The smile I’m rewarded with is like I agreed to give him a million dollars, and if I wasn’t so turned on I’d giggle.
I watch him slowly lower down my body, his hands parting my legs as his lips kiss my inner thigh up, up, up.
“Oh my God,” I whimper when his tongue swipes my slit. I watch his head disappear between my legs, his mouth and breath and tongue on the most intimate part of me. I writhe under him as he gently holds my legs open and devours me, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves that demand release.
When his tongue dips inside, my fingers go to his hair and dig into his scalp. Unintentionally, I arch up until his face is buried further, his nose brushing my clit as his tongue brings me on the brink of my orgasm.
“Too much. Too much.” I shake my head as I build up, Kaiden not relenting as he eats me out and makes noises that sound a lot like mine as I tug on his hair and move my body to get more friction against him.
It’s an intense feeling, the way my stoma
ch warms and tingles and my legs tighten on either side of his head. It’s consuming and alluring and addicting. Like I don’t want him to stop but need him to before I lose my mind.
When I come, I come harder than ever before and have to throw a pillow over my face because I’m afraid I’ll be heard. My legs quake and rock against him as he rides it out with me, his mouth pressing open kisses against me until I finally ease back onto the mattress in heavy pants and eyelids.
My hips ache from being held open, but the sated feeling washing over my body helps me forget the slight discomfort.
Kaiden moves the pillow away from me and wipes his mouth off before running a hand down my cheek and jaw. “I almost came again just hearing you make those sounds.”
I swallow, not knowing what to say.
“I need to be inside you,” he says, watching me carefully to gauge my reaction.
After a short moment, I’m nodding, realizing this is it. I’m going to lose my virginity to the boy who’s made me feel thousands of different things since I moved in with him.
He’s insulted me.
Picked on me.
Isolated me.
But he also gave me his room.
Cooked me omelets.
And taken me to his favorite spot.
He’s given Cam a chance for me, played nice with my father, and opened up to me when he wouldn’t with anyone else.
“I need this too.” I put my hands on his shoulders and squeeze.
He grabs the condom and tears it open, sitting up on his knees to slide it on. I’m mesmerized as I watch him cover himself with the latex, and feel my heart go into overdrive when he lowers back down and kisses me.
I return the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me. He tastes different, like me I realize, but I don’t think about it because all I feel his him moving to my entrance.
Using his hand to position himself, he slowly slides in, pausing, stretching me and causing me to gasp through the pain. Further, further, the sharpness intensifies. Tears well in my eyes as I try taking calming breaths.
“H-Hurts,” I whimper, squeezing him harder until our chests are pressed together. I need the pressure to ease, the pain to go away.
I knew it was going to hurt, but I feel like I’m being split in two despite how wet I must be from what he did. He’s so big, it doesn’t matter that he’s trying to be careful. Wiggling, I try relieving the sting, but it gets worse. So much worse.
“No, not like that,” he comments, sounding pained in a different way. “Fuck, Em. You’re so tight. You’re squeezing my dick.”
“S-Sorry.” My voice is hoarse as a tear breaks free and slides down my cheek. Is it supposed to feel like this? Like someone shoved a burning rod between my legs? Like my pelvis is on fire and demanding to be put out?
“Don’t be.” He kisses me, reaching between us and rubbing my clit in small, circular motions. “I need you to try relaxing, okay? I know it hurts. I can make it a little better.”
I close my eyes and hope more tears don’t spill, but even when I feel my body loosen a little to his touch, his movements don’t make the pain lessen. He moves out of me, and slowly back in, going further than before. Over and over he does this. He repeats the movements, playing with my clit, kissing me, nipping my lip and chin, until I’m saying his name in a choked plea.