by Kara Liane
I was actually grateful that he had just allayed my fears.
“So go lie down on the bed and give me ten minutes. Then your sweet, sexy, body is mine. Got it?” he asked with just the right edge of aggressiveness.
I was so damn turned on, I couldn’t even come back with anything snarky or cute. All I could do was nod my head. He nodded his in return, and grunted. I practically ran to my bedroom. I could hear my shower running in the bathroom. I was shaking in anticipation. I imagined the water cascading down his body, much like I wanted a shower of his cum to cascade down on me.
Oh shit, that’s probably TMI!
I told myself to be a good girl and lie down on the bed, adhere to his command. I hoped I survived this powerhouse of a man—he was once again acting like the unstoppable force I needed him to be. There was only one thing I wondered at that point: in preparation for our lovemaking, should I rub one out too?
Chapter 14: Shedding the Layers
Everly
I decided not to, actually. It isn’t a big deal for a female to come a million times; in fact, it is preferred. I knew he’d love how fast I would get off—and the number of times I could get off. I didn’t have too much experience with multiple orgasms, but I figured they were clearly on the menu tonight. After all, he was Brent.
I did the armpit-sniff check to make sure I still smelled good. I thought about sneaking into the bathroom to brush my teeth really quickly, but I knew I’d end up hopping in the shower with him if I did that. So I pulled a mint from my bedside drawer and popped it in my mouth instead; that would have to do. I also pulled out the box of condoms I had purchased specifically for our encounter. I set them on the top of the nightstand. I was proud that, once again, I carefully had thought, planned, and prepared for this operation. Now to execute it! I laughed to myself, thinking his military ways were rubbing off on me already.
I couldn’t wait for other things of his to rub off on me either.
I wasn’t under any illusions about getting pregnant or getting some disease, so condoms were a must. I suspected Brent was clean, though—and I had obviously been willing to sleep with him last time. We’d never even bothered with “that” conversation. But since I had had time to think, things were different.
I wasn’t very worried, because I assumed the military ran panels of blood work to ensure their troops were healthy. And I sure knew I was healthy. For fuck’s sake, he’d just returned from the desert! I was pretty confident nothing would have happened over there, and I sure knew I hadn’t gotten any action while he was away. But fuck me . . . if neither of us had brought rubbers tonight, I would have used cellophane if I had to. I’m a resourceful girl. Yeah, I was that desperate for him.
I was still clothed except for my shoes, which I kicked off by the side of the bed. I decided to dispense with the top and bottoms, though, and just to wait for him in my undergarments. I had even managed to make a trip to a swanky lingerie store to surprise him. I overpaid, of course, but I knew our first full night together would be worth it. I’d just cut back on my coffee or make some other sacrifice in my finances to be able to afford it. You know how much the night meant to me if I was willing to sacrifice my coffee! I spritzed on some cucumber-melon spray, making sure I hit the targets. The necessary areas any girl needs to spray are the neck, the mandatory crotch shot, and then into the air in front of you so you can walk through the scent cloud to coat yourself.
I also applied some lip tint. I read somewhere that men are driven wild if the color of the lips on your face matches the lips of your pussy. Yes, ladies, this requires you to actually study your petals. There was no shame or embarrassment in doing so on my end—I just imagined my research paying off. I, for one, wanted to use all the weapons in my arsenal to seduce a man. Correction! To seduce this man, even if he was an easy target. Brent was the most special man I had ever met. He was worth it, and I wanted to please him. I also decided to dim the lighting in my room. I wanted it slightly dark to make it sensual, but not pitch black. I needed to see my man.
I’m testing out that term of endearment a lot . . .
I heard the shower turn off, so I quickly scrambled into bed, anxiously waiting for him to appear. I was panting so hard that I felt sure he must have been able to hear me through the wall. I was just so keyed up. I was already soaking wet, and my pussy was screaming for attention. I dug my nails into my palms; the bite of pain helped stave off the hunger brewing inside my starved body. I was definitely HFTS—hurting for the squirting—by that point, and I was afraid I’d end up coming before he even entered the room. I couldn’t keep my legs still. I tried to squeeze my knees together as the throbbing intensified and the aching in my cunt became overwhelming.
I heard the bathroom door open, so I sat up to take a peek. He walked the two steps out of the bathroom and was quickly standing in my bedroom doorway with hungry eyes. I guess I had expected to see Brent either in a towel that would’ve been too incredibly small to house all his masculinity, or in some state of dress. But he wasn’t. He was naked as could be. I moaned so loudly, it was probably disturbing. I threw myself back on the bed. Even looking at him was overwhelming. He was too much! All those months of hoping, wishing, dreaming, praying, and driving myself crazy—it all came down to that moment.
I didn’t hear him walk into my room, let alone come over to the bed, so I didn’t know where he was. I finally worked up the courage to look. I was being such a coward about this whole situation!
What, am I some high school virgin? I’m being ridiculous.
I had to scold myself! I peeked. He was still standing in my doorway with a stare that could only be described as “the Brent look.” It was predatory, sexy, all-consuming, and hot, hot, hot! I was surprised I didn’t incinerate on the spot. Clenching my thighs together again did not help—it only made me more aware of the absolute need to conquer him and come.
I can do this. I can take him.
Brenneth
I summoned all the willpower I had not to ejaculate again so soon. Fuck me. I’d just gotten off in the shower, and already my dick was harder than before and ready to go again. It had never been like this. It was because of Everly. She did this to me. I had been thinking about this moment and dreaming about it since before I even left for the desert. Now there she was, staring me in the face. I felt like it was my first time taking a woman all over again.
I always found myself just gawking at her. I think her beauty and sexiness shocked my system. That was something I didn’t think I’d ever get used to. She did it for me in every way, and I was beyond taken with her.
I was in love.
That may seem crazy to some people, but from the moment she practically ran me down at the graduation, I had fallen for her—literally and figuratively. When I fell, I never stopped falling. I could admit it to myself. I wasn’t going to scare her for now by revealing that, though. The fact that she had shown up at the party meant so fucking much to me. It solidified what I already knew.
I just found it funny that I was supposed to be the one to sweep her off her feet, and yet she had managed to do this role-reversal thing. It didn’t bother me in the slightest that she kept surprising me—I was man enough to accept her need for control. I had plenty of testosterone, and she had plenty of estrogen. So at the end of the day, we both knew the gender score even if the line blurred a little sometimes. I could handle it. I could handle her, and she could certainly handle me. I just adored how powerful she was one minute, and then the next almost shy. We could both choose to be in control sometimes, and to give up control other times. We could both just be . . . together.
“Ev . . .” I rasped out.
Her head snapped up. I had caught her staring eagerly at my cock. She looked at me in the eyes intently. I think she had registered the use of a nickname. Her beautiful face was suffused with that luscious pink color again. I was so drawn to her pouty lips. Their color drew me in, but I couldn’t figure out exactly why. This woman was a walking
wet dream for me.
We both needed a few moments to collect ourselves. I knew I would catch her off guard by walking out of the bathroom naked. Hell, I surprised myself. There was simply no point in putting on any more layers when they were finally going to come off.
The need to be with her was pulsing through my veins. Desire was radiating off our bodies, and the humming down below, urging me to conquer, was a deep, ravenous sensation. I knew the hammering in my heart would not subside until she was mine completely and fully. I was cuntcentrating so hard on her glorious figure lying there. And, fuck yeah, I was thinking all kinds of dirty things. She brought a wild, uninhibited creature side out of me. The need to drive into her was palpable; I was lost to lust.
She was wearing a sexy, ice-blue, lace bra-and-panty set. It looked amazing on her. In the dim light, her skin beamed and beckoned to me. The blue lingerie gave off a beautiful, alluring glow. Her eyes were electric—and transfixed on me. I looked her up and down, and down and back up again and again. Her bare feet were even fucking sexy and dainty, just like in my dream. Never mind that that dream had turned into a nightmare later. This sure wouldn’t. She was the real deal, in the flesh, and I couldn’t wait to taste, touch, and discover everything. The tiny snippet of her essence I had tasted back in February was nothing compared to what I’d feast on next.
I didn’t know where I wanted to start first on her. Sex had always been about pleasure and the ultimate goal of getting off, just because it felt so good. This was so different, though. It was still about pleasure—of course I would take the opportunity to blow my load—but it was more about the culmination of two people becoming one. It wasn’t a race to the finish. When I came, it would be inside her. Releasing into her would help me connect to her in a primal way.
I could see the box of condoms on the bedside table. I was fine with using one. I made a mental note to inform her later that there would be no more barriers between us going forward, though. She would also soon find out that tonight would be a turning point in our fledgling relationship. Once I had her, I wasn’t letting her go. If she or I weren’t ready to say the words, I’d show her how I felt with the joining of our bodies and by the movements we’d make. I’d have her limbs singing a fucking glorious tune after I played and strummed her most intimate parts.
I inhaled deeply, savoring the flavors and scents swirling in the air. It was a heady combination of her feminine juices mixed with her fruity perfume. My mouth watered as I took everything in, and I could feel my balls tighten while my dick pulsed. It was unnerving how much I desired her.
All the nights of lying in my bed alone in the sandbox were about to be rewarded. I was thriving as a person because of her—and the pulsating head of my cock was finally coming home. Her silky entrance would be like the stairs to a temple, and I would drop to my knees in honor of the power she had over me. A switch had flipped in me a long time ago, and she was the one who could turn the power on or off.
How do I tell her what she means to me, what she does to me, what she is to me?
There was only one way at that point.
As my cock jutted forward, tall and proud, and a drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip, I walked around to the side of the bed. She laid there, completely still, with eyes wide open. My big hands caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes for a moment as if cherishing the touch. She was so striking when she let me see this soft side of her. I was in awe of her strength, but I was paralyzed by her softness. I gently sat on the bed, and she kept her eyes closed. I kissed each eyelid as she smiled shyly. I planted a kiss on her forehead, then added a chaste one to her lips. I was going to go slow, sweet, and gentle. My passion was all-consuming, but for her, I would fight the need to drill inside immediately. She needed finesse and care at first.
I kissed her neck, then licked the spot I had just kissed. I blew on the wet area, and she sighed in contentment. I saw gooseflesh pop up on her skin. I knew she was feeling it everywhere. I wanted her to feel me everywhere. I wanted to reach the heart of her with the riot of sensations I was causing. I flicked her earlobe with the tip of my tongue, and then sucked it into my mouth. She began moaning uncontrollably. She released her hands’ grip on the bedspread and arranged them on my head to hold me in place. Inwardly, I was so elated that I could affect her so easily and that she responded in the most divine way. Her desires spurred my desires. I never wanted it to end.
I kissed her shoulders and the sides of her ribs, ignoring her breasts for a minute. I kissed across her stomach and licked her belly button, tugging on the hoop she wore this time. She squirmed, and her breathing was heavy. Her legs were starting to thrash. She had let go of my head to once again grab the bedspread. I positioned myself to be over her instead of sitting to the side. Even though she wasn’t looking at me, it was so sexy and more intimate somehow. I didn’t think she kept her eyes shut because she was shy or embarrassed—I thought it was because she needed to feel things on her terms.
I placed a kiss at the apex of her thighs, right on her pretty, blue, lacy panties. I smelled her deliciousness since I was so close to her tight hole. I couldn’t help myself. I had to lick her right on the nub, through her underwear. She gasped in surprise, and I could smell and see a gush of liquid seep out as she coated those pretty panties. I knew her velvety lips needed to be sucked, tasted, stroked, and cared for. All in good time, though. She was ripe and ready for the taking, but I would be patient—tonight. I didn’t trust myself not to blow my own plan to shit, though, so the panties had to stay on for a little longer.
I moved my way back up her stomach and cupped her tits in my hands. She arched her back for me as if presenting them on a platter. This was the best kind of gift. I would certainly oblige by accepting them.
“Sweetheart, you’re so fucking gorgeous. God, I have never wanted anyone or anything more in my life. I need to be inside you, but I also need to touch you, and taste you, and feel you everywhere. I will never be able to get enough of this.” I was overcome with emotion.
Whether she realized it or not, I saw a tear leak out from each eye and fall to the bed. I didn’t think anything was wrong; in fact, I thought everything was perfect. Maybe it was just as powerful and moving for her as it was for me. I kissed her eyelids again and then took her lips, sweetly nibbling on their plumpness. I swirled my tongue inside. She opened to me easily, granting me full access. She moaned into my mouth, and I moaned right back, matching her fervor. She grabbed my head again and held on tightly. I pulled back after a few minutes, and she released me.
She finally opened her eyes.
I gasped at what I saw. It was trust, it was acceptance, and it was . . . love.
I wanted to fucking tell her that I loved her too, but I kept quiet. No more words. Just action. I slid my hands under her shoulders and unclasped her bra. I pulled the fabric away and threw it behind me. Her tits stood up, the points puckering under my gaze and admiration. I sucked each nipple into my mouth and gave them little bites. The tips were so pink and delectable, I couldn’t stop myself from indulging. She closed her eyes again, lost in what I was doing to her. Her body was quaking a little, and I imagined she was getting close to orgasm. I desperately wanted to give her one before I entered her in order to ensure she was slick, juicy, and beyond ready to receive my large cock.
I kept sucking one nipple while rolling the other with my fingers. Then I alternated. I stayed on those beauties for quite some time, all while she managed to flail about. Finally, she hugged me perfectly around the waist with her long legs, and I was nestled right in between them. Right where I wanted to be. My dick was rubbing and rocking against her heat—the panties would have a hole in them soon if we kept at it. The beast raging inside me was starting to come unleashed. I knew I couldn’t stop it this time.
I reached my hand down to her pussy and pushed the panties to the side. I lightly touched her folds. Ah, so feminine and intoxicating. She was fucking soaked and needy. I growled against her breasts. I needed
to feel the delicateness inside her. I tentatively swirled my pointer finger around the entrance to coat everything further, and then dipped it into her channel. She clenched down immediately on my finger, gripping it so perfectly. I made the in-and-out motion, and then added a second digit.
“Oh my God, Brent. I need you so badly. I’m on fucking fire here. Please!” she cried out.
I knew she was begging for release, and it was so good to hear. I would give it to her. I would give anything to her.
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name,” I succeeded in responding.
I added a third finger, stretching her further. When I did, she was stuffed full. I had to really work to get in and out. I knew my cock was obviously wider than three fingers, so I knew I would have to take my time getting her ready to accommodate me. Her insides gripped me like my love for her gripped my heart. My love and lust were undeniable. I removed my hand. When I entered her again with my fingers, I only used two. But this time I stroked her walls and hooked them just so, right where I knew her G-spot was. As I did that, I used the pad of my thumb to rub her engorged clit.
Her bundle of nerves protected by that sexy hood was protruding, begging for my touch. I knew everything was concentrated in that one, small, monumental spot. She went off like a dam had burst and the levies broke apart. Wave after wave of sweet liquid flowed from her center. I pulled my hand away again, but only so I could lap up the rest of her release with my lips and tongue. She screamed and screamed, and I ate and ate. She was succulent. The musk of her cream made my libido ignite like it contained the fuel of all the oil reserves in the world.
After she rode out the vestiges of her wild orgasm, I knew she was ready to finally take me to the absolute depths her pussy would allow. The time had finally come. I moved to grab a condom, and I thought once more about how many layers I’d shed so far.
