He just says whatever he feels like.
"To be honest, yes."
"Stand up."
"What?"
He swings my legs off of his lap.
"Stand up and stand directly in front of me."
I feel utterly ridiculous. I can't maintain eye contact with him. My hands are jittery. I don't think that I can do this. Not because I'm some sort of conservative prude that's waiting to hold onto my virginity for marriage, but because I don't know what the hell I'm doing. He's probably been fucking for half of his life and hasn't had a woman in years thanks to jail, and so now he wants to sleep with me of all people? That's way too much pressure. I'll never live up to his standards.
"That's good, baby. Now look at me."
I struggle to look at him, but when he spreads his legs and pulls me in closer to him by my waist, I feel a little more at ease. He doesn't say anything for a moment but just holds me. My breathing slows. I relax a bit more.
"Look at me," he demands. "I'm going to ask you this one last time. Are. You. Attracted. To. Me. Yes or no?"
"Yes," I exhale bravely.
"Does it feel good to you when I touch you? Yes or no?"
It takes me a moment but then I finally answer realizing what he needs from me. Why he's taking his time. He needs me to give him the words. To tell him that it's okay. So, I give him what we both need.
"Yes."
"Thank fuck. That's the right answer, baby."
He slowly slides my pants to the floor.
"Step out of them," he demands.
I'm nude from the waist down, and he's seated low on the sofa directly in line with my sex. I'm wearing a pair of butter yellow thongs which he aggressively tears apart with his bare hands. As the frilly fabric falls from my body I hear something tantamount to a growl come deep from within his chest.
He rubs and kneads my ass cheeks while kissing me gently on the navel, below my navel, and all over my thighs.
"I love this ass." He presses the words into my skin and my head falls to the side in bliss.
He uses his thumbs to gently pull apart the swollen folds of my labia and begins to lick. Soft laps at first. Then they grow hungrier. More desperate.
"I knew you'd taste this fucking sweet, Ariana."
I break out in a thin layer of sweat as the powerful sensations of his tongue massage me into a bliss that I've never known before. He palms the back of my ass with an even firmer grasp and pulls me in closer. Devouring me almost body and soul.
Then he starts to move his head in a back and forth motion, turning his tongue into a human vibrator, and I feel my knees about to give from under me. I fall forward, grabbing onto the sides of his head and hold on for dear life.
"Stone!" I cry out for him to stop or keep going. I'm not sure which.
"This is a good pussy," he damn near grunts with his mouth directly on my clit.
"I'm going to come."
My whole body is coiling and winding and building. I can feel energy coursing through my veins and pumping oxygen rich blood to my heart and my lungs.
"No, you're not," he tells me. "You're not going to come until I tell you to come."
Is he insane?
"But Stone–"
"Not until I give you permission. Now spread wider. You're closing up on me."
"I can't!" I exclaim breathlessly.
Bottle starts to scrape at the bottom of the door. Trying to get in. Great timing, girl. She thinks I'm in trouble.
Yeah, girl, I'm in big trouble.
I'm about to come and scream bloody murder in one damn minute, and then the whole block is going to think I'm in trouble.
* * *
Thirty
STONE
I pull my face completely away from Ariana's heavenly pussy, and trust me when I say it hurts me more than it does her, but this is how I like to play.
Her eyes are dazed for a moment.
Glassy.
Good.
I allow her a moment to come down. Away from the cliff. Her breathing slows a bit just when I think it's almost back to normal, I dive greedily back in. Pulling her forward and guiding her to a straddle position of my face on the couch. Now I can really lie back and get my shit off. This is the perfect position.
Her moans come faster and grow louder as I continue thoroughly eating her out.
"Is this my pussy now?" I demand to know.
She doesn't respond.
Well she kind of does with cries of satisfaction, but I need actual human words. Talking dirty is probably new to her, and I get that, but ignorance is not an excuse. So, I'll keep asking until I get the answers I require.
"Is this shit mine, Ariana. I'm going to need the words, baby."
I smack one of her ass cheeks with a full spread out palm.
"Yeeeess," she manages to yelp. Falling farther forward with her palms against the wall above my head.
I'm as hard as a titanium baseball bat, but I'm getting so much gratification out of giving Ariana pleasure that it doesn't matter. I'd walk around for a week with this boner if I can get her off. She makes me feel like a god.
"Can I come yet, Stone?"
Look at my baby. Already using her manners.
I can't deny her anything.
"Yes, baby. Come for me."
Then I take one hard pull on her clit and smack her other ass cheek and she blows for me.
"Stone!" she cries. I love hearing her come with my name on her lips.
She continues to shudder with numerous aftershocks as I lick all the cream from her pussy. Savoring every drop. I would probably start all over again if I wasn't so anxious to get inside of her.
"Every single moment of that was worth waiting five years for," I tell her.
She's still breathing heavily. Coming down off of her orgasmic high.
I lift her up in my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I take a seat on the bed and sit her on my lap. Staring her straight in the eyes. Not giving her even a second to shut down on me.
"You were amazing, baby. You look absolutely beautiful when you come. Did you know that?"
"No."
"Well you do and now I'm going to make you come again. This time with me inside of you. Do you want that?"
She shakes her head.
"The words, Ariana."
"I want you inside of me. I want you to be my first."
And her last if I have anything to say about it.
"Take off your top."
Still sitting on my lap, I hold onto her by her hips. Making sure she doesn't fall. Reinforcing the fact that I've got her. That she's safe. I love that she is the perfect size for me. I don't feel as if I'm going to break her. We both have something strong and solid to hold onto. Each other.
She's wearing a yellow bra that matches the thong I destroyed. It clasps in the front and when she releases it, her breasts spring forward as if they've been released from a terrible life of bondage.
I see various indents and lines in her soft skin from where the bra was holding her in, and I start tracing those lines with my tongue. Soothing the angry marks until she wraps her arms around my neck.
I look up into her eyes and know that I am forever marked. She is mine now. We are an us, and I'm going to have a shit load of work to do to protect it. But I'll worry about all of that later. For now, I need to claim what's mine.
I bend down and gently kiss her on the mouth. Sliding my tongue partly inside so that she is sure to get a bit of a taste of herself. Her tongue hesitantly but gradually begins to fall into a rhythm with mine until I finally pull away.
Licking my top lip after I'm done.
It was one hell of a kiss.
The type of kiss you feel deep inside of your balls.
The kind of kiss that has me wanting to spill my guts before I steal her virginity.
That maybe I should tell her that I'm in trouble. Confide in her the truth of what's going on. Ask her to help me get into that safe. Maybe I could trust h
er. Maybe she could trust me. Maybe then I could touch her without feeling like a complete hypocrite when I do.
Then again...maybe she'd get up, walk out this room, and never come back.
I'm such a selfish asshole.
I should stop.
"Make love to me, Stone."
Fuck me.
"I want it to be you."
I squeeze my eyes tightly and call on every bit of self-discipline I have. It doesn't work. I want her too much. I need her too much. I'll tell her the truth later. Make her understand later. Right now, I need to give her what we both need. It would be cruel to deny us that.
I start kissing her neck.
Then she pulls gently back and lifts up my shirt.
I turn us around and lay her on the bed. Staring at her like a hungry wolf while I push down and step out of my sweats and boxer briefs.
Her eyes reactively bulge when she first stares at my dick. Probably a little afraid of its size and girth. She actually should be. I'm a big boy, but I'm counting on the fact that she doesn't have much to compare it to. So, I'm not going to make a big deal out of it if she doesn't.
Ariana has exquisite breasts.
Full mounds with large caramel colored areolas and nipples.
She squirms as I wrap my hand around the left one and squeeze gently. Popping the nipple into my mouth as I pinch and pull the nipple of the right.
"Play with yourself," I order with a mouth full of nipple.
I continue my own play as I watch her as she explores herself. She slides her finger gingerly around her clit. Grinding her own hips upward to meet the movement of her finger. It's beautiful to watch and it makes my cock ache with more need than I've ever felt before.
"It's my turn," I say gruffly.
I knock her hand away and start playing with her pussy myself. Sliding one then two of my fingers inside. I pump them slowly in and out and watch as she continues to rock her pelvis up and down. Basically, fucking my fingers.
"That's good, baby. You're getting ready for me. That's all you're going to need to do when I get in side of you. Pump your pussy like you're doing right now."
She moves even faster.
Ariana definitely likes it when I talk to her.
"Can you even pump faster, baby? Show me."
She fucks my fingers even faster and I can feel her creaming all over them. I slide one more in. Getting her good and ready.
Her mouth starts to part and she's panting now. Pumping and panting. I need to slow her down if I want her to come with me inside of her.
"Please, Stone," she begs. And so there goes that plan. I've got to give her what she needs. I continue to pump and slide my thumb over her clit a couple of times.
"Stone...please," she begs again. Making me damn near want to cry myself.
I pull my fingers out and give her pussy a good whack with my hand.
And she explodes.
Her back and body arches in orgasmic bliss.
And like a good dog does to its master, I make sure to lick her completely clean.
* * *
<<<<>>>>
Thirty-One
TINY
I am literally seeing stars. Millions and millions of little floating stars are bouncing around the periphery of my vision. There's a medical terminology for what this actual phenomena is, which I learned in nursing school, but I forget what it is. For now, I'm going to call it what it is.
A great fucking orgasm.
I've come before. I've even had oral sex before, but I've never felt anything like this. Now I understand why some women lose their minds. This feeling, this euphoria, can probably become...addictive.
As my body floats down from this beautiful extraterrestrial place, I can see Stone out of the corner of my eye. He's standing by the bed, with a wide grin on his face, sliding a condom on the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life. Not that I have many to compare it to.
He climbs back on the bed and starts kissing my breasts. This is it. Some kind of way we're going to defy all the laws of science and he's going push that big engorged piece of muscle into my narrow vaginal cavity.
Relax, nut ball.
Women do this shit every day.
"Relax, baby. This is going to feel even better than what we just did."
Is that even possible?
When Stone hovers his big, beautiful body above me I drink him in. The detailed tattoo of an American eagle on his chest. The small heart and anchor on his neck. I wrap my arms around his body and run my hands up and down his back.
I hate to think it. It's such a frightening admission. But I want this man.
I want him like I've never wanted anything in my life.
And I'm about to have him.
"Get out of your head, Ariana, and focus on me. Keep your eyes on me."
I do as I'm told and stare into a pair of expressive gray eyes that are trying to tell me all of the things that the man who owns them cannot say himself.
He cares for me.
He wants to protect me.
He wants to ravage me.
He wants to own me.
He positions the tip of his penis directly at the entrance of my sex and starts to push and pull. Creating a gentle rhythm with his hips.
"Remember what you did when my fingers were inside of you, baby. Do the same thing."
Push and pull.
Lift and lower.
Pump in and out.
We continue this delicate dance of give and take as he continues to slide farther and farther inside of me until we reach an impasse.
He wraps one of his massive hands around the base of my neck and stares hungrily into my eyes.
"Your ass, this pussy, all of you belongs to me now."
"I know."
"And this dick moving inside of you, belongs to you."
And before I can respond he pushes past the thin barrier and farther inside of me. I claw his back as he continues and in a matter of moments I understand what I'm supposed to do. My hips rise and fall to meet his continued thrusts, and we build a sweet momentum that evolves into a frenzied passion and finally into an agonizing free fall.
I come yet again.
With Stone inside of me.
Howling an indescribable goodbye prayer to the virgin goddesses.
And slightly embarrassed that I might just have blown out Stone's eardrums.
* * *
Thirty-Two
TINY
JUNE
I am in the middle of a sexual revolution. I mean I am really feeling myself. Stone and I are fucking like bunnies, and I think the excitement around it is even heightened because he's reluctantly agreed to keep it a secret from my father for now.
We have had sex in his room seven times. Eight if you count the time he just ate me out.
My room twice.
The shower three times. Which was awwwwwesome.
He's visited me at the hospital, and we actually did it in a vacant hospital room. Okay, that was crazy. I won't be doing that again.
We would have done it at the bike shop but Savannah is always hovering around a.k.a cock blocking. So, I just bring him dinner there sometimes or lunch if I'm off work.
It's been wonderful. I don't know what took me so long to finally do this. Or maybe it's just that I had to wait for the right person.
"Hey, baby."
"Shh," I say quietly. "Or Savannah might here you."
"Who gives a shit."
"My father will."
"Have you ever considered the possibility that your father would be happy for us."
"Umm, no."
"And why is that."
"He doesn't think anyone is good enough for me. It's probably part of why it took me so long to give up the goods."
"Then I appreciate him even more."
I smack him on his arm.
"Shut up."
"Your parents seemed like they were really in love. I would think that he'd want that for you."
"Ar
e you saying that you love me?" I ask in jest.
"I don't know, Ariana. Are we in love?" he asks with one of his poker straight faces.
I'm not sure if he's playing or serious, and I'm not going to even touch that loaded question with a ten foot pole. I just start laying out the dinner that I've brought him. Rosemary chicken and garlic mashed potatoes. One of his favorite meals.
"My parents were madly in love. Why do you think he can't let go of her? I'm not sure I even want to be in that type of love. I think it pains him every day to live in this world without her."
"He's dating though."
"Barely. Savannah's mother is not my mother."
"Tell me about your mother," he says as he sits down at the table that's always been too small for him to sit at.
"Well, she was a beauty. A great cook. She was actually a caterer. She always had dreams of working in the medical profession though. I think if she had been born later or to more affluent parents she would have been a doctor."
"How did she die?"
"She was in a freak accident. Her car was paralleled parked on a busy road, and she was sideswiped by a tractor trailer when she was getting inside."
"I'm sorry, babe. That's terrible."
"I was young. There was a closed casket and then she was cremated. I didn't get to see her. It was just bad."
"Where was she from?"
"Around the Drexel University area before gentrification. Working class folks who did their best but couldn't afford to send her to college. As legend tells it she was a real beauty in her neighborhood. All the guys pursued her. In fact, I think my father stole her from her longtime boyfriend."
"Yeah? Like I stole you from Bill and Jake and–"
"Quiet." I roll my eyes. "You're so bad."
"I want to be even naughtier if you give me the thumbs-up. I'll slide all of this shit off the table and give it to you right and proper. I'll lean you over the table, while you hold onto the edge, and I'll fuck you from the back. You'll love that, baby."
That sounds sooo good, but I can't risk it. Not here. Maybe I'll remind him when we're home.
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