by Rylee Swann
When we reach the bed, I turn her until her legs are backed up against it. She’s shaking, and I can’t have that, so I bend until our lips are touching again. And move my lips over hers until I feel her melting into the kiss, until I know all rational thought has left the building and she is completely in the moment.
That’s when I gently push her down onto the mattress and spread myself out on top of her, our lips still locked, our tongues dancing. Dawn reaches up, buries her fingers in my mess of hair, causing me to smile into her mouth. She’s with me on this, really wants it, wants me.
I revel in a dream come true that I didn’t know I had until a couple of weeks ago.
Yet, I’ve wanted this all my life.
Complete, unconditional love with no reservations or expectations.
I break our kiss and she whines in protest as I lift her to a sitting position.
“You have too much on, baby doll.” I raise her arms above her head, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. Then, I slowly—as much to tease me as her—remove her shirt. Revealing a beautiful ivory-toned belly and plump, firm breasts that will fit perfectly in my palms, covered by a virginal white bra with a dainty little bow in the middle. Raven Dawn is an incredible combination of innocent yet badass, and my cock heartily approves, growing hard enough to ache.
With a flick of my fingers, I push the straps from her shoulders and just marvel at her.
“Jeesh, Fringe, stop staring.” She tries to cross her arms over her chest but I push them away.
“I want to see you,” I croon, trying to set her at ease. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
A blush rises into her cheeks, almost as red as her hair. “You’re not half bad yourself. You’re really kinda smokin’ hot.”
She laughs self-consciously and I take the opportunity to reach behind her and unclasp her bra, letting it fall away from her body. I was right. Her tits are made for my hands and I don’t hesitate to cup them, squeezing gently and rubbing her nipples with my thumbs.
She gasps and I capture the sound with my mouth, pushing her back down onto the bed, straddling her. Letting her feel my length between her legs.
To my surprised delight, she doesn’t pull away from the contact. Instead, she grabs the edge of my shirt and tries to pull it over my head. I help her get it off then bend down to take her lips again, but this time she stops me.
“I want to see you, too.”
I straighten, giving her a good view, watching as her eyes drink me in. Reaching up, she lays her hands on my chest and slowly trails them down to my abs until their progress is halted by the top of my jeans. She bites her lip and looks back up at me.
“You want to see more?” She nods, both eager and shy, and I oblige by undoing the button and zipper, spreading the ends to reveal my deep vee. “Better?”
She smiles but shakes her head. “More.”
Laughing, I too shake my head. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
She tsks at that tired old line but to my amazement quickly wriggles out of her jeans, leaving on only her virginal white panties. My cock grows even harder and I groan at the pain-filled pleasurable twinge. I better be careful or I might come in my jockeys. This girl is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
“Your turn.” Her tone is playful, provocative, and damned if she isn’t leading the show, taking control. But I’m not complaining.
I quickly remove my jeans, flinging them to the floor. Her eyes grow big as she sees my length, just barely contained in my jockeys. She licks her lips, waking the beast within me. Fuck, I want to take her now, hard and fast.
“Oh, baby doll, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” I growl and restrain myself, bend to her breast, suck a nipple into my mouth and force myself to resume the slow pace.
Sucking down hard on her tight bud, she gasps, writhes, and arches her back. Her fisted hands twist the sheets, and her breathing becomes rapid.
It suddenly hits me that every single thing I do to her is the first time she’s experiencing it. She doesn’t know what’s coming next, can’t anticipate. Her reactions are true and unencumbered by past experiences or memories, good or bad. I’m the first one to touch her this way, teasing with my teeth to her sexy groans of pleasure.
“Oh my god… oh my fucking god…”
I’ve never felt such power, such responsibility. She’s going to remember every second of this for the rest of her life.
I better fucking give her my best.
Reaching down, I push my fingers between her skin and the band of her panties. She stiffens and I pause, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging with my teeth while my fingers pinch and pull the other hardened nub, until she relaxes back into the mattress. I move my hand between her legs again, dipping it under her panties and cupping her sex in my palm. I feel the heat of her arousal as she arches into me.
“Oh god…”
I push a finger between her drenched folds to feather stroke her. Just the lightest of teasing touches, until she’s writhing and moaning. It makes me smile to give her such pleasure.
“Oh god… please.”
I look up to find her green eyes on me, need so etched in her face it takes my breath away.
“Please what?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Raven Dawn
Please what?
What kind of question is that?
I can’t think, sensations so powerful washing over me I think I’ll be forever lost in them.
I thought I’d be nervous when I agreed to this, to let Fringe take my virginity, but I’m not. Well, maybe a little since the painful part hasn’t happened yet—when he plows into me with his cock. Overall, though, I’ve never been more present, more in the moment.
Every inch of me is alive, tingling with energy. This feels so fucking right, I don’t know why it took me so long to know it had to be Fringe. Was always Fringe.
It’s a bit awkward though—I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing. Should I move? Do things to him? What things?
Fuck! I’m so sexually naïve.
Why did I say, please? What do I want? What am I begging for? I want release but how the hell do I say that? It’s frustrating. Maybe I should ask him. He’ll know.
Don’t laugh, Fringe, please don’t laugh.
“I… need… I don’t know.” I gasp for breath, talking suddenly a physical exertion. And, he won’t stop whatever he’s doing between my legs. It feels so good, and I don’t want him to stop, but it’s also maddening—like I’m waiting for something he’s not giving me. “Help?”
Fringe laughs but it’s not directed at me. It’s a loving sound like he thinks my every utterance is a spectacular event. “Baby doll, what do you want me to do? What will make you happy?” He flicks my pussy more forcefully to my breathless cries of pleasure.
Orgasm.
The word finally comes to me. Fuck, I’m a dope. Of course, that’s what I want.
“Make me come, Fringe, please,” I mewl, and am surprised by the sound of my own voice.
He smiles then disappears, his head diving down between my legs. My stomach muscles bunch involuntarily and I raise up just enough to—
Oh heavenly god.
Is that his tongue?
On my pussy?
I cry out, the feeling so intensely pleasurable that I think I’ve already come. But the sensation keeps building in me, swelling until I think I can’t take a second more. I cry out again, my hands clenching the sheets, my heart beating madly. He spreads my lips wide with his fingers, his tongue lapping and stroking every fold. When he hits a certain spot, my vision blurs and my hips buck. I want him closer, want to make him stay right there.
His gaze lifts to my face, his lips curving into a smile even as his tongue continues to work its magic. Our eyes lock and his tongue swirls again and again over that special spot, pressing down harder. The only sound is that of his tongue lapping up my juices, his mouth sucking.
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p; My body convulses, sensations so vivid radiating through me I feel it in my hair follicles. I scream and my hands beat the mattress. I’ve lost control. Still, he doesn’t stop, sucks harder, draining me of something I didn’t even know I had. His mouth tugs, his tongue still swirling. I’m too sensitive, can’t take another second.
Then something miraculous happens. The same yearning need builds in me again, like I’m going up steps to an unknown world. Is this possible? Another orgasm?
It scares me and I whimper. “Fringe… stop.” My head tosses back and forth. “Please, Fringe, no more… let me touch you.”
In reply, he takes my pussy with his teeth and bites down just enough to have me screaming again, my hips bucking so forcefully I don’t know how he holds on. Reaching up to my breasts, he pinches my nipples and chuckles, the vibration the most delightful tickle.
“This is for you, Dawn, not me. It’s your birthday present.”
“But…” I gasp, threading my fingers through my hair. “I could suck you off... want to… okay?”
“Not now, plenty of time for that.” He gives my pussy a long lick, causing another frenzy of spasms. “You’re about ready to come again.”
His finger plays at my entrance and I tense, unable to help it. He’s exploring virgin territory now, literally, and fear overshadows the sensations.
“S’okay.” He places a hand on my belly, and slowly pushes his finger in only the length of one joint, and wriggles it.
My nervousness and tension disappear. I want so much more of him inside me.
“Dear fucking god, is it my birthday yet?!”
This brings a genuine belly laugh from Fringe. “Five after midnight. Happy birthday, baby doll.”
My breath comes out in a whoosh. I’m eighteen. Finally. The age I’ve chosen to consensually give up my virginity. I smile wide. “Let’s do it, Fringe. Right now, come on.”
“That’s one hell of an invite. Hang on.” He reaches over, rummages in the top drawer of his bedside table. I know what he’s looking for and put a hand on his arm. “What?”
I sit up, wrap my arms around him. “Don’t use one. I’m on the pill, remember? I want us to feel everything. I don’t want a thing between us.” I plead with my eyes until he grunts.
“I’ve never not used a condom.” He looks away for a moment, and I can tell he’s thinking hard. “But… I’m safe, get tested regularly…”
I reach down between us and stroke his cock over his jockeys. It’s so big, thick and hard. I bite my lip, worrying about how that’s going to fit inside me. He groans, pulls down the elastic and his cock pops out, pointing at me. I gape at it, even as I feel his eyes on me, watching my reaction.
Reaching out, I take hold of him, my little hand barely able to make a fist over it. His dick is velvety over the hard and I marvel at the unexpected contrast.
“I want you in me, just this way. No jacket required.”
Still holding onto his cock, I lie back and he follows, indecision gone from his eyes. Lowering himself onto me, his weight is like a security blanket draped over me. I’m safe here with Fringe, giving myself to him, trusting him completely in this moment. This is good.
This is perfect.
His lips crash down onto mine and I open my mouth to him, pushing my tongue into his. He takes it with his lips, holding on and sucking, and I’m taken by surprise. No one’s ever done this. It’s so erotic, it makes me even wetter, as I realize I’m totally at his mercy. His hold on me is complete, and that’s even a turn on, so I remind him of what I want by pressing my body up into his. His cock presses against my heat and rubs, the friction so good. I need more, but he arches away from me and pinches my nipple. There’s a little sound at the back of my throat, and he pinches again, harder this time.
Half stifled mewling sounds emanate from me until he laughs, letting go of my tongue. “You’re precious. I love you so much.” His eyes are alight with love.
A stupid grin takes over my face. This is about to happen. I’m a little scared, but I trust Fringe with all my heart. “I love you, too. So much.”
“Are you ready for me, baby doll?” His cock presses against my pussy. “I need to know you’re sure about this. It’s not like we can take it back later.” He pulls back, searching my face for the answer.
“I need you, Fringe.” I wrap my arms around him, grabbing his ass. “It has to be you. Please.” I smile reassuringly and rock my hips upward to urge him to action. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
He looks at me with an odd expression but quickly breaks into a smile. “It has to be me, eh?”
“Yes, I’ll die a virgin if it’s not you!” I buck my hips again, reveling in the feel of his thickness. “Now, stop stalling. Let’s do the nasty! Pop my cherry! Time to go all the way!”
“It’s time for you to stop talking, baby doll,” he says through laughter. “You’re a nut but I love how we can laugh and not take everything so seriously.”
I want to answer but his lips find that sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulder and my toes curl like an invisible string is attached to them. Remarkable. Soon, he’s making me squeak and gasp—noises that he seems to like and I couldn’t stop if I tried. He’s sucking, nipping, nuzzling at my breasts, driving me crazy so that I almost don’t notice when the head of his cock pokes inside.
My breath comes out in a hiss, and he stops.
“Did that hurt?”
Now, I’m embarrassed. “Umm, no… I thought it would, so…”
“So, you made the appropriate noise.” He presses his lips to mine so tenderly it takes my breath away. “I’m going to go slow, but there’ll come a point where you’re going to want me to just get all the way in. That’ll hurt, a little, but I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
Neither of are laughing anymore. I nod, doing my best not to chew nervously on my lip. He’s actually inside me now, even if it’s only the tip, and the anticipation is driving me crazy.
He licks a path down my neck to my breast and sucks a nipple into his mouth. At the same time, he pushes a little farther in. The feeling of him filling a space that’s always been empty is amazing, like a blind person suddenly being given sight. I find myself arching my back and his cock scoots in even farther.
So far, so good.
“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Fringe groans and captures my mouth with his again.
I’m doing my best to lose myself to the sensations but the invasion is getting uncomfortable. It’s like I want to bear down and rid myself of this alien entity. At the same time, electricity courses through my body, lighting me up from the inside out.
Fringe pulls his head back to check on me, a dreamy look of concentration on his face. It’s so sexy that I reach up and cup his cheek with my hand. That’s when he thrusts a bit more forcefully and I scream.
“Fuck! You said a little! That was a lot!”
“I’m sorry. Should I stop?”
“No! Fuck no! We’re almost there, right? Tell me we’re almost there.”
“Almost there,” he pants. “Couple more thrusts.”
He presses into me again and I bite down on his shoulder to hold in another scream. I’m being torn apart, stretched in a way that’s not right. “Just do it! Bust through! Oh my god, oh my god.”
He nods, raises himself up and pushes his hips forward, impaling me—once… twice. Then he stops and whispers against my ear, “I’m in. You feel so fucking amazing. Are you okay?”
I barely hear his words through the haze of pain. I’m sure my face is a grimace, but I nod because, crazy as it sounds, I want more. Pleasure is mixing with the pain and it feels so fucking good. I need to move, my hips demanding release from the tension I’ve shackled them with. Moving is going to hurt, but I’m getting the idea it’s going to be more pleasure than pain. Tentatively, I try lifting my hips and suck in a hissing breath, but do it again, reaching for the pleasure that’s beyond the ache.
“Want me to show you?”
He starts moving inside me. It still hurts, but the pain is receding to a dull throb, overtaken by a fire building in my core that radiates outward, so intense I want to cry from the sheer joy of it.
“You’re doing great, Dawn. Just do what I’m doing, meet me halfway. We’ll find our rhythm. You’ll know when it happens.”
I try to match my movements to his, rising up as he’s coming down, and the friction of our movements builds inside me. I’m in awe. Of their own accord, my toes curl, fingers dig into Fringe’s back, breath comes in ragged gasps.
We’re both moving faster now, our bodies slapping together in urgent unison. The noise almost as exciting as the sweet bliss of meeting his thrusts. Heat spreads throughout my body and I can’t get my lungs to take in air, then I’m shuddering, and can’t make my muscles relax.
“That’s it baby,” he rasps. “Together, we’ll come together… let yourself go.”
He thrusts one more time and I’m lost, writhing beneath him, every atom in my body on fire. I vaguely hear myself screaming or moaning as he thrusts again and again, then holds himself motionless inside me. His face contorts into a mirror of my earlier grimace, eyes closed, chest heaving.
Slowly, his muscles relax, his eyes open and he smiles down at me. My body feels torn in half where we’re joined, and there’s intense shock waves that make my center tense all over, but I smile back then stick my tongue out at him. He laughs, and I have never been happier or more fulfilled in my entire life.
Rolling off me and coming up on his side next to me, there’s a wonderous expression on his face as he runs his finger down my temple. “That was intense. You were fucking amazing.”
“Yeah, it kinda was.” I’m so breathless it surprises me. It’s like I’ve run a mile. “I’m glad I didn’t have to die a virgin.”
We both laugh as he pulls me into his arms and we lay there like that.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he says in a soft whisper a little later.
“Oh, no. You were wonderful, beautiful, amazing. It’s not your fault that the first time has to hurt. I know you’d never hurt me.”