Unprotected 5

by Freya Kane

  “I like watching you touch yourself. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the way you look when you come. You’re so free.”

  I lifted my head and kissed Duncan, and even though we were coming down from the orgasmic fireworks, it felt like the 4th of July. I leaned closer to Duncan but then winced at the feeling of our sticky juices cooling on our bodies.

  “I think we should get these clothes off,” I said, standing up on shaky legs.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Duncan said, the wolfish grin on his lips still looking sexy, even with the huge wet spot on the front of his pants.

  Duncan scooped me up in his arms and carried me upstairs, laying me gently down in the middle of the huge king-sized bed and tugging my shorts down. He paused for a moment to kick off his own pants before settling in between my legs.

  “When you said you had never done anything more than last night it made me realize something,” Duncan said, breathing the words against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “It made me realize that no one has ever eaten your pussy before.”

  "No-no one has," I stammered. Almost on their own volition, my legs fell apart in a V, a straight bull's eye to where I wanted Duncan to go. “I thought about it though. I thought about your mouth and your tongue touching me.”

  My voice broke off in a little squeak as Duncan dragged his tongue upward, pausing every few inches to nip at a particularly sensitive spot.

  “I thought about it too,” Duncan added, breathing the words against my skin. “I thought about seeing you naked in my bed just like this. Your legs open and your dew glistening on your pussy.” His tongue traced the crease of my inner thigh, so close but still too far from my outer lips. “I’d think about being right here, with my head between your thighs.” Duncan’s hovered over my pussy, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my wet skin.

  “Please Duncan!” I begged. He hadn’t even touched me yet, but I already felt like my entire body was one raw nerve. “I need you.”

  Duncan groaned. “I spent so much time dreaming about this, but none of it was even close to the reality.” And then he lowered his mouth to my pussy.

  I yelped in pleasure, my hips bucking upward as my body instinctively tried to get as much friction as I could. Duncan had captured my pussy lips in an opened mouth kiss, his tongue sweeping across them first before dipping inside to taste me.

  It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. His tongue darted in and out of me, learning every spot that made me moan and squeal, pausing longer on the spots that made me grip the bed sheets and shiver.

  “Watch me, Marion.” My eyes had slipped shut as I rode out the incredible pleasure, but I peeled them open and stared down at Duncan. He had lifted his head just for a moment, and his lips were shiny with my wetness.

  “Duncan,” I moaned, wondering how I looked to him right now.

  His eyes looked almost black, his pupils dilated. “The way you look right now,” he said, answering my unspoken question. “Marion, if you could see yourself how I see you now. . .”

  Duncan trailed off and brought his hand between my legs, two of his thick fingers pressing against my opening. Duncan’s gaze held mine as those two fingers slowly penetrated me. My mouth fell open, panting with desire, as I felt my channel stretch around his fingers.

  "You're so tight," Duncan murmured, almost to himself. About halfway inside, Duncan stopped as he hit my barrier. Gently he pulled back his fingers before pushing them in again, fucking me with them shallowly.

  The slight burn quickly gave way to a delicious stretch. Duncan still watched me, his eyes watching for any pain or sign that I wanted to stop. Instead, he saw only my hunger for more. Smiling, Duncan lowered his head back down and ran his tongue over the swollen pink button of my clit.

  “Duncan!” I yelled, my voice cracking as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy tightened around his fingers as the waves rolled over me, and Duncan never paused in his attention to my clit, drawing out the pleasure as long as he could until it was too much for me and I pushed his head away.

  Then he kissed his way up my body, pausing at my breasts where my nipples stood up like little bullets. His talented tongue sucked at each nipple for a moment before he found his way to my mouth and kissed me, the taste of my own juices coating his tongue where it played with mine.

  I could feel the hard line of Duncan's cock pressing against my pussy, and I opened my legs wider, preparing myself for what was coming but Duncan shook his head. "Not right this minute. We have all the time in the world to savor this, and you're so sensitive right now it might be too much. Let's give you a few hours before we start the next round."

  I nodded in agreement. After the two incredible orgasms, anything else felt like it would have been too much for my over-sensitized clit. But Duncan was still rock hard against me. “What about you?” I asked.

  “I can take care of that,” Duncan said, lifting himself up so that he was kneeling above me between my splayed legs. “I’ve honestly been thinking about this for so long that the idea of being able to jerk off while staring at you naked is amazing. Talk to me.”

  “Duncan,” I breathed, running my hands over my breasts. “Duncan, I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” As I watched, Duncan brought his hand between my legs to where my pussy was still soaked. He gently ran his hand across my mound, coating his fingers with my wetness and then wrapped his slick fingers around his erection.

  I could hear the catch in his breath as he started jacking his cock, his eyes flitting from my face to my breasts to the wet pink apex of my spread legs. I kept talking, barely noticing what I was saying. "I always think about what it's going to feel like when you first slide inside me. I know it'll hurt a little, but just thinking about you fucking me makes me so wet, I know you’ll slide right in.”

  Duncan’s hand picked up speed, twisting over the head on the upstroke. “My pussy felt good around your fingers, didn’t it?” I asked, coyly.

  “So good,” Duncan replied, his voice tight as he fought to prolong his pleasure.

  “We’re not going to use any condoms, Duncan,” I said, finally voicing the even more secret desire I’d been feeling for so long. I didn’t just want to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him without protection. I wanted his come to pour into me and make me pregnant.

  “We’re not going to use condoms, and I want you to come inside my pussy until it overflows.”

  “Fuck, Marion I’m going to come,” Duncan growled. “Where do you want it?”

  “Here,” I said, bringing both hands between my legs and spreading apart my pussy lips. “Right here.”

  Duncan hesitated for a second, watching my face to make sure I was serious, but a moment later his body made the decision for him. The first jet of his come landed just below my clit, and Duncan kept stroking his cock, painting the pink slit of my unprotected pussy with the pearly white streaks of his come.

  When he finished, Duncan brought his sticky fingers between my legs, spreading his come around and pushing it towards my opening and inside. “This very well might have gotten you pregnant,” he said softly, his touch gentle and almost reverent. “But you won’t be a virgin anymore by tomorrow so we’ll never know.”

  “Soon Duncan,” I said, savoring in the sticky, delicious feeling between my legs. “I can’t wait!”

  ***

  It was finally happening.

  After so many years of being a “good girl,” hiding my desires behind a book and throwing myself into classes to forget what really wanted, I was moments away from getting what I wanted.

  Duncan was true to his word. After our last encounter left me sticky and satisfied, he disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. Drowsy from the pleasure he’d given me, I dozed off only to be awoken a few minutes later by Duncan kissing me.

  “I ran you a bath,” Duncan said sweetly. He lifted me up in his arms, carrying me like a bride into the bathroom. I’d always been a bit jealous of the incredible master bath
room. A huge round bathtub dominated the room, mounds of bubbles filled the tub with the sweet scent of roses and vanilla. Duncan looked almost shy as he lowered me gently into the tub. The warm water felt amazing on my skin and the silky bubbles smelled so good.

  “Join me?” I asked. “The tub’s more than big enough for two.”

  Duncan grinned and quickly shed the sweatpants he’d slipped on earlier, climbing into the warm water opposite me.

  A groan escaped his lips as the warm water soothed his tired muscles. “I never really understood why you loved bubble baths so much, but I think I could get used to this.”

  The image of coming home to find Duncan relaxing in the tub surrounded by bubbles and maybe a few scented candles had me giggling, but why shouldn’t a man enjoy a bubble bath. They were awesome!

  “I’d sneak in here and takes baths as often as I could get away with it,” I said, bringing my feet over to rest on Duncan’s lap. I wiggled my toes a bit until he grabbed one of my feet and started massaging it, drawing a low moan out of me.

  “I know,” Duncan whispered, his eyes raking across my body as he spoke, lingering on where the bubbles half hid the globes of my breasts. “I came home early one day a few months ago and you had left the door open a crack.” Duncan dropped my foot and switched to the other one, resuming the gentle kneading before continuing. “I didn’t mean to look, but when I saw you. . . I couldn’t help myself.”

  I shivered, loving the idea of Duncan watching me when I had no idea. “What was I doing?” I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.

  “Touching yourself. There weren’t any bubbles that time so I could see every inch of you stretched out in this tub. One of your legs was slung over the side and you had one hand between your legs and the other playing with your nipple.”

  Duncan’s hand had stilled on my foot, and I brushed the side of my foot against his cock. After coming twice in the last few hours, he wasn’t hard yet, but I felt his cock twitch so I knew it would be rising to the occasion soon enough. And I could already feel my pussy starting to pulse with desire at the image I was building in my head.

  “What was my hand doing between my legs, Duncan?” I emphasized the last word, loving how his cock jumped.

  All shyness or hesitation between us forgotten, Duncan watched me with hooded eyes as he spoke. "At first, you were rubbing little circles around your clit. You seemed desperate for any touches there, but at the same time, it looked like you were trying so hard to not let yourself come too quickly. Your nipples were so hard, and your hips were rocking against your hand." I shifted, feeling the familiar ache starting to build in my core, but I kept my hands to myself as I let Duncan's voice draw me deeper into the memory.

  “You seemed like you were right on the edge when you backed off. Your fingers trailed down lower and I watched you push two of them inside your pussy. You stopped right when they breached you and I heard you whispering to yourself.” Duncan’s voice broke off for a moment, and I knew he was as lost in the pleasurable memory as I was.

  “Do you remember what you were saying?”

  I did. I remembered every word. I sat up a bit, the bubbles and warm water dripping from my breasts. "‘You feel so good, Duncan. I love feeling your fingers inside of me. I want your cock next. Please Duncan!’” I quoted.

  “When you said Duncan, I thought you had seen me, but your eyes never opened. You kept fucking yourself on your fingers, and when I realized you were fantasizing that it was my fingers inside your pussy I got hard so fast I felt lightheaded.” Duncan’s voice had changed, growing rougher as he fought to ignore his own arousal as he spoke.

  The warmth of the water felt even hotter as our desire grew, but I didn’t want to break the spell yet. “You were moaning louder then, almost chanting Duncan Duncan FUCK ME Duncan as you fingered yourself. You brought your other hand between your legs and you found your clit, pressing down right onto that little button and you came right then, bucking your hips up and crying my name.”

  By now my pussy was throbbing, and even though the bubbles hid his lap I knew Duncan had to be fully hard again. “What did you do?” I asked, my voice sounding strangled as I tried to keep it even.

  “I went back downstairs and outside as quietly as I could. I sat in my car and spent too many minutes trying to will away my hard-on but all I could picture was you coming with my name on your lips. So I unzipped my pants and jerked off sitting in the driveway. I was so turned on after watching you it barely took a handful of strokes before I was spurting all over the steering wheel.”

  Duncan went silent for a long time. The water was starting to cool, but the heat inside me had grown so much that I barely noticed. When he spoke again he added, “That’s why I didn’t stop you last night. When you dropped to your knees and took out my cock, it was like my fantasy had come to life and no matter how wrong it might be, I couldn’t even think of stopping you.”

  I stood up, pausing to give Duncan an eyeful as the bubbles and water dripped from my tight young body. Between my legs, the wetness my pussy glistened with had nothing to do with water. Grabbing a towel from the rack, I dried myself off slowly, not bothering to hide the shiver as the soft fabric brushed my tight nipples.

  Following my example, Duncan got out as well. He was rock hard again, his fully erect cock standing up proudly against his stomach. Between my legs, my pussy tightened in anticipation of being speared by that massive organ.

  “I’m ready. I’ve waited long enough.” Duncan took a step closer, and I knew just what words would make him lose control totally.

  “Fuck me, Duncan.”

  Once again, I found myself scooped up and carried into the bedroom, only this time I knew I wouldn’t be walking out a virgin. Duncan laid me down softly on the bed before settling on top of me. His hand dipped between my legs, spreading apart my lips to make sure that the water hadn’t washed away all my own wetness.

  There was nothing he had to worry about on that front. My pussy was sopping wet and begging for him, so Duncan took his cock in his hand and guided it to my opening.

  The blunt head pressed against my slit for a moment, smearing my wetness around my lips before easing slowly inside. I felt impossibly stretched, my body parting as Duncan filled me. When he hit my barrier he paused, giving me time to adjust to his size and the unfamiliar feeling of having a cock inside me.

  When the momentary pain of being stretched so much was forgotten and I was writhing beneath him, clenching his length with my pussy and begging him to just move, Duncan surged forward, filling me the rest of the way. There was a sharp pain as he tore through my barrier, but I forgot about it in seconds as I felt Duncan’s balls brush the curve of my ass and I realized he was fully buried inside me.

  “You’re so tight, Marion,” Duncan groaned. “Just give me a second or this is going to be over way too quickly.”

  “We have all the time in the world, Duncan,” I murmured, curling my arm around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss. Duncan’s lips pressed against my own, his tongue plundering my mouth while his hips started a slow rocking rhythm, drawing his cock nearly all the way out of my pussy before pressing back inside in a slow, languid thrust.

  I broke my lips away from his and gasped, the sensations threatening to overwhelm me completely. I could already feel the pleasure rising in me, faster than it ever had when I’d touched myself, even faster than when Duncan’s tongue had tasted every part of me. My fingers dug into Duncan’s shoulder deep enough that I knew he’d be wearing marks tomorrow, but I couldn’t have let go if I wanted to.

  “Duncan!” I moaned, drawing the word out like a prayer. “Duncan, this feels- it almost feels too good- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“ I broke off in a loud cry as my orgasm crested over me, my pussy tightening around Duncan’s cock until he groaned out a curse as his control broke. A moment later I felt a flood of warmth inside me as Duncan filled my bare pussy with his come.

  The room was silent except for our shared bre
ath as we slowly came down from the pleasure. Duncan shifted a bit so that his weight was off me, but he made no move to withdraw his cock from my body. I could feel him slowly starting to soften inside me, but I didn’t want to move either. I wanted us to stay this way for as long as we could, sticky and sweaty and still joined in the most intimate of ways.

  ***

  Our secret didn’t stay a secret for long.

  A few days later, Lucy caught the two of us on the couch. We should have been a lot more discreet, but neither of us really expected her to be angry so we didn’t bother trying to hide much. We were at least fully clothed, but Duncan’s jeans were tented out with a pretty obvious erection, and his hand was underneath my skirt and I was pretty obviously enjoying what he was doing under there.

  "Sorry girl!" she yelled, turning on her heel and exiting the room, leaving us to our devices. A better person would have stopped and run out after her, but instead, I pulled Duncan down on top of me, yanking my panties down and unzipping his jeans to finish what we started.