Her head flopped back as his mouth began to move lower, dipping his tongue into her navel the same as he had done before.
“Aah.” She quietly moaned out at the sensation of it. She had no doubts that he knew exactly what he was doing.
She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, her lungs fighting for more air and she had no clue as to why. They had just started and already she felt completely at his will.
For a split second, she felt butterflies in the deepest part of her stomach as his fingers reached for the elastic of her shorts and panties. Slowly as he worked them down her legs, his mouth moved lower.
Then the slow and tenderness disappeared as he looked down at her red curled cunt, smiled up at her and dipped down and in between her legs. Her shorts and panties were now around her ankles, keeping them exactly how he wanted them.
On reflex, she tensed as his tongue made the first pass over her inner thigh and then repeated on the other side. Her eyes closed tight as his tongue flicked lightly over her own erected nub.
Her legs begin to twitch, her stomach tightened as he began a quicker, stronger touch of his tongue to her clit. She moaned out as he began licking and drinking her juices, hearing the sounds of his tongue against her, she felt the deepest part of her spring to life.
She knew she wouldn’t last long. She was wound up tighter than a male dog around a female in heat.
“Oh, Jesus!” She screamed as his mouth sealed over her clit and at the same time, thrust a finger deep inside her, pressing in on the ever hidden sweet spot inside.
Her pussy clenched tight as her orgasm hit making her convulse around him, shattering into a million little pieces of ecstasy.
But he doesn’t stop. His hands slid under her hips and gripped them tightly as he pushed his mouth tighter against her, making her hips buck widely against him as he continued to now what felt like assault, her overly sensitive clit.
“Stop. Stop. I can’t do that!” Bianca cried out at the realization of him wanting her to come again. As much as she appreciated it, she had never been able to have more than one orgasm before.
He moaned in an almost animalistic sound against her clit, sucking her in harder, digging his fingers into her hips.
Tears poured from her eyes as she cried out. It was too intense. Her body was too sensitive. She continued to fight against his hold, but it was useless.
“Oh… Jesus..Fucking..Christ…” She cried out through clenched teeth, her body rushing over the edge and into another orgasm. Her body shook, her pussy spasmed, releasing juices that she could feel sliding down her slit. Her breath was on stand still as her entire body shook from shock and a level of orgasmic bliss she had never known before swept over her.
Her head began to spin as her lungs function returned and she started gasping for air. The ripples and spasms of her orgasm had lasted so long, that she had become light headed, faint almost from lack of oxygen.
Slowly, her eyes opened, staring back into the eyes of a very proud appearing and smiling Colby. “Don’t tell me you can’t do something.” He chuckled.
“Wow.” That’s all she could say as she felt her lips turn into a smile.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He face grew serious as he stood again, her legs still wrapped around him and now resting against his hips.
“Mm’mm.” She smiled widely. She had never felt this much excitement before. Not that she could really count the two lovers she had been with. Jason Stidham had been her first. After that night, he had scared her away from sex for another two years. He hadn’t taken his time with her and wasn’t gentle about anything. Almost two years had went by and she had been in college when she ran across him again. They had talked about that night and he embarrassingly admitted to being a virgin as well. He had no clue what he had been doing with her and he was now sorry for it.
Hearing those words and realizing that it wasn’t just her like she had thought, she wound up in the arms of Patrick Myers. He had known what he was doing and although he took his time with her for the most part, there were still times when it hurt to have sex and she didn’t orgasm every time with him. They dated for nearly two years before she found him in bed with another man. She was shocked and embarrassed. He tried to explain to her that he had to have both worlds, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t bring herself to tell her friends what had really happened, thinking that they would think she had been bad in bed or something like that, so she would just tell them it wasn’t meant to be.
Bianca watched as he carried her further up the side of the bed before sitting her on the edge, and then reaching into the night stand. He pulled free a silver foil looking packed, tearing it with his mouth, before smiling down at her as he dropped the towel that was still around his waist.
She was hesitant to follow his eyes down to wear he was now sliding on the condom. She was afraid of what she would see. She had felt him rubbing against her and knew without a doubt that he was definitely one hundred percent a well-endowed man. Sometimes she thought if she didn’t see the size of it, maybe it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe it was her mind just playing tricks on her. So, she didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing that was trying to spiral out of control again.
-Colby-
He studied her face and wondered what was going on in her mind. Was she not into it anymore? Had he done something that spooked her?
He watched her eyes blinking, questioning why he was waiting. But then there was something else. He felt the tremble of her body and knew something had her frightened.
He reached up, smoothing the piece of hair from her eyes that had come loose from her pony tail. Her eyes began to glimmer and she closed them.
“Hey.” He spoke easily. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he pulled her into his chest, holding her.
“Nothing.” That was when he felt her tear and heard a faint sniffle.
He gently gripped her shoulders, pushing her back so that he could see her face. This wasn’t her first time, he had known that. His fingers had been buried deep inside of her more than once now and although she was tighter than he had ever felt before, there was no barrier so it couldn’t be that.
“You have to be honest with me here. Did I do something?”
She shook her head, turning away from him. His fingers gripped her chin, pulling her back to look at him. “Don’t look away. If you don’t want to do this we can stop. It’s not that big of a deal. Not that sex isn’t a big deal, I just mean I won’t be mad.”
She smiled, “It’s not that.”
“Then tell me what it is.” He leaned forward, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Um… this is so embarrassing. I have only been with two other people. The first one I have a hard time counting. We were both virgins so needless to say, he had no clue what he was doing and it was less than pleasurable for me.”
“And the second?” He couldn’t help to be happy with her. Knowing that she hadn’t been with many men was a turn on for him. Not that he would have stopped if she had, it just wasn’t something that he was used to hearing. Usually, he had one night stands from the neighboring town, and he could tell they had been around the block a few times, but still it was a means to an end for him.
“He..um… Look he tried to be good to me, patient, but there were times it still hurt like hell and I just wanted it over with. Sometimes, he would get mad because I wouldn’t….” She covered her face with her hand before finishing. “Get off and it pissed him off.”
Okay, obviously he didn’t know what the hell he was doing either or you wouldn’t have been hurting and you would have gotten off. Why the hell are you so embarrassed about it?
“And?” He asked, knowing there had to be more to it.
She moved her hand, looking shocked as tears filled her eyes again. The sight alone was making Colby ready to track down the asshole that had apparently damaged her in some way.
“I think maybe this was a bad idea. I should
just go.” She tried to move her legs up and over him, but he quickly stopped her.
“I don’t. I think we are just getting started here. What aren’t you telling me?”
Her breathing was becoming erratic, but she kept her eyes locked with his. Tears were now falling and she wasn’t trying to hide them.
Colby felt a pull and anger surge through him. It was taking everything he had not to get a name and find the son of a bitch that had done this.
“I’m scared.” She whispered.
“Oh.” He said, still confused. It was sex, not marriage. He still wasn’t getting it. “What scares you?”
Her shoulders dropped, she looked as if she were defeated by an entire army. “Of it hurting. I know, I’m twenty five years old and should know better, but with my past experiences, and not knowing you, it worries me.”
Finally he got it while secretly slapping himself on the back of the head. He should have got it right off the bat. He knew how tight she was and also how big he was. He also knew early on that he would have to be gentle with her.
“I see.”
“You’re not mad or laughing at me, so I take it you understand.”
“I do understand. But I think there is something that you don’t understand. If I’m doing my job right, you shouldn’t be hurting. Maybe at first, but it shouldn’t last. There are things that I will do first. I knew I would have to the minute I felt of you. I don’t know what all they did to you, but whatever it was, wasn’t what they should have been doing.”
He watched as her eyes moved from one of his eyes to the other. As if she thought she would miss something if she wasn’t looking at both of them.
“Thanks.” She finally gave a hint of a smile.
“For what?”
“For not freaking out on me.”
“I would never freak out on you for something like this. I’m not like them.” He leaned forward in what was meant to be a soft, single kiss. As he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. What she did next, surprised him. It was her that made the next move. Her hands gripped his head as she pressed her lips to his, almost smashing her mouth to his.
When she pulled away, she was just as breathy as he and the fire had returned to her eyes.
“Are you sure?” He wouldn’t make her feel as if she had to do this.
“Yes.” She stared into his eyes briefly before he watched her eyes travel back down to his mouth. In a split second, he really was losing control. He was treading into uncharted territory for him and he needed to put the brakes on.
Peeling his mouth from hers, he smiled. “You have to slow down. I really…really… enjoy your enthusiasm, but we can’t rush this. Understand?”
She nodded her head but tried to pull his mouth back down to hers.
“Tsk…Tsk….” He shook his head. “Slow.” He smiled a wicked grin. “Am I going to have to tie you down?”
Shock, fear and arousal flashed in her eyes all at once. Her mouth fell open but no words come out. Only a shake of her head.
“Good.” He gripped her legs then, kneeling and lifting them at the same time. His earlier plans were over now. He had wanted to slowly fill her with his cock and when she adjusted, take their action to the wall. With her legs restrained by her own clothes, it would have made for one hell of a hot fuck.
-Bianca-
Bianca watched as he slowly started untying the shoelaces of her running shoes. She was laying there completely naked in front of him and his eyes hadn’t left hers since her earlier admission. She couldn’t believe that he hadn’t freaked out. Instead he was fixing to call the entire deal off. She could see the look in his eyes. She didn’t want it to be over though. She wanted to have hot and steamy sex with him. She hadn’t intended on him being so conscious of her body and figure out that something was wrong.
She felt the first of her shoes to go, and then her sock. She had assumed he would move on to the next but instead, he stood at the end of the bed that her legs were now dangling over, rubbing her foot.
His fingers bore down into the deep tissue that she hadn’t even noticed had needed some attention. The sensation was relaxing her and felt wonderful. She grinned as she dropped her elbows that she had been propped up on and laid her head flat. Her eyes closed as his fingers dug deeper still.
She heard him chuckle and just smiled, knowing it was her reaction that he liked.
“I forgot how good those feel.” She smiled, moaning as he hit tender spots that she hadn’t realized were even there.
“How long has been since someone gave you a foot massage?”
“Um, not counting my pedicures, um never.” She laughed.
He moved his fingers to the other foot, repeating the same process before he stopped, taking off her shorts and panties the rest of the way.
She felt his lips start at the ankle, laying feather like kisses up her leg. She felt a dip of the bed as he spread her legs wider, opening her so that he could fit between.
She moaned and ground her hips as his finger pressed against her again. Rubbing slowly in circles against her.
Before she could sigh from the loss of his touch, his hands gripped her thighs, lifting her bottom up so that her hips were now tilted upward, her ass resting against the coarse hair of his thighs and giving him the perfect view of her pussy.
She didn’t feel shy from the knowledge of him seeing her. She had never felt bashful when it came to that. So that wasn’t an issue for her. The issue was his cock was getting closer and closer to her and she tensed.
His fingers bore down into her thighs. “Relax, Bianca.” He spoke softly.
“Uh huh.” She had agreed with him, but that didn’t mean that her body would listen to her.
“Trust me.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss her right above her pubic bone before his thumb began working her clit again.
“I don’t think I can do that again.” She said, this time opening her eyes to him.
He smiled as if she had just dared him. “I bet you can.”
She began to wiggle against him, his movements, feeling the first signs of release sneaking up on her. Then she felt him slowly enter one finger, gradually moving it in and out of her. She felt herself stretch as he added a second.
She moaned as his fingertips massaged her insides, his thumb from his other hand working her clit.
She felt herself building even closer as he slowly began moving his fingers in a scissor like fashion. Stretching her, preparing her before adding a third.
Enough was enough, she was too close now and wanted her release. She pushed back against his fingers, feeling fuller than she had felt in a long time. His fingers were nothing compared to her slender ones that she had used on more than one occasion, but never like this. Never pushing and preparing herself for anything bigger.
His fingers were long and thick, and she loved how they were making her feel right now.
“Please…” She begged, feeling it less than a moment away it seemed.
“Shh.” He whispered.
She began slowly thrusting her hips down, until she was sure she could take it. She hadn’t felt the first inkling of pain and she was enjoying it.
“Oh my god!” She cried out, feeling her release almost there, but then his fingers stopped moving. “What are you doing?” She growled.
He chuckled at her response. “Trust me.”
He kept his fingers still as her impending orgasm faded away, and then he pulled his fingers free, sliding out from under her, and gently laying down on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows.
“Trust me.” He whispered and then his knee was pushing her leg further apart and she felt the head of his erection against her, making her tense automatically.
“Trust me.” He repeated his words to her. It was amazing how just the sincere look on his face and those words had done exactly what she couldn’t make her own body do.
She felt him slowly press against her, easing himself an inch inside and stopping.
She watched as his eyes closed and tightened, as if he were struggling himself. Her hands gripped his biceps as she waited for what she had been expecting. Intense stretching and burning combined with sharp pain.
When it didn’t come, and he didn’t move, she closed her eyes and pushed her hips, slowly inching him inside her. He was allowing her to do it. Take what she could and at her own pace.
She kept sliding down him until she felt completely full. Feeling as if she couldn’t take anymore inside of her. Then she felt him move.
“Open your eyes for me.” He whispered.
She did as he requested, meeting his intense blues. She looked over his face, noticing the tightness of his jaw and realizing he was fighting to hang on.
She smiled, looking back into his eyes. “I’m okay.”
That was all it took and he began moving. Slowly at first, watching her as if he was waiting for any sign of discomfort.
His tenderness to her needs and comfort tugged at her. She felt almost treasured and cherished. She knew that this would probably be a onetime deal. Men like him didn’t have relationships and she was okay with that.
He picked up his pace, this time he was touching her deeper than before and it pushed her quickly towards her release.
She felt the sway of his balls now smacking against her ass and couldn’t believe how quick he was moving. How deep he was touching her. And how she was loving every sweet second of it.
Her head began to thrash about as her orgasm hit, sweat breaking out across her skin, as her body quivered and clenched around his cock.
“Jesus, that feels good.” He words are forced. “You are so fucking tight, baby.”
Baby? Even as she is writhing below him, she can’t believe what she just heard. She had never been called a pet name. The term of endearments had never been a part of her previous relationships. Her past had only shortened her name. They would call her Bee or Bianca, but that was it. This meant more to her than she knew he would understand.
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