He smiles and covers my lips with his again. I barely notice that he is unbuttoning his shirt. He sets me down and pulls off his trousers. I lean on the wall, watching him. I can’t believe what a beautiful body he has, the muscles of his chest are well defined, and his stomach is flat and firmly muscled, my eyes skip to his erection, poking through his boxer briefs, I feel a mixture of longing and dread.
“Your room?” He asks
I point in the direction of the door, and he picks me up, which is good because I’m not sure I can walk on my rubbery legs. In my room, he sets me on the bed, and presses a hand against the wetness in my panties, I moan and my hips rotate all on their own, rubbing against his hand until he moves it away and then slowly starts to pull down my panties.
I lift my hips to help him. As the panties go down, they leave a wet trail on my legs. I look up at him, I don’t know where I find the courage, but I reach towards him and pull at his briefs until his erection springs free. I swallow. He is frankly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
He pushes me down on the bed and straddles me. I can feel his erection on my thighs. I want to spread my legs wider so that he can touch me. Tentatively, I touch his chest, letting my fingers play with a nipple. I stop in surprise as he closes his eyes and moans my name. Encouraged, I let my fingers move over his chest to the other nipple.
He bends over me and kisses me again. His lips make a trail down to my breasts. He presses my breasts together and sucks on both nipples at once.
He moves lower, spreading my legs as his lips move over my belly, I know what he is going to do, but nothing prepares me for it.
At the first touch of his tongue, my body almost vaults off the bed.
“Stay still.” The words are a raspy command. He grips my thighs and holds me firmly, then he licks me again. My body is squirming against his tongue, I can’t stop moaning, or shaking. I lift my hips to his mouth. I feel like I am going to explode any moment. “Please,” I hear myself moan, “Please,” I hope he knows what I want, because I don’t.
His tongue moves in circles, slow then fast, licking, then sucking. I dig my fingers into his hair. I am so hot, I can’t think anymore. “Please,” I cry out. He ignores me. His thumb joins his tongue, and he is licking and rubbing me at the same time. I lose control almost immediately. I groan, and my body starts to move on its own, bucking and jerking against his lips as waves and waves of pleasure sweep over me. I fall back on the bed, panting, my eyes wide.
His tongue touches me again, and I can’t take it, I’m too sensitive. My body jerks away, and I watch him through glazed eyes as he rises up from between my legs.
I have gone to heaven, I think. My heart is pounding so loudly, I’m sure he can hear it. My body feels unbearably sweet. I reach for him, and my fingers move shyly over his length, there is some moisture at the tip. I rub it and he groans loudly, stiffening. He pulls my hand away and spreads my legs wider, sliding a finger into me, then two. The feeling is strange, but I like it. I can feel my body begin to throb around his fingers. He pulls them out, and I moan in disappointment, which disappears when he presses his tip into me.
“Are you ready?” His voice is rough.
In reply, I press against him hungrily, letting him feel my eagerness for him to fill my throbbing need. He positions himself on his knees between my legs and grabs hold of my thighs. The tip of his erection digs deeper into me. I rotate my hips, and he groans and drives in, filling me completely. I moan in pain, clutching his arms as the burning sensation tears through me.
He freezes, but the pain is already fading, I can feel a slow pleasure building at the strange sensation of him inside me, it is a different kind of pleasure. I move a little, and he groans.
“Are you okay?” His voice is strange, harsh. I nod, “Please don’t stop.” I whisper.
My words seem to do something to him. He leans forward on his elbow and starts to move, sliding in and out, slowly at first, and then as I start to moan, faster. I can feel a sweet sensation building up inside me again, growing with each stroke. I run my hands down his back, and over his hard buttocks, his body is slick with sweat, and so is mine. He picks up speed, lifting my leg and rotating his hips as he thrusts into me again and again. I match his movements, and hot pleasure floods my body spreading from between my legs, to my back, my thighs and my belly.
I scream his name as my body explodes, he thrusts into me one more time, driving in deep as he groans his release. Then he sighs deeply and collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck.
“You’re beautiful,” He says, before pulling me closer as he turns to his side. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Chapter Four
The next morning I wake up with a start, certain that I have had an erotic dream, but the warmth from the perfect masculine body wrapped around me on the bed tells me that I haven’t.
He is lying behind me, his arm over my waist, my back perfectly curved into his body.
We are spooning, I realize in wonder, and I revel in how delightful it feels.
I move, turning around until I am facing him. His eyes open slowly, his hair is tousled, and his eyes are groggy, but he is still so hot I want to kiss him again. I stifle a giggle as I wonder what Aunt Josephine would say if she could see me now.
“Good morning,” I say shyly. I can’t believe all the things I did with him last night. I stretch, reveling in the delicious soreness of my body.
“Good morning,” He looks at me for a moment, “How are you feeling?”
“Great.” I smile, suppressing the desire to break into song, or something equally ridiculous. “A little sore.”
He nods. I reach out and touch his hair, letting my fingers play with the thick black silkiness. His lips curve a little.
“When do you have to leave for work?”
I frown, I have completely forgotten about work. “The shop opens at eleven,” I tell him, “I usually leave about twenty minutes before then.”