my sides, her hands becoming flush against my back. My skin tingles beneath her touch. My entire body feels feverish. I continue staring into her eyes, unable to move. "Make love to me," she says. "Make the pain go away."

  "This changes things."

  I'm burning inside. I feel like my body is on fire. On the outside I am calm, but on the inside I'm screaming, wanting to rip my skin off. I was told it would hurt, but nothing could have prepared me for feeling like someone stabbed me in the vagina with a serrated edged knife.

  But the moment he tore through me his body language changed. When he looked at me, there was something present that wasn't before. It sounds crazy, but it was as if the air became electric. That was the moment the pain dissipated. That look in his eyes smothered the fire and became the aloe vera I needed for the burn. That look changed everything inside of me. That single look, and my heart knew that there was no way in hell I could walk away from him until I see where this goes.

  Then he confirmed what my heart already knew.

  This changes things...

  I'll remember those three little words for the rest of my life.

  His back muscles are flexed, every dip and ridge ready for my hands to glide across. He hasn't taken his eyes off of me yet. Since those words exited his mouth it's been the exact same. He slowly pulls out, stops, and pushes himself back inside of me at a slightly quicker pace. Each time he does it feels a little better than it did the time before.

  My legs pull back, my bent knees moving toward my chest. I lower my hands to his butt, pulling him closer against me when he thrusts all the way inside. There is only word to describe the way I feel with him inside of me like this: full. I like it. A lot.

  He stops inside of me. I’m slightly worried.

  "What's wrong?"

  "I just need a minute," he says.

  "Why?"

  "Just because." He wraps his lips around my nipple and allows his tongue to torment me. I feel like we're backtracking. I endured the pain. Now, I want to keep feeling that beautiful little achy pleasure that it's been replaced with. It feels really good.

  "Please, Saxton. I want you to keep going."

  "If I do I'm going to come. I'm not ready. I've made myself wait till this point. Now I'm not ready for it to end."

  His words motivate me. The bottoms of my feet flatten on the bed and I use them to control the movement of my hips, sliding up and down his dick. I moan.

  "Kambry."

  His tone is a warning but he doesn't stop me. I increase speed as I get used to it at the current, still using my hands to force him closer. My eyes close. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head like he did earlier. My eyes open as he lowers his body to press against mine. "You want to make me come?"

  He sounds irritated, but completely turned on. That's kind of sexy.

  "Yes."

  "Your pussy is choking my dick it's so tight. You're so wet that I've only held out this long because of the condom. I've tried thinking about sports, nasty shit, anything to sway my thoughts from the way you look right now and when you come. I was trying to last for you. You want me to blow, then I'll nut, but I'm not pulling out." His aggravated tone is turning me on more. His thrusts become deeper, his recoil quicker.

  I don't respond. I don't want to. I want to continue feeling him this way. It's a bittersweet turmoil going on inside of me. I want to know that I turn him on so much he can't go all night, or even hours the first time. I want to know that I'm different to someone that's had endless amounts of women and sex, but I also don't want him to stop. I doubt I'm the only girl to feel this way.

  My legs wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his butt as I pull him closer. No matter how close he is it's not enough. Our bodies are becoming slick from the sheen of sweat. His right hand moves down to grip my ass and he jerks up, causing me to moan louder.

  "Dammit," he grits out and smashes his lips to mine; the best kiss to date. His movements dwindle to a shallow, slow thrust, until he stills completely inside of me, but continues to kiss me as if it's not over. I don't want it to be.

  He pulls out and then stops kissing me. Already I want him back in me. I don't like the void that I feel now. "You should have listened to me. I didn't want to come that quick. Fuck, that was like ten minutes." He almost looks...embarrassed. "I don't usually..." He huffs out. "Shit. I'm sorry. You probably think your first time was-"

  "Perfect? Because it was. To me anyway."

  He stares at me silently.

  What now? Do I go back home now that we've done it? I'm not real sure what is next.

  His brows dip slightly as he looks at me. "What?"

  He reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp, then props himself up and looks down. "What is it?"

  "You're bleeding."

  My eyes bug out of my head. At least that's what they feel like right now. I'm a little bit too horrified to look. "I'm sorry. I can clean it up. I know you don’t do bl-"

  He smirks at me. "I’m fine…surprisingly. We can deal with it later. Let's go take a bath. I like you naked in a tub full of water. This time I can enjoy you from a different view."

  He moves off of me, stands, and reaches down for my hand. As I take it and stand the soreness between my legs makes itself known. My knees buckle just a little as the tender skin rubbing together catches me off guard. He scoops me into his arms before I can even balance myself. I notice the circle of blood staining the sheets as I wrap my arms ar
ound his neck. My cheeks flush from embarrassment. I can't believe I didn't notice. "You don't have to do that. I can walk," I say, trying to wiggle out of his arms, afraid to get any on him.

  "I'm sure you can, but you're not going to."

  "You're not weirded out? I thought you couldn’t handle blood."

  "I can’t. I didn't." He shrugs his shoulders. "You're a virgin...or was. That means yours is clean."

  I remain quiet, unsure of what to say.

  "And before you assume, yes, porn stars think about stuff like that. Disease becomes a very real thing when you're fucking that many people. We probably think about it more than the majority of the population that is sexually active. I wrap my shit up, test always before a new film because of oral and the point nine percent that a condom fails, and take all possible precautions to stay clean."

  "I wasn't going to," I reply, as he walks us into the bathroom. I won't lie to myself though and say that it doesn't ease my discomfort a little, because if I ever told someone I lost my virginity to a porn star, they'd probably tell me I've lost my mind. I'm not completely sure that I haven't...

  I stand her on her feet in the center of the large whirlpool tub, not saying anything as I gather my thoughts, work to at least. She sits down without me having to tell her to, watching me as I look at the wall. I can feel her eyes on me. There are things going on in my mind that honestly are freaking me the fuck out. I can't explain it. I don't even try to understand.

  My dick has seemed like a foreign limb that's been dead weight on my body until her, and more importantly moments ago. Now, it's decided to work and work well, considering I've barely softened since I blew my load into the condom still covering me; premature ejaculation at that.

  The fuck?

  There were aspects of this entire situation that I expected, none of which was that - a man's worst nightmare. I need to stop thinking about it before I do something stupid like attempt to castrate a vital body part that came into this world at the same time I did, and the very one that's been my most prized possession since I found it dangling there.