Say You Want Me

by Van Mol, Stefanie

  Jonathan slowly gets up from between my legs and kisses me on the lips. I can taste my own desire on his lips. When he ends the kiss, he tilts me forward so he can sit behind me again. He pulls me close against him and drapes the blanket over the two of us.

  “I was right,” he says, his voice hoarse.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Sweet. Deliciously sweet.”

  I laugh and put my head against his broad chest.

  “You weirdo.”

  I enjoy the warmth of his hot body against me. I could just stay here forever. There is still this small voice in my head, telling me this won’t end well, but I try to shut it up. For now I just want to enjoy my time with him. I’ll deal with the rest later.

  “You want to stay the night?” he asks.

  I hesitate, but only for a second. My brain is telling me it’s a bad idea; my heart is jumping up and down in my chest, screaming to say yes!

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  His hand finds mine, and he interlocks our fingers. He succeeded in his mission, and for just a little while I can forget everything. I rest my head against his chest and hear his steady heartbeat. Before I’m consciously aware of it, I’ve closed my eyes and fallen asleep in his arms.

  Jonathan

  Camille’s breathing slows. She’s fallen asleep. No matter how much I’m enjoying her warm body against mine, we can’t stay out here all night. Now that the night has fallen it’s getting cool, and I decide to take her inside. Ever since I met her, I’ve wondered what it would be like to have her in my bed. I guess I’m going to find out tonight.

  I carefully lift her into my arms. With my foot I slide open the door to my bedroom: it’s not easy, but nothing is going to stop me from having Camille in my bed. When she came for me, she had the most beautiful expression on her face and I already know I have to see that look again this morning. Maybe even more than once. I carefully lay her down on the king-sized bed and take a second to just look at her. I enjoy seeing her like this in my bed. I put a blanket on top of her and start to undress myself. The only thing I leave on are my boxer shorts. I look down and see my bulging erection standing ready to get some action. I look over at Camille in my bed. While I can understand why he’s more than ready, she looks exhausted. He’ll just have to wait.

  When I crawl under the blankets next to her, she turns in her sleep and snuggles into my arms. With a soft sigh she immediately goes back to sleep, and I can’t help but notice how good it feels to have her in my arms. One thing’s for sure, I’m never letting her go again.

  * * *

  The first rays of sunlight are peeping through the curtains. When I open my eyes it’s early in the morning. I look aside and see that Camille is still sleeping in my arms. Her long, black hair is draped over the pillow beside me, and it’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen.

  Never before have I let a women spend the night with me. Most of the time I go with them to their place, or I rent a hotel room so it’s easier for me to leave when I want to without them knowing where I live or in which room I’m staying. But for the first time, with Camille, it feels so different. I hope she wants to stay with me for the rest of the day. I want to have her within arm’s reach for the entire day for everything I have in mind for her.

  Carefully I pull back my arms from under her head, trying not to wake her. I turn over to my side and prop myself up on my elbow so I can watch her while she sleeps. The blanket is draped over her, but every time she breathes in and out, it slides a little bit more down. The swelling of her breast becomes a little more visible with every breath she takes. My dick gets painfully hard at the idea of what she would feel like; he clearly noticed she’s still naked. After our little adventure last night I didn’t bother to dress her back up. I even took off her shirt before I put her to bed. The only thing that’s still between us, is the fabric of my boxer shorts. But that won’t last long if I get to have a say in it.

  I don’t know exactly how long I’ve been watching her sleep when I see her eyes flutter open. Her blue eyes open slowly, and her gaze immediately skips to me.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Good morning.”

  Her voice is hoarse; she sounds sleepy. But with what I have in mind, she’ll be wide awake in just a few more seconds. I roll on top of her and move myself between her legs. I bring my lips to hers and give her small kisses from the corner of her mouth to the swell of her lips. She opens her mouth for me and I lick her lips with my tongue.

  I’d like to wake up like this every day. The thought scares me, because I’ve never felt that way. My erection is like a barrier between us, and it’s still painfully hard. I push down a little until we touch, and she moans when I brush her most sensitive spot.

  My mouth wanders further down, and I kiss her from the heartbeat in her neck to the swell of her breasts. I take her right nipple in my mouth, and her hips jolt up involuntarily.

  “Jonathan.” She moans my name breathlessly.

  I love that she calls me by my name. Usually everyone calls me Sticks, but I’ll do everything within my power to make her scream my real name again, hopefully more than once. I lick, nibble, and stroke her hard nipple with my tongue, feeling how she starts to shudder beneath me. I repeat the whole process again on her left nipple.

  My mouth trails even further down. I still remember the sweet taste of her pussy yesterday, so I have to taste her again. My tongue glides over her thighs and she willingly opens them further to grant me better access.

  My God, she looks so gorgeous. I softly stroke her between her folds and feel she’s ready for me already.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” I say playfully. “Is that for me?”

  An intense blush spreads on her cheeks, and I chuckle at her shyness. I’m sure she’ll lose that shyness if she spends more time with me. I keep staring into her eyes as I move my mouth closer to her labia. I’m daring her to look away, but she doesn’t. Her gaze locks with mine. I stroke and lick her pussy, and she tumbles over the edge when I slip my finger inside her.

  I feel her contract rhythmically around my finger, but decide I’ve not yet had enough of her. I curl my finger and touch that soft spot inside her. She moans loudly and starts moving her hips faster against my hand.

  “That’s it,” I encourage her. “Ride my hand, baby. Take what you want.”

  And she does. Her hips move so fast that a second orgasm isn’t far away anymore. The shyness she seemed to have just now seems to have fallen by the wayside.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, Jonathan, I’m gonna come.”

  I growl in satisfaction and plant my lips on hers. I swallow all the noises she makes and enjoy the feeling that I can give her this pleasure.

  Very carefully I pull out my finger and lie on top of her. Because of my weight pressing into her, she gets pushed even further down the mattress. I look into her eyes and almost melt from the intense gaze she gives me.

  “That was amazing, Jonathan.”

  I kiss her soft lips once more. “It’s about to get even better.”

  I keep a close eye on her, brushing the hair out of her face and rubbing my nose against hers, before I ravish her lips in a wild kiss. I can taste her hunger in our kiss. When we’re both out of breath, she looks up at me. I have to be sure that this is what she wants. The last thing I want is for her to regret this later.

  “Are you sure, Camille? You don’t have to feel like you have to.”

  She firmly shakes her head.

  “I want this with you, Jonathan.”

  I crawl out of bed and take off my boxer shorts. Her eyes grow wide when she notices my huge erection. I open the top drawer of my nightstand and take out a condom. I carefully put it on before I slip back into bed.

  My eyes stay focused on hers while I climb on top of her. I move my hand between us and position myself at her entrance. I can already feel her warmth. I hate that stupid condom right now. I’ve never had this feeling before; I’ve
never not used a condom. But Camille makes me feel all sorts of thing I’ve never felt before. I wish I was able to feel her warmth without anything between us.

  Once I’m ready to move, I slide my hands back up and lean on my elbows with her head between them. I kiss her and enjoy how almost every inch of our body is connected. When I move my head back up, she licks her lips, and that’s all it takes. With one hard thrust I enter her. It feels like I just died and went to heaven. Because this feels so good. So much better than I dreamed of. Her tight pussy fits around my dick like a warm glove, and I have to fight the urge to come right here, right now. A shiver runs down my spine; I’m so overwhelmed by her tight, warm heat. I try not to move so that her body has time to adapt to my size.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says hoarsely.

  Her brilliant smile warms my heart. I’m glad she’s enjoying this just as much as I do. Her hands grab my shoulders. Her gaze focuses on mine. She looks amazing: her eyes glazed over with lust, her lips full and swollen from our kissing and her cheeks red and blushing. She’s everything a man can dream of, and this gorgeous girl is here with me, lying in my bed.

  I can no longer control myself and start to push in and out of her. This feels so good. With the first thrust she arches her back so that her breasts are pressing against me. She moans loudly and throws her head back. Her whole body trembles with desire. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last.

  “This feels so good.”

  Another moan escapes her lips, and that’s all I need to know. I pump up the speed and enjoy every sound she makes. Her wet heat pulls me deeper inside of her, and I know she’s about to come again. I start moving faster and take everything she’s willing to give me. I push inside of her a few more times before I come, screaming. With my dick still deep inside of her, I touch my forehead against hers and try to comprehend the intense experience we just shared.

  “That was fantastic.”

  Camille smiles. Not just a small smile, but a bright, dazzling smile. And that’s the moment I realize I’ve lost myself in this girl. I know she’s about to turn my world upside down.

  Camille

  By the time we get out of bed, it’s almost ten o’clock. “You stay in bed for a little longer. I’ll take care of breakfast,” he says.

  I stare at Jonathan as he walks out. Believe me, every chance I get to look at his bare ass I’ll take. Somewhere on a chair I find my handbag and pull out my phone. I type out a quick text to Karen:

  Me: Spent the night at Jonathan’s. Oh my God!

  Karen: Wow. Good for you, enjoy it. Just make sure you don’t get hurt, okay?

  I know what Karen’s talking about, but I’m not ready yet to tell him the whole story. Of course that day will come; when I have to tell him. But for now I just want to enjoy our time together. I’ve finally got him back after all these years, and I don’t want to lose him just yet. Once he finds out why I’m really here, I’ll lose him. I’m sure of it, and I want to postpone it for as long as I can.

  Me: That won’t happen. I’m going to tell him. Just not right now.

  Karen: I’m here for you when you need me.

  I should count myself lucky with a friend like Karen. I know she means it when she says she’ll be there for me. It’s not just an empty promise. I know I’ll be able to count on her when I need her. I put my cellphone back in my purse and walk toward the balcony. Jonathan’s already sitting there, and I smile when my thoughts wander back to last night and what we did in that lounge chair.

  On the table there’s already a large variety of breakfast items. Jonathan apparently ordered everything on the menu. I look over at Jonathan and feel heat pool between my legs. He’s only wearing his boxers, and I enjoy the view of him and his fine muscles. He’s putting all sorts of things on his plate. When he turns around, I can see a smile forming on his lips. That laugh dimple appears in his cheek that I noticed before, at the bar.

  One thing’s for sure: this guy is going to be the death of me.

  “Enjoying the view?”

  “You know I do, no reason for you to grin like that.”

  He walks toward me and steals a kiss, right before he takes a seat on the lounge chair.

  Now it’s my turn to grin at him. I stare at all the sorts of different containers of jelly on the table, then look back at Jonathan.

  “You do know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right?” I try to keep my voice strict as I address him.

  Jonathan seems a bit upset. He probably thinks I really mean to give him a lecture. I decide to continue quickly before I lose my courage.

  “I’m planning on having a big breakfast.”

  Slowly I walk toward him, pick up the pot of strawberry jam from the table, slide in between his legs, and place the jar next to me. With my right index finger, I scoop a big dollop of strawberry jelly out of the jar. I look up at Jonathan while I slide my finger in my mouth, as deep as possible. I make a big show out of cleaning my finger. Jonathan’s eyes narrow on me, and I can see the lust appearing in them.

  I push Jonathan backward until his shoulders hit the back of the lounge chair. I sit in front of him and let my hand wander down his boxer shorts. His dick immediately grows from semi-erect to hard in like a second.

  When I move my finger back to the jar of jelly, he looks at me, confused. This time I cover his left nipple in strawberry jam. Very slowly I move my head forward until it’s only inches away from his nipple. I can see his chest rising and falling, anxious with anticipation. With my tongue I start licking away the jam I put on him. I lick and nibble until every last bit is cleaned off.

  “Fuck.”

  Mmm, I like it that I can get a man like Jonathan to beg and plead with just my mouth. It gives me a feeling of power. I kiss my way further down, trail my tongue down every muscle of his six-pack before I lick his happy trail down to the top of his boxer shorts. I hook my finger under the waistband of his boxers and slowly pull them down.

  Well, hello there, someone’s happy to see me. He’s… big.

  I look up at Jonathan and see him smirk at my reaction. ‘Who’s laughing now, little one?’ his eyes seem to tell me.

  I slip my finger in the jar of strawberry jam once again and bring my finger seductively to my mouth, but instead of putting it in my mouth, I rub the jelly all over his dick.

  “Oh, looks like I spilled some. What can we do about that?”

  I play innocent and I’m enjoying every second of it. Never have I felt this brave. He puts his hand on my head and caresses my hair.

  “Well, if you made a mess, I guess you’d better clean it up.” His voice is hoarse with desire. “We wouldn’t want me to walk around dirty.”

  Jonathan’s gaze becomes almost liquid, and he keeps watching me as I lower my head closer to his dick. I lick his dick from root to tip and clean every piece of jam before I take him between my lips. I take him deeper into my mouth inch by inch. I’ve never been a big fan of oral sex before, but one look at Jonathan and I know he’s enjoying this, which makes me enjoy it too.

  “That mouth of yours is amazing, baby.”

  His hand grips my hair a bit harder, but instead of getting scared I feel even more aroused. I move my head up and down faster; I can feel him swelling in my mouth and realize it won’t take long before he comes.

  “I’m about to come, Camille. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you should…”

  Jonathan can’t even finish his comment. Before he’s even done talking, I move my free hand between his legs and cup his balls. That’s the final push he needs to tumble over the edge. His warm semen lands on my tongue, and I swallow all of it.

  “Jesus, that was…that was…amazing.”

  Jonathan bends forward and lifts me off the ground. Without hesitation he removes my shirt and lays me down on the chair.

  It feels like my entire body is on fire. The only thing I want is for him to take me right here, right now. As i
f Jonathan can read my mind, it’s exactly what he does. He rolls down a condom over his dick, then spreads my legs a little more and enters me. I can feel his dick gliding inside me inch by perfect inch. Once he’s fully inside me, we groan at the same time. His mouth finds mine, and we ravish each other. He starts to pump in and out of me at a rapid speed.

  I can feel an orgasm rising within me, and I already feel that it will be a very powerful climax. Jonathan keeps kissing me while he keeps pumping in and out of me. He keeps going faster and plunges deeper inside me. Just a few thrusts later my orgasm explodes from inside of me, crashing over me wave after wave. My toes curl in pleasure and I scream out his name: “Jonathaaaaaaan!”

  Jonathan doesn’t need more than that. A little quieter than me, but I can still hear him say my name when he comes. And the sound of my name on his lips will never sound better than when he whispers it in my ear.

  In the rush of our orgasm we lay still for a while, and I enjoy the weight of him on my body. He finally slides out me very carefully. I come down from the erotic rush when I hear Jonathan curse.

  “Fuck!”

  I move up in a sitting position and look at him quizzically. Did he hurt himself?

  “Are you okay?”

  He looks at me and scratches his hair. “I, eh...I guess in my enthusiasm I damaged the condom a bit.”

  Oh boy, oh shit, oh fuck.

  I can feel all the blood drawn from my face, and judging by the look on Jonathan’s face, he knows exactly what that means. Still, he asks the question that’s burning on his lips.

  “Any chance you’re on the pill?”

  I shake my head.