by Evie Nichole
She watched his face as he drank her in, his lips parted, his breathing heavy enough to make his chest heave. The small sense of awkwardness she’d felt disappeared. She felt his desire wash over her, matching her own desire for him. She felt confidence swell inside her even more than had been there minutes—before she led them into her bedroom. She took a deep breath, aware of the movement of her breasts, noting that his eyes landed on them. She slid her arms behind her, smoothly unclasping her bra and letting it fall away. She smiled when he swallowed audibly and licked his lips again.
Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, “Your turn.”
There was almost no hesitation, as he reached to the hem of his light blue t-shirt and lifted it over his head. It was her turn to lick her lips as she took him in, finally, the totality of his chest, the full pecs, the well-defined biceps, the slightly tapering stomach and waist, the subtle but distinct six-pack, the tempting valleys made by his hip bones leading into his jeans. She saw a light tuft of hair trailing below his belly button, also leading into his pants. She wanted to follow those trails so much that her mouth began to water. As if on command, he undid his own pants and slid them down quite quickly. He stood back up, kicking his shoes and pants off swiftly, and she stared at the center of his tight boxers. The bulge seemed to be growing as she watched it.
He cleared his throat quietly, and she looked back into his face. His smile was small and sheepish, but his eyes were electric.
“Come here,” she said, and he crossed to her immediately, grabbing her waist with his strong, soft hands, and crashing his mouth onto hers. Their kisses were fast and deep, their tongues finding each other much more quickly this time. She slid her fingers along his forearms, feeling the strength in the muscles just beneath the feathery skin and up to his slightly bulging biceps; the pulse that had started as he watched her undressed was intensifying every moment. One of her hands found the back of his head and she felt her nerves tingle down her arm as she ran her fingers through it. Her other hand slid up, across his shoulder and to his chest, lightly grazing the flesh there; he gasped as he kissed her and she smiled in return, never breaking stride in their kissing.
His hands had stayed on her hips, gripping them with the gentle-firmness she remembered from their first physical encounter. He used his grip to pull her pelvis toward his in a rocking motion. As they moved together, she felt the hardness in his underwear grazing the growing hardness in hers. Her head was floating again, delightfully light, but she was aware that her knees were starting to become weak. She then became aware that he seemed to be shaking. She pulled away, and they both breathed heavily, staring at each other, barely an inch apart.
“You okay,” he asked, immediately concerned.
“Yes, Jason. Relax.” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
“I don’t want to do anything you—”
“I know,” she said, sliding her hand up to cup his cheek. “Can we—?” She tossed her head to the side, indicating the bed. He kept his eyes on her and simply nodded. The next moment he released her hips, and she felt the absence of his hands fully. She placed her hands on his waist, pulling him with her, pleased when he cupped the back of her head and started kissing her again. He wrapped his other arm around to the small of her back, cradling her as they eased onto the bed together. Still kissing, they scooted back to the head of the bed, him supporting his weight on his forearms but allowing his pelvis to rest lightly on hers. Both her hands were in his hair, gripping and combing through it as their mouths worked together, exploring new rhythms.
After a moment, he moved his down the side of her cheek, taking her earlobe lightly between his teeth and then moving on to her neck. She arched her back to give him full exposure there, and her pelvis lifted to meet his. He groaned at the contact and she repeated it, with him meeting her each time, finding a rhythm there as well. Each time she pulled away she felt the tension in her cotton-covered clit build, and each time it met his bulge, it eased into pleasure. He was still shaking, and she suspected it wasn’t just from holding his weight on his arms to hover above her.
He started kissing down her again, tracing his tongue across her collarbone, kissing the center of her neck. Her eyes were closed, and she felt every sensation in her entire body. One of her hands were still playing in his hair and the other was rubbing across the skin and muscles in his back and shoulders, each new pass across the soft firmness intensifying the arousal she felt. She gasped loudly, her eyes flying open to look at him, as he took one of her nipples fully in his mouth. One of his hands was sliding up and down her side, feather-light, causing chills and shivers to wrack her body. She was losing control of the rhythm of their pelvises, her own rocking thrusts coming with shocks of stimulation. He closed his lips around her nipple, which had grown instantly hard, and she closed her eyes again, giving into the sensations. He held the nipple gently in his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, causing her body to jerk and choking gasps to emanate from her mouth.
Then, as he sucked the nipple in a repetitive motion, his hand found her other nipple, also erect, and he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, causing a spasm that started in her legs and lifted half her body off the bed. She groaned loudly, raggedly, and looked down to find him watching her and smiling, her nipple still suctioned between his lips. She watched him, her eyes wide and her breathing rough. After a moment, he lifted up to kiss her again, but before she could wrap her arms around him, he pulled away and started trailing kisses down her torso. She had a feeling she knew where he was going, and she closed her eyes in anticipation. She felt his firm kisses on her thighs, moving to the sensitive insides of them. He kissed lightly across her panties, teasing her now rock-hard clit. She moaned, lifting her pelvis once more and heard him chuckle, feeling the vibrations as he continued kissing every inch of her thighs.
She moaned again and covered her eyes with her hands, feeling herself losing complete control. She wanted him, all of him, in every way, but she didn’t quite want him to stop exploring her, to stop teasing her flesh with his perfect lips.
He kissed her clit more fully this time, letting his tongue find it through the thin fabric.
“Oh god,” she groaned, her tense fingers sliding into her hair. She looked down, and he was still watching her, glancing every now and then to her breasts, which bounced each time he flicked his tongue across her clit and created a spasm in her. As she watched him, he slid a finger up the side of her panties, and she felt it so fully on the delicate flesh of her vulva. He slowly pulled the panties to the side, exposing her. She felt the cool air there momentarily before his mouth closed on all of it and he was licking every inch, sliding his tongue up and down. She closed her eyes again, letting go of control even more.
After a long minute of kissing and licking, dipping his tongue into her partially exposed lips occasionally, he settled into a steady rhythm directly on her pulsing clitoris. She moaned with every stroke, tension and pleasure building in every muscle in her body. He moaned occasionally, in response to one of hers, and the vibrations worked with his tongue to elevate her pleasure even more. Then she felt his finger slide into her wet opening, and she moaned even louder, her pelvis thrusting out of her control to meet him. He accommodated by adjusting his body to hold her torso down, keeping his tongue in just the right place, in just the right rhythm on her bundle of nerves, and started thrusting inside of her, letting his momentum build in response to her breathing. As she sped up, so did he. She felt herself nearing climax and had a moment of disbelief that it had happened so quickly. She looked down at him and felt moisture in her eyes; his were closed as he pleasured her, seeming to take pleasure from it himself, his arm was firm against belly, but not restrictive. She saw the muscles in the arm that was thrusting inside of her. They were taught and pulsing; his breathing was heavy with the effort, matching the rhythm of her own.
She let her head fall back, closing her eyes, feeling everything. The feeling of him inside her as he co
ncentrated on her clit at the same time was almost overwhelming. She felt the pleasure spreading across her brain, filling it up, and she knew it was happening.
All of a sudden, she released, her entire body seizing and shaking, her pelvis lifting off the bed. He stayed attached to her, pumping faster and licking continually, as she yelled herself hoarse in pleasure. Soon it became too much, and she had to push his head away, rolling onto her side, feeling aftershocks roll through her body as her climax fell slowly. She was panting and almost felt like crying, but she knew it was all part of the release. She consciously started to slow her breathing, as the last shivers ran through her, and after a long few minutes, she rolled back over.
He was resting on his knees, watching her with so much excitement in his eyes that she almost gasped to find it there.
“Thank you,” she said in a husky whisper.
“Thank you,” he said, raking his eyes over her still curled body.
She lifted herself up, holding his eyes, and slid off the bed. He turned to face her, adjusting to a cross-legged position. She smirked, as she guided each of his legs apart, moving his feet to rest on the floor.
It was her turn to kiss his thighs, to rake her teeth across his most sensitive areas, to tease his obviously ready erection.
As she kissed him there, she felt it twitch, and she looked up at him through her eyelashes. “How do you want to come?”
She felt a slight sense of shock in the back of her mind at her boldness, but she let it evaporate just as quickly as it had appeared. She liked him; she liked this; she hadn’t felt this sexy and aroused in a long time; and she wasn’t going to waste it with insecurity.
He looked taken aback, as well, and bit his lip as he considered what she’d asked. As he did so, she slid her fingers into one of the leg openings in his boxers and started slowly stroking him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he gave a low, almost inaudible groan, that pleased her so much she groaned in response.
“I can do this until you do,” she whispered, sliding her hand up and down, twisting slightly. Then she pulled her hand out and started to pull his boxers down. He lifted off the bed so that she could slide them off fully. She took him in for a moment. She wasn’t an expert, but he seemed the perfect size. She found his eyes again and slowly slid her mouth onto the head and down part of the shaft, using her hand to cover the rest. She pulled her mouth away. “Or I can do that until you come.” She continued to move her hand up and down. “Or I can do both of these until you’re ready to fuck me.” She lowered her mouth back onto him, moving her tongue in a circular motion as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could. He groaned again.
His voice came out raggedly. “I want to fuck you…after a while.” She giggled a little, though it was difficult in that moment to do so.
She pulled him out of her mouth, letting her lips linger at the tip, circling it with her tongue. She slid her hand down to the base of his shaft and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. He reacted with a deeper, more guttural groan. She kissed down him slowly, meeting her hand and lightly sucking his sensitive flesh into her mouth. She felt a spasm in one of his thighs against her cheek. She let her hand tease and play with him as she licked upwards, recapturing his head in her lips. She slid her mouth downwards, sliding her hand upward to meet it, taking him in as far as she could. As she felt him hit the back of her throat, she heard a sharp intake of breath. Her lips grazed her thumb and index finger and she lingered for a second before raising her head back up. She started a steady rhythm, taking the tip and just below it into her mouth, running her tongue around it, and working her hand up and down the length of him. His moans started to match her rhythm, and one of his hands found the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair. He didn’t push, though. He just gripped her there, letting his hand follow her movements. She took him deeply once more, and her arousal began to pulse as he gasped again. She’d always loved giving someone else pleasure.
“Monica?” His voice was husky, and she immediately wanted to hear him say her name again like that. Not stopping her movements, she hmm’ed, feeling the vibrations from her lips reach his penis. “Oh, God,” he moaned, and his other hand grasped the back of her head, urging it up. She released him, and he moaned—though this was a moan of losing pleasure instead of getting it.
“Yes?” She wiped her lips, remaining on her knees and looking at him with hooded eyes. Her heart was pounding and her nipples were hard. She hoped he had stopped her for the reason she suspected because she was more than ready for him.
“I want to fuck you,” he said in a ragged whisper. She bit her lip, raising up and sliding her arms around his neck. She straddled him once more, his stiff member between them. She kissed him, slow and deep, letting her crotch grind against the base of it. He wrapped his arms tightly around her middle, then lifted her easily, turning her over onto her back and lifting himself above her. Her legs were on either side of him, and he bent to kiss ravenously up one and down the other. He was moving at a much more rapid pace, and she had no problem with it. While he kissed her, she started to pull her panties down, having to stop when she got to his face at her inner-thighs. He grabbed them, and she raised her legs so he could slide them off. He flung them behind her, and they both laughed at the dramatic gesture. Their laughter was short-lived, however, as he spread her legs and moved his pelvis in between them, anchoring himself with his sturdy forearms on either side of her chest. She placed her hands on the upper parts of his arms, stroking the muscles, feeling them bulge and retract with each movement he made.
He looked down, guiding himself to her opening and sliding the tip of his dick teasingly on the outer part of her lips.
“Wait,” he said suddenly and leaned back, looking around for something. She was confused for a moment, and then it occurred to her, too.
“Condom,” she said, and he nodded.
“I have one in my wallet,” he said, starting to move backwards off the bed.
“No, no,” she said, stretching her arms above her head to the little table on the left hand side of her bed. She pulled open the drawer but had trouble digging inside it from her angle. He moved over her, his erection sliding across her belly, making her giggle. He smiled, pausing to kiss her lips softly before he slid the lubricated protector onto himself.
“That was close,” she deadpanned, and he chuckled.
“Sorry, I got caught up.”
“Hey, me too,” she said, winking at him playfully.
He lowered himself once more, kissing her lips, then her neck, and then taking one of her erect nipples into his mouth. She gasped, her hips rising off the bed. He groaned that deep groan she was becoming obsessed with. He released her nipple, looking down to guide himself. He slid the tip in just slightly once more and a soft “Oh” issued from her. He looked up and caught her eye, asking silently if this was all still okay.
“Please,” she whispered, feeling as though any more buildup would drive her insane.
He slid into her, slowly, so that they could both appreciate every millimeter of contact. She was so open and wet from arousal that he entered her easily. Her eyes rolled back, and she closed them, resting her hands on his arms once more. He brought his head down, kissing her neck as he slowly pulled almost all-the-way out. She let her hands find his back, pulling him to her, feeling his chest against hers. He increased the speed of his thrusts steadily, grunting every once in a while, the air hitting her neck and causing breakouts of goosebumps.
As he sped up, he lifted up onto his hands, changing the angle at which he was entering her and watching her breasts bounce with his movements. She opened her eyes to look at him, his muscles rippling, sweat breaking out across his chest and forehead. Seeing where his eyes were, she took each of her nipples and started rolling them between her fingers. They were sensitive and she moaned, hearing him moan in response.
He sped up a little more and breathy, staccato groans emanated from her with each
of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he moaned, speeding up even more.
She gasped “Oh my god.”
He reached down, taking one of her legs and pushing it toward her chest, entering her even deeper.
“Fuck!” Her exclamation was loud and uninhibited.
“Holy shit, holy shit!” He was fucking her fast, pressing his chest into her elevated leg, getting deeper and deeper as she grew even more aroused. Then he released her leg, pulling out of her so quickly that she almost whined at the separation. Before she really had time to react, however, he was flipping her over, wrapping his arms around her waist again. She accommodated, sitting up on her knees and spreading her legs so he could enter her easier. He slid back inside her, and they both groaned raggedly in response. He pulled her toward him, hugging one arm tightly around her stomach and the other just above her breasts. She gripped both his forearms, arching her back to open herself up to him. He kissed her shoulder and neck passionately, taking the flesh between his teeth, as he pounded inside of her.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” Monica’s breathing was rapid. She was building toward climax again, her whole body overwhelmed.
