by Elaria Ride
So I decide to help him along the best way I can. Turnabout is fair play, after all.
I hollow my cheeks and begin sliding up and down his hard cock in earnest. I start humming as I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth with every pass, and at long last, I tilt my head back to meet his stare, hoping that our eye contact will be enough to push him over the edge…
Harrison, though, has different plans.
“No!” he cries suddenly. His voice a near-shout, and I pause, my mouth still wrapped around his dick.
I'm willing to wait for him, I suppose — if that's what he truly wants…
Harrison’s eyes are slammed shut, his breath coming in heavy pants. It’s only after several pained moments he finally opens his eyes and stares back at me.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he grits.
Wait, what?!
Ok… in all of the sexual fantasies I’ve had over the course of my life, I have to admit this has never been one of them. I didn’t think guys actually liked going down on girls; it seemed like the stuff of fantasy novels and dirty magazines.
Still, I can’t deny that Harrison’s eyes are so dark and hooded that it looks like he’s telling the truth. After a split-second contemplation, I decide to go for it… regardless of how self-conscious it makes me feel.
I release his cock with a pop and give him a confused look before I sit up on the couch. He’s going to have to make the next move; I’ve never actually done this, so he’s going to have to explain. The most I know about this position is giggled drawings that were passed around homeroom. Not exactly enough to instill sexual confidence!
Fortunately, Harrison seems to understand — and for one, it doesn’t take long for him to take charge. I let out a startled shriek as he grips me around the waist, and in an instant, he’s positioned my sopping pussy by his mouth as he extends his entire body on the length of the leather sofa.
In a haze of pleasure, I recognize what this position looks like. But I’ve certainly never done it before. Sixty-nine is a bit of a joke, something I’d never considered real people actually doing — especially not when the people in question weigh as much as me.
But as he begins to massage my clit with his tongue, I realize how profoundly wrong I was. Because this isn’t a joke — it’s amazing. It’s perfect. I cry out in blissful oblivion, caught somewhere in between heaven and hell as he groans and nuzzles deeper into my center.
I'm so absorbed in pleasure that I'm scarcely aware of the fact that he's managed to fully remove his jeans and briefs with his other hand, all while he keeps me balanced on his face. This is not an easy task, but it makes me admire his sheer strength even more. When Harrison finally lets out a sigh of relief from below me, I realize he's freed his cock — once and for all.
It eagerly springs towards me, the tip now absolutely dripping with pre-cum. Harrison pays it no mind, though; he seems more content to give me the release I’ve been seeking. Instead of forcing his cock on me at all, he returns his other hand to thrust in and out of me in time with the massaging strokes against my clit.
I don't think even he’s expecting it when I lunge forward to take him into my mouth once more.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans into my pussy as his fingers continue pumping. He only momentarily stalls in his ministrations on my clit, and after a few seconds of adjusting to my dedicated rhythm on his cock, he begins lapping at me once more.
And shit… it’s all too much… I begin to whimper from deep in my chest as I keep licking up and down, and I’m just hoping hoping hoping that he can hold out as long as I can. I never would have guessed as much, but riding his face while I suck his cock — my tits pressed against his lower belly — is doing things to me I’d never imagined, not even in my dirtiest, most depraved fantasies.
Before long, I feel my third orgasm of the night barreling towards me with the strength of a freight train.
Yes… yes… YES!
I cry out one in ecstasy one final time as the ripples of pleasure shoot from my center to every limb in my body. It’s like my entire body is undulating with white-hot, blissful need, like all that matters is his body beneath mine as he coaxes the orgasm from my pulsing pussy.
My climax slams into me so relentlessly that all I'm able to do is slide my mouth down his length, even as his cock grazes the back of my throat. For once, this doesn’t bother me… doesn’t trigger a gag reflex at all!
And — yes— it seems that with this simple measure, he’s coming apart, too. An instant later, I hear a muffled bellow from the other end of my body. Harrison’s cock twitches in my mouth before his absolutely explodes, pulsing and tightening with every spurt.
To my surprise, it doesn’t make me gag, doesn’t repulse me at all, when his cum pours down my throat. That’s never happened before, but that’s not the type of thing I’m going to confess, not yet…
Instead, I greedily swallow all of it, reveling in the moans and grunts from the man I’ve had feelings for since forever.
I pull away from his cock, panting, as his orgasm subsides. Neither one of us moves from our position, though, even as we’re completely exposed to each other, our most intimate parts in contact…
I take deep breaths as the feelings I’ve tried too hard to suppress wash over me in even greater, bigger waves. If I'm totally honest with myself, the little teenaged crush I’d once had couldn’t be described as a teenaged crush. Not anymore.
No… that crush has expanded into something I don’t want to mention, lest it scare him away. It’s a feeling I’ve wanted to deny since I saw him again, one that’s somehow both concrete and abstract, one that I can definitely define… if only I knew I wouldn’t be rebuffed.
But Harrison does the unthinkable: He mentions it first.
“Kara,” he pants after several minutes, his breath coming in short bursts.
I’m sure he’s going to ask me to move, to tell me that I’m too heavy for him, but that doesn’t seem to be the problem, not at all.
Because the next words from his lips are ones that I’ve waited almost my entire life to hear.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice almost pained in its sincerity. “Fuck…I love you.”
Harrison
I hadn’t anticipated that my first time confessing my love for Kara Crane would be while I’m coming down from the most brilliant blow job of my life.
And while her pussy is just millimeters away from my face.
But I guess life has a funny way of surprising you.
The words rush out of my mouth faster than I can stop them, just like they had earlier when I’d admitted how hot she is. Even though I know it’s not the time, not the right place, I’m filled with an overpowering urge to just tell her how I feel.
If I don’t, I think I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting it.
Kara freezes on top of me, her pillowy ass at a perfect height for me to feast my eyes.
And I’m pretty sure I’ve scared her off with my bizarre and unexpected proclamation, because she isn’t saying anything. Not at all.
Fuck.
I groan, running a hand through my hair. It would be just like me to ruin something so perfect, right before it’s even gotten off the ground. I’m a complete, colossal jackass. It makes total sense for her to turn and run right now…
So it’s with a sad sort of determination that I ease her off me and help her sit up on the couch. I place Kara’s feet on the ground before I rise to a sitting position, myself. I remain as close to her side as I dare, although I still give her a bit of space; I know that dealing with me is something she’s probably trying to avoid right now.
She’s still gloriously naked, but her eyes are downcast, her face impassive, like she can’t quite decide exactly how she wants to let me down. I’m just about to save her the trouble, to offer to drive her, when —
“Do you mean it?” Kara blurts, still staring at the carpet.
My breath catches in my throat. Could there be any
way… ?
But no. I can’t let myself think like that.
Can’t get my hopes up too high.
“Yes,” I confirm automatically, scarcely daring to hope. “Yes. I've actually…" I trail off, not sure exactly how much I should share.
But I take a glimpse at the way she’s worrying her lip and picking at her nails. I’ve always been terrible at reading her mind… but luckily, Kara’s never been one of those girls who dripped in subtext. She’s fairly cut and dry; even from as far back as our high school internship, she’s always told me exactly what she needs. It’s one of the many reasons she’s perfect for me, really.
So I decide to give her this one — even if I might embarrass myself even more.
"I think I've always been in love with you," I finally confess, staring at the ground. "I just… I didn't make a move in high school because I was afraid I'd scare you off. But now?" I shake my head sadly. "This isn't some teenaged crush, Kara. This is it — the real deal. And I don't know if you feel the same, but I had to say it before I let you walk away. Again.”
My words splinter through the air, falling heavy between us.
When I'm finally done speaking, there's a dark, ominous sort of loom hanging over Kara and me, even as the logs continue to crack merrily from the fireplace.
As such, I can't bear to look at her. I'm terrified I'll see rejection written on her face or a tight, resigned smile crossing her lips. I let out another heavy, anguished sigh and reach out to pull my jeans back on, when —
“Harrison.” Kara’s voice is softer, gentler than before.
It’s the perfect tone to let someone down easily. I set my jaw and continue to pick up my jeans. No. I need to get her out of here before I confess any more embarrassing, unrequited truths.
“Where are you going?” she asks as I rise to stand, my jeans seized in my right hand.
"I'm taking you home," I respond, doing my best to keep my voice neutral. "You clearly… can do better than me. So I won't belabor the point."
I hear Kara rise in front of me. My heart sinks to my toes, my stomach churns in misery, and I'm sure she's about to get dressed and march towards my door.
But she surprises me — just as she always has — when she starts speaking, instead.
Her voice resonates over the shifting logs in the fireplace.
“Harrison,” she begins, her tone filled with indignation. She wraps a hand around my bicep and forcefully slams me back onto the couch. I scarcely have time to admire how strong she is for being at least 6 inches shorter than me.
In retrospect, I really should have expected this confrontation, I suppose. Kara’s never been one to play games; now is no exception.
She sits down on the couch and turns to face me. She draws a deep breath. Whatever she’s about to say is requiring quite a bit of courage.
"I love you too,” she admits, her voice ringing with newfound strength. Then she bites her lip, tearing her head away. “I just… I didn't want to freak you out by revealing it too soon, or— "
But that’s it.
Her words snap something inside me, something that’s been kept at bay for far, far too long.
With a feral growl, I flip her over, my renewed erection springing to life against her belly.
“What did you say?” I demand, my eyes piercing hers. I need to hear her say it, need to know it’s true…
“I love you,” she repeats, her eyes growing even darker with desire as the firelight dances across her features.
And that's all it takes for any semblance of my composure to completely evaporate, right before my eyes.
She loves me… Kara Crane loves me.
It’s like I’ve hit every jackpot, like I’ve won every lottery, like every boyhood, childhood dream I’ve ever had came true in one instant, sweeping moment.
I’d expected to feel all of these things in my heart, for my soul to be filled with completeness as the sensations of adoration and love washed over me.
What I hadn’t expected, however, was to feel this in my cock.
“I need to be inside you,” I command, my voice several octaves lower than I’ve ever heard it.
Kara arches an eyebrow, but doesn't look like she’ll refuse me.
Of course, she's still a spitfire — which means she still has a trick or two up her sleeve. Instead of immediately giving in to my request, she scoots to the edge of the couch and positions her creamy, bouncing ass in the air. She takes a coy glance over her shoulder and wiggles her bottom enticingly.
Fuck. That’s the only incentive I need.
I rush forward and find her lips in a bruising, penetrating kiss.
Yes.
She moans into my mouth as my erection digs into her ass, and shit, I just hope she’s as turned on as I am, because I’m honestly not sure I can last very long. Not this time around. Not after I know her feelings.
I reach around to her clit and begin slow, pressured circles — ones designed to bring her to a screaming, toe-curling orgasm. At the very least, I hope I’ll be able to feel her pulse and contract around me before I explode inside.
Kara begins gyrating against my hand as a soft mewling sound comes from her throat. Yessss…I know she’s ready. I know that she’s almost as close to the edge as I am.
I lean back a bit, and I watch as her entire body shudders with anticipation.
Theory confirmed: She wants me. Her body says it, even if her mouth doesn’t.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I take my throbbing cock in my hand and spread the cheeks of her ass, lifting just there, as I slide myself into her dripping pussy.
“Fuck, you're wet," I groan. I begin my slow, even strides, ones designed to hit her g-spot and bring her to bliss. "You're so fucking wet, Kara.”
She groans at my words, but just continues to rock against my cock, even as her pussy gets wetter and wetter. Suddenly the room is filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, that desperate, pounding, wet sound that never ceases to get me off.
Kara reaches a shaking hand down to her front to rub her clit, but that's not happening now — not on my watch.
“No,” I growl, removing her hand. I lean in even closer as I continue to fuck her. “That’s my job.”
She can only whimper in acquiescence as I reach down and begin rubbing even harder, faster, more quickly than I had before. Soon she’s arching her back against me as her pale neck turns a shade of red so intense it almost matches her hair.
"Harrison," she gasps, her voice nothing more than a lilting syllable of want. "I'm going… I'm going to— "
"Come for me," I demand. I feel my balls tightening as I thrust in and out of her even harder. But I won't allow it — won't allow my own pleasure to overtake me before she finds hers. "Use my cock. Come for me now, Kara!”
And with that final, urgent request, she finally complies.
Her whole body shivers as she releases a shrill, full-bodied scream, her pussy riding my cock through her release. The sound that falls from her lips is one I’ve never heard from her, despite the multiple orgasms I've given her tonight — and it's so wanton, so abandoned, so sexy, that I can’t help but follow her right over the edge.
Kara’s orgasm goes on and on and on— and to my surprise (and delight), her pussy starts squirting, liquid starts running down her legs. All I can do is slam harder and harder, chasing my own release, and with one final, penetrating thrust, I positively roar.
My cock aches and pulses from deep inside her walls, my climax so intense it’s nearly painful, and I relish in the feel of rope after rope of my hot cum filling her to the brim.
Because she’s mine.
And she knows it.
After a few moments, I return to earth.
A quick glance at Kara tells me that she’s more or less done the same, although she’s still slumped over on the countertop. She peers over her shoulder and grins at me, and I give her a little smirk right back.
“So how was that, f
or you?” she asks conversationally, tapping her finger on her chin. “Cause I’m thinking like, you know, a three out of ten, a four at—”
I cut her off with a heated kiss, but I can’t stop the laughter from bubbling past my lips.
“You know damn well that was a ten, Kara Crane,” I mutter, giving her ass a little slap as I remove my softening cock from between her folds. She giggles, but doesn’t say a word — not even as my cum begins leaking down her legs.
And just like before, I’m in love with the sight of it… who could’ve known that would turn me on? I guess it’s just one more sign of proof that I’ve marked her as my own.
Still, I don’t bother to clean it up as I scoop Kara into my arms and carry her back to my bedroom. As soon as I grab her behind the knees, and she releases a startled shriek, but she seems to figure it out soon enough.
Her arms wrap around my neck as she buries her face in my pecs. As we stride towards the bedroom, I chance a look down at her beautiful face, the one I’ve loved for longer than I can remember.
I can only give her a besotted smile as her eyes slowly begin to droop shut. I suppose four orgasms will do that to a girl— especially if they were as spectacular as she’s led me to believe…
I grin with satisfaction as I settle Kara on my kingsized bed, tucking down the sheet to adjust her beneath the covers. She just snuggles beneath my flannel sheets, almost like she’s always been here.
In my apartment.
In my bed.
I kiss her on the forehead and walk around to my side of the bed before tucking myself in, too.
Yes, I think, turning off the lights. We’ve certainly deserved our rest.
___________
Several hours later, I'm awoken by soft hands trailing down my chest. At first, this is a weird sensation; waking up next to someone is something I haven’t done in quite a long time.
Then I catch a whiff of floral perfume, and reality comes crashing back to me.
