“You’re doing great,” I say. Her head comes down once more, her fucking perfect mouth working on my cock like she was born for it.
But I need to taste her pussy; I need to bring myself down into her and lap up all her sweet sweet nectar.
“Baby, take your mouth off it for a minute.” She slides me out of her mouth and looks up at me, her eyes wide with confusion.
“Am I doing a good job?”
“Fucking perfect, sweetheart. But there’s something else I want to do. Something more important, now.”
She sits up with her feet tucked under her, and I reach down to grab her ankles, pulling them forward so she falls back on the bed with a yelp, and I pull her feet toward me so her ass is hanging down off the bed.
“Oooh!” she moans, giggling as she wraps her legs up around my waist, my bare cock pressed up against the seam of her shorts.
“You like that baby, don’t you?” I nuzzle into her cunt with my prick, dying to be buried inside her.
My room’s never been hotter and sweeter and with more fucking desire in the air than right now. I throw her legs off my hips and kneel down on the floor in front of her, reaching my hands around the back of her small, curvy body to unclasp her bra. Her tits fall out and she arches her back, pressing her pussy closer to me.
“That’s right baby, you want to come and get it?” I groan, her body writhing on the bed. Fuck, it’s a perfect sight, and I stop to lean forward, taking both of her breasts in my hands, kneading the supple flesh and flicking her tiny nipples between my fingers.
“Yes,” she moans, her voice filling the air. “Yesss!”
“I’m going to have you screaming more than that, baby.” I make a trail of kisses up from her curvy little stomach to one of her nipples, carefully encircling it with my tongue. “Feels good, right baby? You like that,” I groan as her breath hitches inside her chest, her body trembling as she exhales.
“Yes,” she pants, her breathing coming in fast and light.
“Yes what, baby?”
“Yes, I like it!”
“That’s a good girl. I thought you’d like it. And I thought you’d like it from me. You like it from me, right, baby?”
“Oh god, yes!” she moans. My cock can’t take it anymore. Her sweet, innocent moans of pleasure are making my dick leak precum; it’s dripping onto the floor, and as much as I want her tongue to lap it up, her desire is flooding my veins like adrenaline. My fingers grasp the button of her shorts and slip it through its hole, and slowly pull down the zipper, letting her white cotton panties peek out from behind the little cut-off denim shorts.
I grasp the sides of her shorts and pull them down, taking the fucking panties with them. She isn’t expecting this, and her head pops up, her eyes fucking wide as a doe’s, but I push her down gently with my hand between her breasts and take in the fucking delicious sight of her pussy, giving her a starving grin as she falls back on the bed, her legs open slightly on the edge.
16
Ava
I’m so aroused that my pussy almost hurts; the pressure inside my clit is too much, and I need to be touched there. I need it, but I can’t say anything. It’s almost embarrassing how turned on I am, and Caleb is looking right at me, all soaking wet!
I try to keep my legs together, but he nudges one of my knees away with his chin, his hand pressing my other knee away. I’ve never been as exposed as I am right now with my knees apart the edge of his bed.
“Never done this before, huh?” Caleb says, grabbing my ankles and bringing them up onto the edge of his bed so my legs bend at the knees. His fingers wrap around my ankles tightly, his fingers sending a jolt through my body. The cool air inside the room makes my pussy feel completely exposed, and I’ve never felt more nervous and excited in my whole life.
“No,” I affirm, “never. You’re the first one.”
Caleb slips his arms under my knees and brings them around my ass and up over my thighs. I’ve always kept my hair down there trimmed and neat, but not for sexual purposes; I just like it like that. If I’d have known, I would have asked Zoe to bring me for a wax. I wouldn’t even know how to book an appointment for that, but she would have been glad to join me on my waxing deflowering.
Caleb strums his fingers over the sensitive skin above my slit, making my mouth hang open slightly and my eyes squeeze shut. God, it feels so good for him to be touching me there.
“I’m going to really look at you, because I need to see all of you,” he groans, putting his fingers above my clit and rubbing the soaking wet flesh. “You’re not going to let anyone touch you like this, are you?”
He slides two fingers down to my clit, tracing a gentle line down to my opening, sliding his fingers inside and curling them up.
“Unnngh.” His fingers reach a sensitive part of the flesh inside me, putting pressure there, massaging with his fingertips. “No,” I gasp. “No one else.”
“That’s right,” he says, his mouth hovering above my pussy. He spreads my pussy open with two fingers and puts his lips down onto my clit, wrapping them around it and sucking it gently into his mouth while the tip of his tongue flicks against it.
“Unngh!” I open my legs wider and he starts fucking me with his fingers, his strong, wet tongue grinding small flicks against me. “I’m going to cum!”
He doesn’t stop fingering me, and instead of flicking against my clit, he keeps his lips wrapped tight around it and swirls his tongue all the way around, hitting every last part of my wet, delicate flesh as I moan and cream onto his fingers.
My whole body is hot, my belly contracting, his thick fingers fucking me hard, curling up inside me. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, the pressure in my clit crests against, and Caleb takes his mouth away and replaces it with his hand, pressing the heel of his palm down hard on my clit.
“Yes baby, you cum for me. Cum for me.” His hand grinds fast against me and I come again, tears of exquisite pleasure pricking at the corners of my eyes.
“Oh god yes!” I cry out, my body crumpling into a soaking wet mess on his bed.
“I’ve got you.” Caleb climbs up on the bed next to me and pulls me into his arms, rocking me against his chest. “Sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
17
Caleb
Fuck, if I’ve never had a girl come like that before. But there’s a first for everything, and this is my first.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” I rock her in my arms and pull a blanket up around her. I know it’s what she needs, even though the hair around her face is damp and sticking to her forehead. I just gave her the fucking orgasm of her life, but I know what she needs right now is comfort, as much as I want to get my dick as wet as her pussy.
“It’s nothing.” She sighs and puts her head against my shoulder. She isn’t crying, but I know she wants to. I can feel it in her voice, in the way her words vibrate against me.
“You don’t have to talk about,” I say, pushing her hair away from her forehead and rocking her gently. We look out my window, and I realize what a lucky son of a bitch I am. I have the apartment I grew up in and this wonderful woman in my bed, and all I want to do is get to know her better.
I’m breaking my own rules. I’ll usually at least make sure the girl has cab fare or if I really like her I’ll call Jimmy to give her a ride, but I don’t want most of them to know about Jimmy. They see something like that and they try to cling onto me even harder. At least cab fare will get them home safe and I won’t have to bother Jimmy or have them seeing fucking dollar signs in their eyes.
“I should tell you,” she says, her breath breaking heavily under her words. “It’s not just a coincidence that I was a virgin.”
I hug her close. “Technically, baby, you still are.”
She lets out a deep laugh, but there’s pain behind it. “I know. That’s very true. But there’s something I didn’t tell you about why I use my mom’s last name.”
“It’s okay, you can tell me if you want. An
d if you don’t want to, that’s okay too.”
“No,” she says, sitting up and folding her legs under her, drawing up the blanket around her. Her faint smile lights up the dark room. “I want to. I’ve never really talked about it before.”
She tells me about how her mom was young when she married her dad, how her mom had ambitions and dreams beyond being a wife and mother. But her dad didn’t understand. Her dad wanted his wife to raise their daughter, and that’s what she did. And she was a wonderful mother. But she grew resentful of Mr. Murray; she wanted a career of her own, and she wanted them to share in the difficult and awesome responsibility of being a parent.
“Mom didn’t know what to do. My dad came from old money, and my mom wanted to get out of the small neighborhood she was from. She wasn’t a gold-digger. Far from it. In fact, when they got married, it was her idea to sign a prenup. And when they split up, she got something, but it wasn’t anywhere near what I think most women would expect.”
“I’m familiar with how the law works in New York State,” I say, holding her hand in mine. “If there’s no prenuptial agreement, the assets are divided fifty-fifty in cases of divorce.”
“That’s right,” she sighs, looking down. “So mom actually convinced him to structure the prenup so that she wouldn’t get that much if they ever legally split up. That actually made my grandparents insanely mad.”
I consider it from their point of view. “Well, raising a child is a hard job on its own. Especially when you take on all of the responsibility. Your dad is a really good guy, don’t get me wrong, but he’s addicted to his work.”
“Right. And my mom’s parents thought she would deserve more for raising me. The whole thing just actually makes me uncomfortable to even think about.”
“It shouldn’t,” I say, touching her cheek. “Sweetheart, you did nothing wrong. This isn’t your fault.”
“I know it isn’t, but it still makes me feel all icky. My mom got what she wanted, but at what cost? To think that money has such a big place in families.”
“You’re absolutely fucking right,” I say.
She sighs again and gives me a small smile. For all the guilt and baggage she’s carrying around, she’s so strong. I’m so fucking impressed with her right now.
“So anyway,” she continues, “my grandparents’ logic was that raising a child is a full-time job, and harder than whatever finance crap my dad does, and that in case of a divorce she should have the security she deserves. My mom, on the other hand, didn’t want money to have any part in the relationship, and thought raising a child would be its own reward. You know, an intangible gift is what I think she called it once.”
“I can see that this weighs heavily on you,” I say, lacing my fingers through hers. “So forgive me for prying, but why are you still a virgin because of all this?”
“Oh,” she laughs, her face becoming pink. “I guess I just thought I shouldn’t risk falling in love until I have my life figured out. My schooling, my career. All of it. I wanted to have everything in order before I get hitched onto someone else’s wagon.”
“Baby,” I say, “you would never hitch onto someone else’s wagon. You are going places all on your own. You’ll never be anyone’s sidekick. Ever.”
“So what about you, anyway?” she asks, her brows knitting together in the middle. “You’re a successful guy, absolutely gorgeous, clearly you have more money than god. You’d think you would be settled down by now.”
“I guess I never told you what happened with my ex, huh?” I don’t mean to, but my face contorts into a disgusted expression, and she can tell that I don’t like talking about it.
“That bad, huh?” Ava raises a knowing eyebrow at me.
“All the shit you mentioned about money getting in the way of family, that applies to me too. Except my ex was all too eager to have money be part of the equation. She thought of me as some kind of fucking business opportunity instead of a potential life partner.”
Sweet Ava looks down and shakes her head, her pretty brown locks falling around her shoulders. “I’m really sorry that happened to you. That sucks.”
“I realized then and there that I don’t have time for people in my life who just see me as a fucking personal ATM. And the worst part was that I thought I wanted to marry this woman.”
Ava winces. “Ouch. How did you find out the truth?”
“We were at this fucking ostentatious wedding, and I mentioned something to one of her friends about how I wanted to have a small wedding when I eventually got married, and she told me I better not tell Christine, my girlfriend at the time, anything about having a small wedding. Later I confronted her about it, and everything just sort of came out.”
“You’re better off without her,” Ava says, sweetly kissing me on the cheek. “Good riddance to her. She didn’t deserve you.”
“That’s what I love about you,” I say, pulling Ava onto my lap. The blanket falls away, revealing her gorgeous body for me. “You’re kind and innocent. I don’t think I’ve ever really met anyone like you before.”
My sweet Ava presses her lips to mine, and I sweep my thumb along her throat. She’s perfection in a gorgeous package.
18
Ava
I’ve never opened up to anyone the way I just did to Caleb. I guess I was afraid; afraid of being judged, afraid of being vulnerable and tell someone my deepest fear: that I’d end up resentful but principled, like mom, or even worse, successful but lonely like dad.
But I feel like a boulder’s been taken off my shoulders, and I can finally breathe.
He’s helping me breathe for the first time.
“My Ava,” he whispers in my ear, “come closer.”
“I’m already on your lap.” He caresses my shoulder, bringing his fingers down my arm and against the swell of my breast, pulling me into him. I close my eyes softly and get lost in his kiss.
“No, Ava. I know how you can get closer to me.”
Caleb moves my body easily, turning me so I’m facing him, and putting me back down on his lap so I have a leg on either side of his body. I curl up legs up around his waist and sink down into him, every fiber in my body on fire with his touch, his kiss. My wet pussy is so close to his hardness. He puts his hands on my ass, pulling me closer to him, pressing his organ of pure lust against my pussy.
“Ohhh,” I moan deeply in his ear. His hands squeeze my ass and bring me even closer, rocking back and forth. My clit drags up and down his full length, the friction between us disappearing as we move together as one.
“That’s closer, isn’t it?” he says, bringing his fingers under my chin. I look up; his face has softened, but his eyes still possess the same fire of want they did the first time I saw him. “Closer, baby.”
I move my body so the head of his cock is up against my opening. The full bulb of the tip is dripping with precum, and I slide forward carefully, letting his salty liquid coat my inner lips.
“Is it okay like this, baby?” he says. “I’m safe. This okay with you?”
I’m on birth control to regulate my periods, and I trust he wouldn’t go without a condom unless he was tested recently. Maybe it’s naive of me, but I do trust him. And I want to feel his pure flesh deep inside me, with nothing between us.
“It’s okay,” I say, explaining why I’m on the pill. That’s something else I’ve never felt comfortable enough about to tell a lot of people. The only person who knows is Zoe. I’m afraid people would assume I’m sleeping with anyone if I’m on the pill without a boyfriend.
“Then let’s get closer,” Caleb says, his eyes cast down as he wrangles his massive cock in his hand and slides it forward. “Just a little bit closer. You control this. You do what feels good.”
I start to move against his cock, my pussy opening up to accommodate him. I feel him slide in, my heart blooming, and I push against him to bring him inside me. His eyes are still cast down, a look of want and reverence behind them.
“Okay?” he sa
ys, kissing me on the forehead. “God, you’re so tight. And so beautiful. And amazing.”
He puts his hand on the back of my neck and flips me over so he’s on top, making a cage with his arms on either side of me. Seeing his chiseled arms of corded flesh keeping me bound in place makes my mind spin, and as he pushes forward and buries his cock deep inside me, my pussy squeezes up around him.
“Now that I’m here, I’m not leaving,” he says, pushing himself farther inside, hitting me at my deepest place. “Fuck, you are so ripe and so fucking good.”
With a sexy moan, he kisses me on the cheek and slips my earlobe between my teeth. God, if this is what waiting landed me, I’m no longer embarrassed by why I waited. It was all worth it to be with Caleb.
“Honey, I want to try something,” Caleb growls into my ear, sending a shock zipping up my spine.
“Yes,” I gasp, “anything.”
“Anything?” He has a wicked, lascivious grin on his face, the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
My mind spins with the deliciously sinful possibilities. I don’t know what he has in mind, but I can’t wait to try out everything with him.
“Yes, do it,” I beg, his cock still grinding in and out of me.
Caleb pulls out and flips me over, bringing my ass to his cock when he grabs my hips and drags me back toward him. I’m on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, and suddenly I’ve taken a step backward, all the comfort I’ve gained with him replaced by excitement again - and it’s delicious.
In the darkness, I can barely make out the outline of his leather tufted headboard and the white marble nightstands. The only light in the room is coming from the digital clock on one of the nightstands, the little green numbers lit up like a Christmas tree.
He spreads my pussy open gently and I feel his slick tongue part my folds, sliding from my clit to my opening. Caleb moves away and slides his cock into me from behind, pushing against the walls of my tight pussy.
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