by Amy Brent
I felt the smile returning to my face. “And this is exactly why I wanted you to be my first, Julian. I knew you'd treat me right. I knew you'd know how to be a gentleman.”
“Of course,” he said, kissing me softly. “Of course, sweetie. But I really want it to be perfect for you, so let's not rush things, okay?”
I bit my lip, afraid that this was his way of getting out of it. That by “not rushing things,” he was saying that we'd work on this over time – meaning, not today. Though, I had to admit that this was perfect. That as of right now, this was living up to the hype I'd built up in my head and blowing away all of my expectations. It was perfect, I thought to myself.
“This is exactly the way I want it to be, Julian,” I said, stroking his cheek. Unlike before, he didn't pull away from my touch. Instead, this time, he actually leaned into my hand and closed his eyes, a relaxed look on his face. “This is already perfect. There's no way it can't be perfect as long as you're the one inside of me.”
When he opened his eyes, he looked down at me and sighed. It was a sound that was pleased. Relieved. It wasn't a sight of frustration, but one of absolute happiness and contentment. As if this was exactly what he was waiting for too.
I started by kissing his lips, then moved to his neck – dotting it with small, soft kisses. He moaned softly as I started to lick and suck on his neck. As I kissed him, I let out little whimpers of anticipation as he continued grinding that beautiful cock into me. My legs were wrapped around his body and I pulled him down onto me.
“This is perfect,” I whispered into his ear, nipping at the lobe. “This is exactly what I've been waiting for Julian, so give it to me – please? Give it to me?”
He was fighting once more, but his resolve was weakened quickly. Far faster than it had before. In a moment of weakness, I pushed him off me and flipped us around so I was the one on top of him – mostly so he couldn't change his mind. I was the one in control and I straddled his body, pressing myself down onto him. Now that he was on bottom, looking up at me, he looked even more afraid than before.
But I wasn't going to let him change his mind. Have second thoughts. Whatever. I was going to make sure he couldn't get away from me so easily. As I continued to kiss him, undressing him some more, his body finally started to loosen up. He let his hands wander across my body a bit more, cupping my breasts as I sat up and removed my bra. He licked his lips as I let my bra fall to the bed and exposed my plump breasts to him.
His eyes went wide as he stared at them, obviously liking what he saw.
“See? I told you I was a grown woman, Julian,” I said, grinding my hips down onto him.
Biting my bottom lip, I reached down and with a coy smile, started unbuckling his pants. He didn't stop me, he just continued to stare at me with a look of absolute desire on his face. He put his hands on my hips and held me down a bit as I started to thrust his hips upward, grinding that hard dick into me – drawing a groan of pleasure from me.
Slipping my hands down his slacks, I took hold of that thick, hard cock and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. He moaned in pleasure as I squeezed his dick tight, stroking it up and down a little bit. He was nice and thick, and large – just as I knew he would be. Larger than any toy I'd ever used on myself, that was for sure. I couldn't even wrap my hand around it completely, but I did my best, stroking him as he let out a low groan.
“See? That feels good, doesn't it, Julian? Nothing wrong about that. In fact, there's nothing but good about that.”
I was enjoying the look on his face as I stroked his cock. It was an expression of pure rapture. Bliss. As I kept softly jerking his cock, I was growing wetter by the second – my panties were going to be soaked by the time we removed them. It would help him slide inside of me though. Hopefully, at least. Might as well get as lubed up as possible, to help ease the transition. I'd done my best to prepare myself for this day, but there was nothing that could prepare me for him.
“Yes. Oh yes,” he muttered between clenched teeth.
His head was back on the bed, his eyes were struggling to stay open as he watched me stroking his cock. I took his dick and placed it between my legs, my skirt up around my hips and only a thong separating us now, and I rubbed him against me. Feeling his hard cock against my most intimate parts caused me to spasm, feeling so close to orgasm before we even got started. That's how badly I wanted him inside of me. But I wanted to hold off. I didn't want to come until I had that amazing dick deep in me.
I rocked my hips up and down as I stroked him against my body, and then with the tip of his cock, I pushed the panties aside and we touched. It was something I'd wanted and had dreamed of for so long, that the sudden fulfillment of that fantasy was almost too much. Just feeling the tip of his prick against my tight, wet little hole brought me to the edge of orgasm.
His cock against my clit. It was an amazing sensation for our most intimate parts to be together, so close, and yet so far away. I continued to rub against him, feeling like my entire body might explode with pleasure before I even slipped him into my pussy and rode that delicious cock.
Moving his dick lower, I placed the tip directly against my opening as I watched him. His eyes were wide and filled with need as I rubbed him against my opening, the tip of his cock getting slick and wet with my juices.
“We'll have to go slow,” I said, nearly breathless. “To let me get used to you, of course. I need a moment to adjust to your size.”
“Of course,” he said. “Go as slow as you need to.”
This was it. We were doing it. My stomach was doing flip-flops, my heart was racing, and my pussy felt like it was engulfed in flames.
I lifted my body and placed the tip of him against my opening, using my hand to help me find exactly the right spot. I couldn't take my eyes off Julian, I needed to look in his eyes as he entered me for the first time. Wanted to see his reaction to his dick slipping inside of me. I wanted to see his face, if for no other reason, than to remind me that this was really happening – that this wasn't another toy and another fantasy. This was for real. That it was his cock inside of me – not a dildo.
Gently, I lowered myself down, taking just the tip between the lips of my pussy, but even that was exquisite. There was a little pain, but nothing too bad yet. Nothing I couldn't handle, and nothing too bad at all. But then, we weren't very deep yet. I knew that I had to expect some pain – maybe even a little blood too – though I'd done my best to prepare myself for this moment with my toys, so I hoped it wouldn't be too bad.
I slid down on his shaft just a little lower, this time gasping as I stretched open further than I'd been stretched before. The feeling was surreal – a mix of pleasure and pain. Julian's hands were on my hips and he kneaded my skin gently, lovingly, as I continued slowly lowering myself onto him, taking him deeper and deeper inside of me.
“You can stop at any time,” he said.
“I don't want to stop,” I gasped, taking even more of him into me.
My eyes shot open wide and I yipped when I moved a little too deep too soon. This was slightly uncomfortable, but not terrible. The fullness was unlike anything I'd imagined, and it was amazing. I needed more, and I needed it fast, but I knew to keep moving slowly.
Julian's jaw was clenched tight, and I knew he was struggling. He thrust upward slightly, plunging himself almost completely inside of me, and I cried out.
“I'm sorry – I didn't mean to – ”
“I know, baby,” I said softly, easing down even further. “It's okay. I'm fine.”
This was it. I was about to take his entire cock inside of me. I closed the distance, felt him buried deep inside of me, and it took me a second to get used to the sensation. I just sat there, a moment, rejoicing in the feeling of having him inside of me. The pain was there, just a bit, but the pleasure was overpowering. Intense. Even better than I'd imagined and fantasized that it would be.
I stared down at Julian, and he placed his hands on my hips, holding me ther
e, savoring my tight pussy around his cock. He twitched and I felt him move inside of me. It was such a strange sensation, but one I enjoyed immensely.
I slowly started rocking my hips, moving gently back and forth on top of him. His hands worked over my body, cupping my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing my nipples. Feeling him filling me up and moving inside of me sent electrical signals throughout my entire body that caused me to speed up. Soon, Julian's body was moving with mine, in our own little rhythm, as I leaned forward to kiss him.
But he beat me to it, grabbing my head and pulling me down toward him, kissing me long and hard as he moved his body underneath me, fucking me gently – just as he promised he would.
I was still getting used to everything, my movements weren't perfect, but Julian didn't seem to mind. He was kind and patient with me. Everything was at my pace, and while going slow was nice, I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel him pounding his hard cock deep into me. I wanted to wanted to hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he fucked me.
“Please, take over,” I said.
Julian knew what I'd meant right away. He held onto my hips as he moved, rolling over and changing positions so he was on top of me – all while never taking his cock out of me. Now that he was on top, staring down into my eyes, I knew that the real fun could begin.
Julian moved slow, at first, but I begged him, “Faster, please – please, fuck me, Julian. Fuck me hard. Fast. Deep. Just fucking pound me, baby.”
He was concerned, watching my face carefully as he sped up. His brow was furrowed, but on his face as an expression of pure bliss as he thrust inside of me. He slammed his cock as deep as he could go inside into my pussy, drawing a gasp out of me.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said. “Not at all. It's good, baby. Don't stop. Keep going.”
That was a lie, it actually had hurt a bit. But I wasn't going to say anything that might make him stop since it had mostly felt so good. It felt so fucking amazing to have him deep inside of me, at last.
“Keep going!” I begged, writhing underneath his lean, strong body. “Don't stop! Keep fucking me.”
Taking my hands in his and holding them against the bed, he started to really fuck me – just like I'd always wanted him to. He thrust his hard dick into me again and again, pounding me so hard, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. He took me to new heights, giving me more pleasure than I'd ever experienced before. Far more than I'd actually anticipated all those nights I fucked myself with a vibrator, pretending it was him.
“You're just so tight,” he grunted. “So fucking tight – I've never felt a pussy like yours before, Sabrina. – I don't know if I can last very much longer.”
I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him tightly against me, wanting him to lose control, wanting him to fill me with his cum. I wanted so badly to feel his hot seed spurting deep inside of me.
“Cum, baby,” I said. “Please, cum inside of me. Shoot that hot fucking load deep in me, Julian.”
“But – ”
“I'm on the pill, I'm not stupid. I want you to fill me up with your hot, sticky cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me, baby.”
I ran a hand through that sandy blonde hair of his, marveling at the beauty of the man. Marveling at the feel of his cock inside of me.
Still, Julian slowed down, which made me pout a little bit. He didn't want to end things so fast – and for that, I was a tiny bit grateful. Okay, more than a tiny bit. Extending the length and intensity of the pleasure wasn't a bad thing.
But then, my entire body started spasming, my pussy clenching around his cock, causing him to shudder against me as he kept fucking me. Sweat rolled down his face and poured down upon me. It dripped from his forehead and splashed down on me, as he tried everything in his power to keep from exploding inside of me too soon. Or at least, sooner than he wanted to. Seeing him so close to the edge, and imagining our orgasms combining together was all it took to send me over the edge.
My body bucked up toward his as I screamed out, dragging my nails down his back as I came. I moaned and groaned, calling out his name as I shuddered with my orgasm. And Julian watched me as I climaxed, a look of desire in his eyes and a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He was enjoying having his hard prick inside of me as I came hard all over it.
“Julian – Oh God, Julian,” I cried out, barely able to form a coherent sentence, much less do anything besides moan.
No amount of masturbating could have prepared me for this. This was a whole new level of pleasure – far beyond anything I'd experienced before. And I loved every goddamned second of it. I wanted more.
That's when Julian's breath grew ragged, his thrusts became more determined, and I could tell he was close to coming. My spasming pussy was literally milking the cum from him. His eyes grew wide and he grunted as he buried himself deep – so deep it hurt – and let out an animalistic groan that sent shivers through my entire body.
His warmth filled me up and caused me to climax again, and this time, we came together, holding onto each other and groaning, barely able to breathe. It was hard to tell where his body began and mine ended as we both were washed away on an intense sea of pleasure brought on by our simultaneous climaxes. Once the pleasure died down, we stayed like that – united as one – for a few seconds while we both regained control of our bodies, breath, and hearts.
Julian's cock slipped out of me and I felt some of that hot, sticky cum leaking out of me as well. He turned over onto his back and stared up that the ceiling. He'd fallen down beside me as he fought to catch his breath. I was shaking, and was on the verge of tears. And once he saw the look on my face, he pulled me close.
“Oh God, Sabrina – I'm so sorry.”
“Sorry?” I asked. “Why are you sorry?”
“I should have tried harder to stop all of this. Look at you – ”
“I'm not crying because I regret it, silly,” I said, looking into his baby blue eyes. “I'm crying because I'm happy. So very happy.”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. I felt warm. Content. Happy. I got the feeling that this might not be the last we saw of Rory? We were silent for a while after that, mainly because it was hard to find the words to talk about what happened between us. I was afraid to ask what this meant for us – if there was an us. And I think Julian was just trying to figure out how he felt about it all. I wasn't sure if this was going to be a one-time thing, or if it was maybe something Julian and I could do again. Maybe regularly.
Only time would tell what became of us, however. And I was going to have to wait and see the long term fallout of this – of whether or not Julian would be okay with what happened.
God knew I wanted this to go somewhere. I wanted to be with him. But I couldn't force it. I got my dream – or at least my fantasy – fulfilled at long last. Now to see what happened once I woke up – well, we'd just have to see about that one.
Chapter Seven
JULIAN
Dinner that night was awkward, to say the least. Dave and Miranda were so caught up in making their plans to redecorate that they barely even acknowledged Sabrina and I at the table. Thankfully so, in all honesty. I still had trouble making eye contact with either of them. I'd slept with their daughter just hours before, and there we were, eating lasagna like nothing had ever happened.
If Sabrina felt weird about it all, it didn't show. She was very good at hiding it. Every time I looked over at her, she flashed me a mischievous little grin that promised more of the same of what she'd had earlier today, later on. Sometimes she moved her foot and used it to rub my leg with her foot. Or the other, marginally less subtle thing, was when she accidentally touched me as she passed the plates around the table. She was playing with me still, all while her parents were at the table with us.
Which was why it was a good thing they were so caught up in t
heir interior designing.
And even though I felt bad about lying to my friends, I couldn't help but look at their daughter in a new light. Every time she smiled at me, I pictured those lips wrapped around my cock. When she touched me, I remembered the way her hands raked down my back, scratching me raw as she came. Remembered the feel of the soft skin of her hands as she gripped my cock, stroked it. When she got up to get something to drink, she swished her hips and I stared, a little too obviously, at her ass, remembering the way she felt beneath me. Remembering how those legs felt wrapped around my waist as I pounded my cock into her.
“What do you think, Julian? Think it looks good?” Miranda asked.
I nearly spit my wine out on the table, fearful that I'd been caught staring at her daughter's ass. Sabrina turned toward me in that moment and caught me, smiling. Miranda, on the other hand, was focused on the paint swatches she held in front of me.
“I think it looks very good,” I said, unsure of what I was actually commenting on. The only thing I was sure of in that moment, was that it wasn't their daughter's ass – which yes, did indeed look very good. Felt good in my hands too.
“See? He agrees with me,” Miranda said.
Dave shot me a look of death, his expression promising retribution later. I honestly had no idea what I'd just agreed to, so I shrugged, trying to play it off. Hopefully whatever it was, it wasn't too bad and he'd get over it fairly quickly.
“He's just saying that to get you to shut up, Miranda. Julian hates yellow.”
For the first time since she started talking, I looked down at the swatches. Yes, they were yellow. Incredibly yellow. Obnoxiously yellow. Dave was right, I hated yellow. And the swatches she was showing me only validated my choice to despise the color.
“You want to paint your dining room that color?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“That's what we were talking about, yes! Seriously, were you not listening to a word I said?” Miranda flicked her dark hair over her shoulder, giving me a look that rivaled her husband's. This was exactly why I didn't bother to get into such talks with them. You could never win.
