I hadn’t removed a single stitch of clothing yet, but that was definitely next on my agenda as she arched her back and pulled restlessly at the hem of her sweater. With a few simple movements it was off, and I was staring at a pair of luscious, full breasts encased in a whisper of lace.
I ran my lips up the curve of her breast. Her perfume was stronger here, and I let my tongue explore, hoping to find the tangy spot where she had sprayed it. She gasped as I made my way down her stomach, then back up again, teasing her.
“Take your shirt off,” she demanded. “I want to feel your skin.”
Kit
I sat up and did exactly as she asked. When I lowered myself back down on top of her, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down so tightly against her that my weight pressed her into the floor.
“You won’t be able to breathe,” I warned.
“Just stay here a minute,” she whispered, her eyes closed and her lips open in pleasure. I kissed her lips again, unable to resist the fullness of them, and she held me there as long as she could before taking a deep, gasping breath. “You feel so damn good.”
I slipped my fingertip underneath the lace of her bra. The nipple hiding under there was hard and full. I touched it gently and she arched into my hand, looking for more. “Do you always wear bras this sexy?”
“The panties match,” she said with a wicked grin. “You really should look.”
“Oh, you think so?” I marveled at how eager she was. She had absolutely no inhibitions about her body. Even the most beautiful women I had been with had hang ups about something and required lots of reassurance that I found them attractive. Lara had none! She didn’t know how to compare.
I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly, teasing both of us with the reveal. Sure enough, the panties matched.
“Were you looking to get lucky?” I asked, taking my lips on an adventurous trail down her belly to the top of those panties.
“Actually, I always wear things like this,” she admitted. “I like all the different textures.”
I licked along the top of the panties, right where they met her skin. She gasped and clenched my hair with her hands. I pulled her jeans down more, and she wiggled her hips until they were down her legs. When I finally got them off, she wrapped those long, smooth legs around my shoulders.
It was all the invitation I needed.
I kissed and licked my way up her thighs. She writhed underneath me, her anticipation of what was coming evident in the completely soaked crotch of her panties. I pushed my hand against it, and the moan that came from her was enough to make my cock pulse.
Almost breathless with excitement, I pulled the material to one side – I needed to see all of her – and looked at her pussy. Fuck me. I couldn’t take my eyes of it. So fucking pink and sweet, and cushioned under soft panties that clung so lovingly to her gorgeous ass.
The whole thing was like a work of art that belonged in a goddamn art museum, or a shrine. One of those places where people reached on their hands and knees, but an uncivilized heathen like me, I stuck my watering mouth right where it was dripping.
She groaned at the first stroke of my tongue along the dewy puffy folds. Her pretty little pussy was as soft as the petals of a flower and as sweet as holy nectar. My tongue delved deeper as I ate greedily. Her smell intoxicated me and I couldn’t get enough.
My hungry slurping drew even louder moans from her as I hit on the spots she loved the most. She pushed her fingers through my hair and arched her hips up to me, giving me more access.
I began drawing designs all over her with my tongue. When I hit a spot that made her shiver and go tense with pleasure, I held her tighter to my mouth and kept at it, rubbing, licking, sucking, worshiping until I found a rhythm that made her moan with ecstasy and her body squirm like a small eel.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she snarled, driven purely by pleasure.
Don’t worry sweetheart. I ain’t stopping for nothing. I sucked the engorged button, hard. It took less than a minute before her body became a hard bow. She pushed her clit even deeper into my mouth, and let out a long wail that bounced off the walls. She collapsed underneath me, limp, and completely sated … not for long. Her little cunt throbbed under my tongue with the power of her orgasm.
“Doggone it, that felt so good!” she said with a shout of laughter.
Sticky-sweet honey was all around my mouth and I licked it clean before I lay down beside her. I rubbed my palm on her nipple over the lace of her bra. It was as hard as a stone. It didn’t take long for her to catch her breath and rise up on her elbow.
She grinned at me. “Now it’s your turn.”
Her searching hands found the button of my jeans and slid the zip down. She fumbled a bit so I helped her push my denims off. As soon as they got to my ankles I kicked them haphazardly away.
Now there was nothing between us but a pair of old boxers. I lifted my hips and she hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled the thin material down, and my dick jumped to full attention before her. It was throbbing so much to get inside her silky warmth it actually hurt.
Patience, Kit, patience.
Moving on her hands and knees, she climbed up to my thighs and sat nude and upright on them, her wet open pussy rubbing on my flesh. In the firelight she was glorious. She slid her hands up my thighs. They were smooth and delicious on my skin. One hand stumbled upon my upright cock then immediately curled around it. We gasped in unison. Me with the sudden thrill of her soft hand fisting my cock, and her with the shock at my size.
“You’re so huge,” she whispered in wonder.
“Yeah,” I smirked. I knew I was big. I’d been told often enough.
Her hands ran lightly along the shaft and over the pulsing veins. My cock jerked at her touch. Her hand was cool and sure as she slowly slid her fingers up, feeling every inch of me with her sculptor’s hands. It was as though she was memorizing me, testing the texture of my skin, exploring me in a way that no other woman had.
“Your skin is like satin, but he seems angry. Is he?” she asked, her face filled with curiosity and tilted to one side.
“No, sweetheart. He’s not angry. He’s just too fucking excited at the thought of filling every inch of your wet pussy.”
She blushed prettily. “He reminds me of a wild bull.”
“That’s right. He’s just waiting for the gates to open so he can ride on in.”
“Will all of him fit inside me?” she asked in a voice filled with wonder.
“We’ll take it slow,” I reassured.
“Don’t worry. I’m not afraid at all. I want all of him inside me.”
“Good, because I am dying to be inside you.”
“Can I taste you first?” she asked.
I wanted to say something, but I swear, I had gone and lost the power of speech.
Kit
I watched, mesmerized, as she tossed her shining curls back over her shoulder, and almost in slow motion lowered her mouth toward me, torturing me with the wait. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down in sensuously caressing strokes, while her breath blew gently over the head of my cock.
As I watched, she opened her mouth and fitted it over the head of my cock. I clenched the cheap sleeping bag with both hands to keep some semblance of control. It wasn’t just that it had been so long since I’d been with a woman, it was because that she was so instinctively sexy, so beautiful, and everything I ever wanted. Now she was on my living room floor, doing wicked things to my body.
It was almost more than I could take.
She slid further down, then came back up. I shuddered with pleasure as she gently swirled her tongue in circles around me, going further down each time, until she worked her mouth as far down as she could go. She licked the slit dripping with pre-cum, considered the taste, then licked again. “Mmm … tasty.”
She kept her lips soft on the way down and sucked hard as she came back up as if she was milking me for more cum. It was s
o sexy, such a turn on, that she liked the taste of my cum. I groaned, suddenly on the verge of a humungous climax.
“Do you want me to come inside your mouth or inside your pussy?” I grunted.
“Inside my pussy,” she mumbled with her mouth full.
“Then you better fucking stop that, because I can’t last much longer,” I groaned.
“Okay,” she said, but went back down to sucking the hell out of my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to hold off, but fuck me, I was going to explode in her mouth if she carried on one second longer.
“Lara, stop,” I growled, grabbing her head.
She released my cock in the most provocative way possible, by running the tip of her tongue all the way upward. Then she sat back and licked her lips. “I didn’t know a man’s cock could be so delicious,” she said cheekily.
I pulled her away from me and set her down beside me. There was a box of condoms somewhere. Were they already expired? Fuck if I knew. It had been a really long time.
“Wait here,” I ordered and vaulted upwards. I went to the kitchen, grabbed the box, and as I walked back to the sitting room, pulled one out. As I began to open it, Lara surprised me. “Let me feel what you are doing,” she said.
Putting a condom on had never felt so intimate. Her hands were on me as I unrolled it and slipped it on. She helped me pull it down until it was where it belonged, then she excited me by climbing on top. She braced herself with her hands against my shoulders. I pushed up to her, and rubbed my cock against her pussy lips. Instead of pressing down on me, she paused. The first sign of hesitation I had seen from her since she came down to me.
“Lara?”
“I just want you to know that,” she whispered, “I’ve never done this before.”
It took a moment for that to sink in. “You’ve never done what before?” I asked slowly.
“This,” she said simply.
I was stunned. What the fuck? She had been so eager and so … accomplished. I simply took it for granted that she was experienced. The fact that she had never done it with anybody scared the shit out of me. I’d never been the one to make anybody bleed before. Fuck, I’d be fucking a goddamn virgin! But my cock surged even harder, if such a thing were possible at the thought that I would go where no other man had gone.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. “Because this is a big thing … what if you regret this later?”
“I won’t,” she whispered into my mouth. “I want it to be you.”
“It might hurt a little.”
“I don’t care,” she said, and wiggled her hips over me, then slowly began to slide down, taking me one slow inch at a time. I slid my hands over her back, cupped her waist, and slid them down to stroke her hips encouragingly. Curling upwards I gently kissed her neck as she lowered herself onto me. An inch down and she tensed up.
“Oh,” she cried.
“It’s okay. It’ll only hurt for a bit,” I encouraged. Her pussy was so hot and tight I had to fight not to cum.
She nodded and pushed another inch down. “Ah,” she cried again. Then she took a deep breath and plunged downwards, screaming as she went down my hot girth. She stopped and remained suspended three-quarters of the way down. Sucking in her breath, she put her hands underneath her to feel how much more cock there was to go. To her surprise there was more.
“You don’t have to go all the way this time,” I soothed.
“Okay,” she said. Her voice was hoarse.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeah. It feels like I’ve been ripped in half.”
“Just move slowly up and down and the pain will go away,” I said softly, reaching a hand out to gently stroke her cheek. She was so beautiful. So brave. So perfect. I could hardly believe she was mine.
She began to move slowly and she really was so fucking tight I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth.
“Oh, Kit. It feels good. Really good. I feel so full and so … stretched,” she whispered as she rode me. There was a long sigh from her, but then she slid all the way down, engulfing me completely.
I groaned. My control was already slipping. I could feel the gathering momentum begin, but I wanted to make this good for her. I grabbed her hips and held her still. “Give me a minute,” I hissed through my teeth.
“Is something wrong?” she asked worriedly.
“No. I just need a little break. I’m too close to coming.”
She stayed very still on top of me, and I watched the light dancing on her skin and I thought about what a bastard I was to take her innocence knowing what I knew. It worked. Almost too well. The guilt almost made me go soft.
When I loosened my grip, she began to grind herself on me, moving back and forth. At first her movements were all jerks, stops, and starts, which I was actually grateful for since it made it easier for me to hold my climax, but she quickly got the hang of it, and her rocking became smooth and steady. She leaned forward, and soon she was getting the most out of every stroke. I watched her throw her head back, her mouth open with appreciation. Then she was bouncing on me like someone riding a bull.
“You feel so good,” she panted.
When I couldn’t hold on much longer I reached down between us and touched her clit. She cried out in pleasure, but kept moving while I stroked it in time with her movements. Soon her body began quivering over me as she moved faster and faster. That’s when I joined in, pumping my hips up to meet her while my fingers kept up a steady pace.
“Come for me,” I urged when I felt her pussy squeeze me like a vice.
She suddenly did, with a shout. I grabbed her hips and held her tight against me, letting her little pussy milk me until I sailed right past the point of no return. I came so hard it made me dizzy. The intense pleasure went on and on, longer than it ever had before, and when I opened my eyes Lara collapsed over me, breathing hard, her body still trembling against mine.
“Oh my God,” I murmured.
There was that laugh again, bubbling up from deep in her belly. She jerked with laughter as she wrapped her arms around me.
“That was so awesome,” she giggled. “How long before we can do it again?”
Kit
Pale sun streamed in through the window, waking me up only a few hours after we had finally collapsed with exhaustion. I lay there for a moment, feeling the soreness from muscles that hadn’t been used in far too long. Then, almost as if I couldn’t quite believe what I would see, I looked over to my right at the most beautiful girl in the world, lying naked in my bed.
The embers in the fireplace weren’t quite enough to cut the chill so I had covered her with a heavy quilt. The outline of her strong, lithe body was clear underneath the fabric.
Her bare shoulder peeked out from above the covers, and the sunlight caressed it with a gentle glow. Her hair was mussed, tangled, and falling around her face and shoulders in waves. Her lips were red and swollen with kisses. I remembered again how wonderful she had tasted. Without her glasses to hide her eyes, her eyelashes were incredibly long.
I rolled over as carefully as I could, trying not to disturb her, but I should have known that even as I studied her, she was studying me in her own unique way.
“I’ve been awake for a while,” she whispered, and those plump, red lips curled up into a smile. “I like waking up with you.”
“Good,” I murmured. “Cause you’ll be doing a lot more of it.”
“Really?”
“God, yeah.”
She giggled and buried her face into the quilt. I slid over and wrapped myself around her. She cuddled into me with an ease that made it feel as though we had done this a million times. My cock started to stir, but I had to tend to the fire first. Naked, I walked to the fireplace and rebuilt it. Then I went back to find her under the quilt.
“Any regrets?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Not a single one. You gave me exactly what I wanted.”
“I’ve never been … well, you know … somebo
dy’s first.”
“Was it what you expected?” she asked shyly.
Huh. What had I expected? I gave it a few moments of thought. “No. It wasn’t. I guess I always thought a virgin would be uncertain or wouldn’t know what to do, but you … oh, honey. You’re a natural. It’s hard to imagine that no other cock has ever entered this sexy mouth. I mean, for a virgin you sure know how to give one hell of a blowjob. What I got last night was porn star quality.”
“Elaine,” she said, as if that answered everything.
“Elaine?”
“She made me practice on a condom covered banana when we were seventeen.”
“I never thought I’d see the day I was jealous of a fucking banana.”
She giggled again and buried her head against my neck so I couldn’t see her face.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed? After that performance last night. Really?” Women were such funny little creatures. I would never understand them if I lived to a hundred.
“It’s one thing to do it and quite another to talk about it,” she said primly.
“Hmm … yes,” I teased. “As I recall now, you had no problem doing it. Why you were all over me. Taking advantage of me, really. I mean, even if I had wanted to resist, you were right there on top of me just slamming me into the floor, making sure you got exactly what you wanted. I-”
“Oh, stop being so mean,” she laughed.
I laughed along with her. “It’s true! I was quite helpless. You were on me like jelly on peanut butter.”
Her cheeks became rosy. God, she was so pretty I wanted to lock her up in my house and never let her out.
“Like milk on cereal, your hands and mouth were everywhere,” I added, just to see more color flood into her cheeks.
“Stop it,” she begged.
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