by Jasmin Quinn
“If we kiss, I might not be able to stop.”
“I see.” Nika got up and went to stand in front of him, looking up into his face. “I will kiss you then.” She placed her hands on his chest and had to stretch up on her toes and pull his head to her to reach his lips. He didn’t stop her as she brushed her lips softly across his. A thrill wound its way through her, snaking over her breasts, to her belly and then to her vagina. She shivered as her nipples hardened. Finn was not wrong, she did not want to stop either.
“That was not a kiss, Nika.”
Nika furrowed her brow. “Of course, it was, Finn. The definition of a kiss is to touch or press with the lips slightly pursed, sometimes emitting a smacking sound, as an expression of affection, love, greeting, reverence or passion. I omitted the smack because it seemed out of context with the mood. Should I not have done that?”
Finn burst out laughing, which Nika also thought was out of context with the mood. “That was a friendly kiss, not a passionate one. Trust me, you’ll have trouble standing after I kiss you.”
Nika’s temper flared. “Then show me what a kiss is, Finn.”
“Nika,” Finn growled. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I know,” Nika tried to growl back as she shivered in anticipation. “I can feel your heat.”
She stared into Finn’s eyes as he explored her face, deliberation, indecision and then a hardening of resolve. She drew in her breath as he reached up and cupped her chin in his hand, wrapping his other arm around her, splaying his hand across the small of her back and yanking her firmly against him. Nika let out a little gasp as she came to a hard stop against his solid body. She closed her eyes as he laid his lips on hers, pressing gently, touching their softness with his tongue. She trembled as he pulled back.
“That’s was almost the same as my kiss,” she accused him whispery soft.
“Shut up, Nika. I’m not done.” He brought his lips down on hers again, this time pressing harder, pulling at her lower lip with his teeth, running his tongue across her upper lip. A bolt of electricity ran down Nika’s spine, her nipples grew harder. Then he moved his hand from her chin to her hair, running his fingers through it forcing her face closer to his. He slid his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. At first, she didn’t know what to do with her tongue, found it awkward and disobedient, but as Finn deepened his kiss, it fell into step with his, like they were dancing.
And while she savoured the taste of him, he continued to press his lips hard against hers, moving his hand from her back and sliding it under her shirt, trailing it up past her ribs and squeezing her breast. She shivered as he circled her taut nipple with his finger then pinched it gently. His mouth moved from her lips, kissing the edge of her jaw under her ear and then trailing his kisses down her neck, lingering and then nipping the skin before returning to her lips, kissing her softly at first, then deepening the kiss again.
Nika couldn’t stop trembling, the heat in her belly now a fire, and her vagina slick with desire. Finn’s body was moulded tight to hers and she felt his erection pressing against her. She ached for it, wanted it inside her, wanted Finn in her. And he seemed like he was going to comply as he stepped back from the kiss, his breathing heavy and strangled. Nika’s own chest was heaving; she wanted to rip off her shirt and feel Finn’s lips on her breasts. “Please, Finn,” she managed to say as she pulled at the loops in his jeans.
“Are you sure, Nika?” Finn asked, breathlessly. “Because I don’t think I could stop if you changed your mind.”
“Yes.” Nika impatiently pulled at him again. Finn encased her small hand in his large reassuring grip and pulled her into the bedroom, then into his arms kissing her deeply. Nika’s knees went weak. I am swooning, she thought.
“I want you naked,” Finn breathed, releasing her and stepping back, pulling at her shirt and yanking it over her head. It fell away, the coldness hardening her already rigid nipples. This was the first time a man had seen her breasts and though she was glad it was Finn, she shrank from her sudden exposure. As if Finn understood, he brought her back to him, into his fiery embrace, her breasts pressing against his hard chest, so intimate she thought she might explode.
“I want to see you naked, Finn.” She looked up into his smoky gaze as she drew her nails boldly down his chiselled chest to the closure on his jeans. She held her breath as he moved her hands away and undid his jeans and pulled them off. He was naked, then, standing in front of her. Nika raked her gaze down his magnificent body and she shook as her eyes landed on his fully erect penis. It was impossibly large. She knew about sex. She understood the mechanics of it. But she was small, and he was not, and she wanted so desperately to fit with him, but she wasn’t sure she could. A frission of fear stole through her desire.
If Finn understood what she was thinking, he gave no sign of it, pulling her back into his embrace, dropping his mouth to hers and kissing her hard, before trailing his lips down her neck and then lower across her shoulder blade, licking the hollow of her throat. He sat down on the edge of the bed and drew her to him, cupping her breast gently with his hand, kissing her nipple before nipping it lightly, sending a cascade of shudders through her body. Nika moaned, forgetting her fear. She closed her eyes and let exhilaration sweep through her as he took her nipple between his lips and sucked it, gently at first, and then more greedily. Nika brought her hands up to his shoulders, anchoring her trembling legs as he reached up with his free hand, rolling her other nipple between his fingers, pinching it softly.
Her body was on fire, the need so intense she thought she might scream. She let out another moan instead, throwing her head back and tightening her hands on his shoulders. Then his mouth shifted breasts, giving the other one his equal attention. “Please, Finn,” she managed between strangled gasps of pleasure. “Please, don’t stop.” But it wasn’t enough. His lips on her breasts. All it was doing was taking her up to a peak she hadn’t been before, but then she stayed there, wanting more, needing more. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, then drew Finn’s head into her hands, pulling him closer. He dropped off the bed, to his knees in front of her, bringing his hands to her waist and trailing his lips down her body. He pulled her leggings and panties down to her feet.
“Step out of them,” he ordered huskily, and Nika, using his shoulders as her prop, kicked at them as he pulled them off her and threw them out of the way. She stood in front of him, her first time naked in front of a man, shivering in anticipation.
“You’re beautiful Nika,” Finn breathed as he ran his hand down her body, his palm flattening against her belly, then lower, teasing her. “Open your legs,” he breathed as he stroked the inside of her thigh with his fingers.
Nika exhaled, realizing he was working his way toward the centre of her peak. That he was going to push her over the edge. She slid her legs apart, cradling his head in her hands, needing an anchor. He traced his finger down the fold between her thigh and vagina; that was enough to make her legs weaken again. Then he drew his finger up the centre of her vagina, running it through her newly waxed pubic hair. She gasped at the startling bolt of pleasure and her desire pooled between her thighs. He was breathing hard as he looked up at her, indecision on his face. What was to decide? Nika thought selfishly. She wanted him to touch her, take her as high as she could reach, then topple her over the edge.
He slid his finger through her folds, lightly, teasingly touching her clitoris and then withdrawing. He watched her eyes as he explored, watching for what? The reactions on her face? Was she an open book? Probably. This would make a good torture technique. And then she cried out as Finn swept his thumb across her clitoris. “Finn, what are you doing? Why are you teasing me?”
Finn laughed softly and exposed her clitoris with his fingers. He brought his lips to it, blew on it gently and then flicked it gently with his tongue. Nika’s trembling increased and she thought her legs might fail her for good, but Finn had a solid hold on her backend, keeping her upright, making
her stand. Then he moved away from her clitoris, and licked the inside of her thigh, stroking it with his tongue. He pulled back from her, looking up at her again, his smoky brown eyes betraying his own desire.
“Finn,” she gasped, not understanding. She brought her hand down to her vagina, to find her own release since he was not cooperating with her. But Finn clutched her hand and stopped her.
“No, Nika. We’re doing this my way.”
“But you are torturing me.”
“Yes. You deserve to be tortured.” He pulled himself back up onto the bed, and wrapping his hands around her waist, pulled her to him. “Open wider,” he said as he forced his knees between her thighs, spreading her legs wide as he opened his thighs.
“Kiss me Nika,” he commanded.
“It’s not enough, Finn.” She was fevered, like she might die without release.
“Kiss me, Nika,” he repeated. “Do it well and I might let you come.”
Nika almost sobbed as she wrapped her hands around his head, bringing her lips down to his in frenzied anticipation, crushing them madly, forcing her tongue into his mouth, seeking him out, thrusting with him. Her pelvis moved in concert with their tongues, her vagina slick with need. Then Finn brought his hand to her clitoris, stroking it gently at first, then more roughly. He brought his finger to her vaginal entry and slid in slowly up to his first knuckle. His finger was big, and her vagina had never been touched that intimately. She was small and tight, and his invasion touched her both physically and emotionally. But as he slid more fully into her the pull of pain gave way to pleasure, and her ecstasy won over her sudden apprehension. As he thrust his finger in and out of her, he pulled her away from his lips and gazed deeply into her eyes. Then he ran his thumb across her clitoris, applying more pressure, picking up speed as he drew it back and forth.
Nika didn’t think it was possible to climb higher than she already was, but Finn was taking her to a new height. As he quickened his pace with his finger inside her and his thumb on her clitoris, she rode his hand using his shoulders to hold herself up. The small tremors of her orgasm started to build until it hit, and then wave after wave of pure release shuddered through her as she cried his name. It was so strong she feared she might fall over, but Finn held her solidly, slowly massaging her clitoris coaxing little tremors from her body, making her shudder. Then he removed his hand pulling her fully onto the bed, sitting up with her while she straddled him.
She brought her hands to his face and her mouth to his, kissing him deep and hard, exploring his mouth, tasting him. It was crazy how magnificent this all was. Now that she knew, she didn’t think she could live without it. And that wasn’t all of it. She pulled back from Finn and asked breathlessly, “Are we going to have real sex?”
Finn laughed, took her hand to his penis and wrapped her fingers around it. “We have to do something with this, to make it fair.” Nika looked down at his penis, stroking it softly with her hand. She wanted to give him what he just gave her, but she knew she lacked understanding and experience. His eyelids fluttered, and his breathing quickened as she stroked him, so she knew he was enjoying it. Maybe I should kiss it like he did to me, she thought as she slipped off his lap and brought his penis to her mouth. She puffed a little breath out as her excitement started to build again and Finn groaned as he sank back on his elbows.
She explored his penis with her eyes – she’d never seen a real one before. It was breathtaking and ugly at the same time, long, wide, hard and veiny, nestled in dark pubic hair and sitting atop his scrotum. His testicles were hard to her touch as Nika reached to explore them drawing her finger over their bumpy surface, and then giving one a gentle squeeze. She heard Finn’s sharp intake of breath as she raked her nail down the centre of the scrotum. She looked up past his chest and into his half-lidded, smoky eyes.
“Am I torturing you, Finn?” A small smile played at her lips.
He sat up suddenly, pulling her head, her lips closer to his penis. “Don’t play games with me, woman.” His voice was deep and husky.
She circled his penis, her fingers almost too small to span its thickness, holding it as she brought her lips to it, her eyes looking past Finn’s chest into his lust-filled gaze. She kissed it gently, then remembering that this was not really kissing, opened her mouth and slid her tongue out, licking the tip of his penis, exploring the meatus, tasting his pre-cum. She savoured the taste, decided that it was not too bad. And it belonged to Finn, it had his DNA. She wanted more as she wrapped her lips around the head and drew it into her mouth, running her tongue over it, sucking at it, savouring it.
Finn’s fingers tightened in her hair as he held her head. She heard his breathing, deeper and faster. But she didn’t want him to orgasm into her mouth. If that happened they would have to wait at least a half-hour before he would be erect again. She removed her mouth from his penis and looked up. “How old are you, Finn?”
Finn half-laughed as he pulled her up onto his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. He kissed her neck, then her jaw bone, and then her lips. “How old am I?” he said. “What kind of pillow talk is that?”
“Answer me, Finn or I will torture you more.”
Finn flipped her onto her back on the bed and covered her body with his, trapping her hands above her head with his large hands. Nika could feel his weight and knew that he was being careful not to crush her as he pinned her down. She marvelled at how they fit together, like two matryoshka dolls. “I’m 31, Nika. I’m too old for you.”
Nika held her breath, thinking that she had asked the wrong thing, thinking he was going to stop, but he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, seeking her out. He shifted himself off her, so he was lying on his side, tight against her body. She felt her fever growing again. His lips kept her mouth busy, while his hand roamed over her, fondling her breasts, drawing his fingers down her stomach, tracing her neat little triangle of pubic hair and then exploring her labia, stroking her clitoris. Her vagina was wet and needy and as if he understood what she wanted he slid a finger inside her, moving within her, seeking out her G-spot. Then as he withdrew, he brought his head up and looked at her. His breath was fast and hard, his face flushed, his eyes dark. “I’m getting impatient, Nika. I want to be inside you now.”
“I’m ready Finn.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“You don’t need one. I promise.” She wanted to scream at him, tell him to stop being a gentleman, but her breath was stolen from her by her longing. She could sense his hesitation as he stared into her eyes, deciding if he should take it further. What could she do to convince him? She brought her hand to his head and ran it gently over his ear to his jaw, then she trailed it down the length of him, letting her nails rake his chest, running her fingers through his pubic hair until she reached his penis. She wrapped her hand around it, holding it hard, stroking it firmly. She saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes, and then the smokiness took over again.
“Fuck, Nika,” he groaned as he pulled himself over her, forcing her thighs open, her legs wide. Then he dropped his mouth to hers as his hand reached down and stroked her, teasing her clitoris. He kissed her long and hard, then brought his head up. “I’m going to try to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.” Nika bit her lip, her stomach fluttering – nervous butterflies warring with voracious ones. She already knew which would win. Finn brought the head of his penis to her vaginal opening and slowly inserted it forcing a flare of heat at the intimacy of it. It made her feel loved in a way she had never experienced, and tears pricked at her eyes.
She quickly blinked them away, she didn’t want him to withdraw thinking he was hurting her. He pushed in a little deeper and her vagina stretched in protest. She would have to take his width first, then his length. And she didn’t know if her hymen was still intact or how much it would hurt to bridge. But she could take a little pain, she was not a china doll. And she wanted this more than she’d wanted anything in her life. She
wanted Finn to be inside her. She hugged him hard to her, but as he forced himself into her, her desire ebbed as the pain increased. “Bring your legs up, around my back.” Finn’s words came out gruff and smoky like his eyes, and she complied. As her pelvis tilted up, he pushed his length fully into her. Her vagina opened to him, welcoming him. The pain ebbed, and her desire returned with a vengeance pulling her back into her haze of passion.
Finn stilled then, holding himself up by his forearms and watching her face. “Okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling filled with him inside her, knowing that she was forever addicted to him.
“I don’t know if I can stop now,” he breathed.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she gasped out as he slowly withdrew and then slid back into her. Nika used his chest as an anchor for her hands, her pelvis moving of its own accord, meeting his slow thrusts, urging him on. She couldn’t believe that this could be lovemaking, she thought it would be messy and awkward. And maybe it was without the right partner. And then she lost her thoughts as Finn started moving faster, thrusting harder.
The heat was building inside her, like a volcano ready to erupt. She threw her head back and moaned, the stimulation of her erogenous areas overwhelming her. She ground her clitoris on Finn’s pelvis as he thrust into her and as his penis raked her g-spot, she cried out in pleasure. She was almost there, just a little bit more. Finn’s breathing paced hers, everything about him primal and possessive, taking his pleasure from her body, his cock so hard, forcing its way into her, demanding everything from her. And as he lunged deeply into her, he pushed her off the edge and she exploded around him. Finn’s breathing changed as he thrust faster. His muscles tightened under her hands and he took one more deep hard thrust into her, then stopped moving as his body shuddered. He collapsed onto her, thrusting gently a few more times, catching his breath, before shifting his weight to the side and pulling her into a tight embrace.