His hand moved around and down the side of my neck, before coming back up and grabbing my jawline. His lips parted and his tongue pressed against my lips. They parted and his tongue entered, quickly exploring its way around the inside of my mouth.
I was lost in his kiss, but quickly brought back to the moment when I felt his hand squeeze my breast hard before moving slowly down my curves and along the outside of my thigh.
I was dripping wet and ready to get fucked. His hand found the bottom of my dress and then slowly made its way up my inner thigh. His hand moved agonizingly slow, each movement up causing me to tremble slightly as he reached the prize he was after. The prize I had saved for him. The prize I couldn’t wait to award him. The way his rough skin felt against my smoothness was amazing. Each groove and callus causing extreme sensation as his fingers moved upward.
He reached my panties and turned his palm up, grabbing my pussy, cupping my entire cunt in his hand. He pressed up, the pressure sending sensations throughout my body.
He moved his hand up above my panty line. His fingertips right at the edge of my skin and the sheer fabric. He slid his hand down and spread my lips with two fingers. I moaned as my eyes closed and my back arched.
He slowly drug his fingers back and forward along my lips, covering them in my juices. He pulled his hand from my panties and carefully out from underneath my dress, treating my fluids like it was the most prized thing in the world. He didn’t want to spill a drop.
“Look at me,” he said. His other hand took my face and positioned it directly in line with his. His grasp firm, yet gently at the same time.
He locked his eyes on mine as he brought his two fingers in front of his nose. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. When they opened they were still focused right on mine. His fingers lowered and he slid them in his mouth. His mouth opened wider and his tongue extended out and and down. He slowly withdrew his fingers emphasizing their journey along his tongue.
“You taste as amazing as you smell.”
Without missing a beat his hand shot back down under my dress, his two fingers immediately finding my folds. He applied pressure as his fingers drug along my lips, covering them in my juices again. He removed his hand, still maintaining eye contact the entire time.
He brought his fingers to my lips, and then stopped.
“Your turn. To see how you taste.”
He moved his fingers to the tips of my lips, causing them to part. He slid his fingers slowly inside. I could taste myself along my tongue. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted, or done. I was turned on, but even more turned on by the sight of him watching me, and seeing how intensely he studied my reaction.
He removed his fingers from my mouth and inserted them into the wine glass. He brought them right back and slid them into my mouth as he had with my juices.
“That’s just a taste,” he said. “Of what’s to come.”
“I like it,” I said.
“Are you ready for more?”
“I’m ready,” I said.
“Is this your first time?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve never been with anyone?”
“No one.”
“Ever.”
“Never.”
“And you’re ready to give it to me?”
“I want to give it to you. I’ve been saving it for you.”
“Good. Because I’m here to take it.”
CHAPTER 14
Luke
Fuck. Hearing her say those words put me on edge. I thought she might still be untouched, but to hear her say it…damn. And to hear her say that she was saving it just for me, got me harder than steel.
My mind flashed with ideas of everything I could do to her, but there was no time. Not first. First, I had to take her. To feed the hunger inside me. To stake my claim, forever. To show her what she’d been missing out on. And not only her, me. I didn’t have the time or the desire for meaningless sex. This was more. This was the elusive connection that we all search for. This was so fucking real. So fucking perfect.
I reached down and grabbed ahold of the bottom of her dress, sliding it up over her body. When it reached her chest the fabric lifted her breasts, pushing her tits higher. As I continued to lift it up towards her head the weight of her breasts and gravity took over, causing her tits to bounce. Fuck me, her tits were amazing. I had to have them in my mouth.
I yanked her dress the rest of the way off. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it behind us. I unhooked her bra and pulled it away. I stopped, just to stare. To take her in. She looked up at me in anticipation. My mouth crashed down onto her nipple. Sucking it, twisting it, teasing it in alternating sucks, kisses, and swirles. My hand grabbed it low, pushing it higher into my mouth, squeezing it hard.
My other hand slid down along her side, taking in each unique angle of her body. Each idiosyncrasy. Each nuance. Each little thing that made her, her. And each little thing that was going to make her, mine.
I reached for her panties and pulled them down quickly. I spread her legs and slid them off. I looked down at her perfectly shaven pussy. A pussy I couldn’t wait to own.
It hit me that I was about to live out the fantasy she had created in my classroom. She was naked in heels. All I needed was to have them on my shoulders and to be inside her. Fuck, the reality was already more amazing than the fantasy and my cock hadn’t even been wrapped in her tight opening.
I stood, quickly removing the rest of my annoying clothes.
Back on the couch, I cupped her pussy before sliding in two fingers. She moaned hard and winced. She was so fucking tight. I felt if she squeezed her pussy my fingers would break. There was no room for them to move. Damn, she wasn’t experienced at all. When she said first time, she meant first time for everything.
I slowly rocked my hand building friction and trying to open her up a little. If she couldn’t take two fingers there was no way she’d be able to take my cock.
I lowered my head down and licked the outside of her folds, before my tongue searched for her clit. I found it immediately. I finger fucked her while I teased her clit with my mouth. Her hands found my shoulders as she pushed. Then the pushing feeling changed to a wobbling sensation. Her hands were spasming.
“I’m cumming!” she screamed.
Her pussy locked even harder onto my fingers. I couldn’t move them if I wanted to. She exploded all over my face, the taste better than the sweetest fruit.
Her body convulsed for a few seconds more before the energy left her and she sank into the couch.
“That was amazing,” she said
“That was only the beginning.”
CHAPTER 15
Zoey
He had given me two orgasms already and I still hadn’t felt him inside me. The classroom orgasm was a intense, but this one blew it away. His fingers. His tongue. The way he looked at me. The way he so eagerly pleased me, and how much tasting me pleased him. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock.
He slid forward and placed his cock at the base of my opening. He stared deeply at me as he always does. And it turned me as always. Not that I needed turned on. Being around him was enough, and I was still basking in the glow of the mind altering orgasm from which I was still experiencing the aftershocks.
“I know you want what’s on my mind,” he said.
I nodded yes.
“I know you like what’s on my mind,” he said.
I nodded yes.
I know you need what’s on my mind,” he said.
I nodded yes.
“Say it.”
“I want it.”
“Tell me you like it.”
“I like it.”
“Tell me you want a real man to take you. A real man to show you how to fuck. A real man to please you.”
“I don’t want just a real man,” I said. “I want the only man. I want you.”
“You want me to fuck you. Let me hear it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
&nb
sp; “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to take me. To own me. To be my first and only. To take my virginity and make me belong to you, forever.”
He gritted his teeth and slid his pelvis forward.
My mouth opened from the pain of his huge cock trying to open my up. He was too big.
“Keep pushing,” I said. I felt a small tear in the corner of my eye. It hurt, but the pain felt good. I already felt like I was learning something about myself. About my body. Maybe I liked pain. I had never thought I would, but this sensation was amazing.
He rocked gently, each time pushing in a little deeper. I could feel his cock sliding against my walls. I could see the expression on his face as he tried to break me in. As he stretched me.
He reached down and grabbed my ankles. He lifted my heels onto his shoulders. I felt like I was in a scene from a Helmut Newton erotic photo.
He rocked and rocked, continuing to drive deeper and deeper. My position allowing him to continue to drive into me. Nearly two minutes later he had opened me up. His rocking turned into thrusts. Slow and gentle as I acclimated to his size. Then my body took over.
I moaned. My back arched. I reached forward and grabbed his hips, trying to pull him in deeper into me. He thrust harder. With each scream of mine he drove deeper and thrust more quickly.
Suddenly I felt him scoop me up. He held me in mid-air, bouncing me up and down on his cock. Impaling me with his member. My clit rubbing against his stomach sent me over the top.
My eyes opened wide joined by my mouth. I tried to scream, but nothing came out, only my juices which covered his rod.
He stopped thrusting and stared at me. The instant I exhaled his hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in close, kissing me hard.
He had taken my virginity and made me come. He had made me feel feminine and light as a feather.
I reached around to hug him as his hands cupped my ass, but I was suddenly off balance.
He spun me around setting me down and facing me away. I grabbed the edge of couch and held on for dear life.
CHAPTER 16
Luke
Delaying my orgasm took every ounce of strength I had, and I had no more. I needed to cum and I need to be inside her when I did.
I reached forward and grabbed her hair. I slapped her ass with my other hand and thrust my hips hard into her, my balls bouncing off the underside of her ass.
She grunted as I drove into her. Each thrust threatening to send her right over the top of the couch. My hips were strong, but she was equally as strong. She was built to take a punishing fuck.
I increased my speed and the friction from her tight as hell pussy became too much to take. I felt my balls draw up.
“I’m going to cum.”
“Inside me.”
I thrust twice more, the last one pushing my hips as far forward as I could. “Aaaah!” I yelled as I exploded my warm load deep inside her.
“Luke!” she screamed.
My hand lost its grip on her hair before finding its way onto her hips. I leaned forward, spooning her horizontally as she continued to grab the edge of the couch, gasping for breath.
I kissed her on the back of her neck before leaning back and slowly pulling out my dick. Each inch hurting more than the last. My member was so sensitive and she was still so tight.
I reached forward and took her hand and began moving.
“Where are we going?”
“Time to clean up, and get dirty all over again.”
“You’re ready already?” She asked amazed.
“Give me a couple minutes. Three tops. For you, I’ll always be ready.”
CHAPTER 17
Zoey
The night, and the early morning hours, had been amazing. Luckily neither of us had morning classes so we could sleep in. Not that we used the time for sleeping.
I sat at the kitchen table having a coffee while he prepared bacon and eggs in his underwear. Easily the most amazing sight I’d ever seen in the morning.
We finished breakfast and he held out his hand. I placed mine in his. I could have put both inside one of his. His groin wasn’t the only thing that was huge about him.
“Now for the hard part,” he said.
“I thought you’d been giving me the hard part this whole time,” I said, followed by a wink.
He smirked. “The moving forward part.”
“Oh, that,” I said. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to this part, but I wasn’t worried about it either. Sure, people would have their thoughts, and say whatever they wanted, but I didn’t care. I was an adult. Being around him made me feel powerful. Made me disregard the thoughts and feelings of people who didn’t matter. But there were still two people’s thoughts and feelings who mattered a lot.
“My mom and dad.”
“That’s it, but not exactly,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“How do you feel about your mom and dad in regards to what we have?”
“Well, my first thought is how they feel. Isn’t that important?”
“Very important. Of course.”
“Well, I’m an adult now, and I can make my own choices. Of course I will do so with their feelings in mind, but ultimately this is my life and I have to do what I want. What I choose.”
“And what, exactly, do you choose?”
I smiled as I held his hand tighter. “I choose you, of course.” He lifted my hand up to his lips and kissed it. I was waiting for him to say the same words, but he said nothing. “And you?”
“You know I choose you too. There’s no decision to be made. I want you and you only.”
“But what about my parents? Somebody’s got to tell them.”
“Somebody already did tell them,” he said cocking an eyebrow at me.
“I didn’t say a thing,” I said.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t put you in such an awkward position.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“I spoke with your dad last night. It was a good conversation, as our conversations have been for over thirty years now.”
“And?”
“He gave me his blessing.”
“You’re joking me?”
“He said he wasn’t entirely surprised. He always knew you were very mature for your age. He thought you might meet someone at college, if that’s what you wanted, but he didn’t expect it to be me.”
“But it wasn’t a problem for him?”
“No. He said it actually made a lot of sense.”
I looked away for a second to process what he was saying. I returned my eyes to his. “It does make sense. My dad’s always looked up to you and what you’ve accomplished in your life. He’s always talked very fondly of you, of course, so it just makes sense that I would hold you in such high regards.”
“It could, but you still have to have your own opinion.”
“Right, and of course I do. My dad’s words carry weight, for sure, but the decision is mine.”
“And you’re comfortable with that?”
“Of course.”
“You know the social stigma it can carry. The strange looks and the whispers.”
“The strange looks and whispers will be more out of jealousy I think. I mean come on. You’re a certified hottie. And you don’t really look your age at all.”
“Thanks, I don’t feel my age at all. Physically at least. I feel much younger.”
“You feel much younger, which is great, but you act with wisdom and experience, which is even more greater.”
“More greater, huh?”
“So you’re even a professor on your off hours.”
“Not a professor, that title means nothing to me.”
“Then what do you consider yourself?”
“A leader and a teacher.”
“Well, that’s perfect.”
“Why is that?”
Leader: A May December Navy SEAL Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 6) Page 4
