by Carlos Dash
That’s right. You guessed correctly. I sweep Emily off her feet (in the literal sense) and carry her in my arms as I walk towards my bedroom. I wouldn’t be surprised if she started laughing, but the girl doesn’t make a sound. She just looks at me with trust.
As I cross the threshold of my bedroom’s doorway, I flip on the lights using my elbow. I take Emily to my bed and gently place her on top of the comforter. Her breasts sway a little as her body adjusts to the mattress.
The compulsion to grin like an idiot started to bubble to the surface (believe me, all men want to smile like this when they know sex is on the horizon), but I push it back down and focus on her boots. She’s obviously watching me very closely, because the moment I do that, she raises her right foot in answer, inviting me to take the boots off one at a time so that I can have easy access to her jeans.
I carelessly rip the boots off and toss them somewhere behind me.
She can find them in the morning. Boots don’t just get up and walk away on their own power.
Locating the button on her jeans, I slide them off her body and enjoy the sight of her exposed legs and the black underwear she’s wearing.
There it is. The Holy Grail.
I take my time taking off the rest of the girl’s clothes. I save her underwear for last, building up the anticipation inside of my head. When the moment comes to peel it off, Emily raises her legs off the bed by about four inches, making the process much easier for me.
She has the entire area down there shaved.
Obviously I shouldn’t be thinking about it, but I start to wonder how many other guys have enjoyed this same exact view.
Damn. Why is this on my mind?
A sharp jab of jealousy hits me in the gut, and I really don’t have a clue how it got to be there. Perplexing.
I barely know the girl. Why am I getting upset at the thought of her with other guys? It’s none of my business. It isn’t like we’re engaged or something. She can sleep with anyone she wants, assuming she took precautions to be safe about it.
Speaking of which…
“Are you on the pill or do you want me to go and get one of my condoms?”
Chapter 14
Emily seems to need a few seconds to think about my question, which I find to be very odd. How can she not know if she uses any birth control?
When she does finally speak, she says something that rocks me to my core.
“Um, I don’t know how these things are supposed to go. This is actually my first time.”
“What?!” The word comes out much louder than I meant it to, but I’m sure my tone matches the shocked expression on my face.
I hate it when people use the term “jaw dropping” as I feel it’s said far too much, but this is a situation that truly deserves to be called jaw dropping. This is the epitome of jaw dropping.
How could she do this to me? How could she spring this on me after I’ve already undressed her?
“You’re a virgin? Seriously? Seriously?!”
What? Why is she smiling like that?
Oh, she got me good.
“What a time to make a joke,” I groan as she tilts her head back and laughs.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist. I just thought it would be a nice way to loosen things up and get rid of some of the tension.”
“You do realize that you’re naked, don’t you?
“Really? I had no idea. Hey, what happened to my clothes?”
I try really hard not to smile, but I fail at the mission. Well, at least I made her laugh again. Sure, it was at my expensive this time, but I don’t mind.
“Can you please just focus?” I ask the girl.
Emily huffs through her nostrils, causing a strand of her hair to flutter for half a second.
“I’m on the pill, alright. Don’t worry about it.”
Don’t worry about it. When it comes to the thought of becoming a father, no man wants to hear the woman he’s about to have sex with say “Don’t worry about it.”
But in this case, I’ll just have to trust her. She doesn’t strike me as the type who would commit entrapment on a guy… although I’ve heard some really horrifying stories about wealthy men in my position being targeted by gold-diggers who want to get pregnant with their children.
The thought of child support money makes people do crazy things.
“Okay then,” I say, looking down at my own polished, black shoes, which I quickly take off. “My turn.”
I begin to unbutton my shirt, enjoying how the girl’s eyes widen as she sees my muscular frame.
“Wow, I didn’t think old guys like you could get ripped like that.” Emily jokes playfully as she looks at my abs.
“Very funny.”
Her eyes widen again as she sees my penis out in the open, now fully erect. Eight inches (yes, I measured it… we were all teenagers who were curious about our bodies at one time or another… don’t judge me).
“Not getting nervous, are you?” I ask the girl as I kick my pants away and move closer to the bed.
She pauses before responding, but when she does speak, her voice is steady.
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
I don’t need any more invitation than that.
Since Emily isn’t actually a virgin (What a relief. I don’t want to be anyone’s first or anyone’s last), I don’t have to go slow with her. Hell, even if she was a virgin, I’m not sure my body would have permitted me to take things slowly.
I feel like I’m going to burn up if I don’t plunge into her right away, but now I have to worry about how warmed up she is. It won’t be comfortable for either of us if she isn’t wet enough.
I carefully insert my index finger into her vagina. I watch her reaction as I do this. She closes her eyes and is forcing her lips together to keep from moaning. My progression inside of her doesn’t stop until she loses control of her nerves and her mouth drops open.
“Oh, yeah,” she moans. “Yeah. Just like that.”
I keep this up for another minute before I take my finger out and carefully aim my manhood over her entrance. I spread her legs a little further apart to give me enough room, and then I put the very tip of my penis inside of her.
Hot damn. She’s tight.
I let out a sharp breath of air at the sensations I’m experiencing, and then I lean forward and place the rest of my body over hers, careful not to weigh her down or hurt her. Our lips meet again and we exchange another kiss. The moment we break that embrace apart to come up for oxygen, I plant my hands on either side of her, and then I drive into her with as much power as I can muster from my current position.
Chapter 15
I’m fully embedded inside the girl and she feels amazing. Hell, amazing might not be a word that does her justice.
Just the right amount of tightness and moisture. My index finger has done its job and then some. She’s ready for an all-out assault.
Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t had sex in weeks that’s causing me to think this way, but I really believe that none of the girls I’ve ever been with have felt this good. It’s like her vagina is on a different plane of existence… yes, I know how weird that sounds, but I can’t think of any other way to describe it. Think about the best sex you’ve ever had, and then multiply that by about fifty.
Sounds good, doesn’t it?
Yeah, and things are just starting out.
I pull out of her and she hisses into my ear—I didn’t know if that was voluntary or not, and frankly I don’t care. I’m just focused on reentry and how good it’s going to feel when I’m back inside her.
“Why… are… you… stopping?” Emily gasps, her eyes still tightly shut.
I don’t answer. There’s no need.
I drive into her again, and this time I don’t let up for another fifteen minutes, right around the time my chest starts to burn and I have no choice but to slow down.
Emily takes advantage of this moment to reposition her body underneath mine. She wraps
her legs around my bare ass and puts her arms over my shoulders.
We’re looking right into each other’s eyes again. I’m transfixed. Her skin is glistening with minor traces of sweat, and I can feel her chest rising and falling, her nipples rubbing against my skin.
If I died right at this moment, I would pass away a very happy man.
This is about as good as it gets. Pure carnal lust. There’s nothing like it. Any problems that are plaguing your mind will just fade away into darkness, not returning until the pleasure has completely worn off.
Our eyes are locked onto each and I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. Looking into another human’s eyes as you have sex is so personal. So intimate. It doesn’t fit what we’re doing here.
This was just supposed to be about meaningless sex. Nothing more.
No, I definitely can’t keep doing this. One of us has to look away, and seeing as Emily doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to do so, it’s up to me.
I blink down at her brown eyes and tear my gaze away from hers. I focus in on a spot about three feet above her head.
We resume our act and I jump right back into the thick of things. Now every single time I reenter Emily, I can vaguely feel the nails of her hands scratching into the skin of my back. Several times her legs come close to unwrapping from my backside, but she always manages to keep clinging on.
I don’t mind either thing—her nails on my back or her legs being around me. It just adds to the fervor and lust I’m feeling.
As far as I’m concerned, she can do anything she wants other than bite me.
Believe it or not, there are plenty of weirdoes in this world who enjoy getting bitten during sex. Fucked up, right? Luckily for you, I’m not into anything like that, so you won’t have to read about it.
Chapter 16
After what has to be another ten minutes, Emily arches her back and opens her mouth again. She makes a sound that’s somewhere between a growl and a scream, and the next thing I know, her body is writhing underneath mine.
She’s having an orgasm… a powerful one that causes her to repeatedly bang her head against the mattress.
A flood of moisture came into Emily’s vagina and gathers around my penis.
I didn’t think it was possible, but being inside of her now feels even more incredible.
I start to fire in and out of her with previously undiscovered speed, the newfound lubrication doing wonders.
The girl begins to chant “Oh, God” in an endless rhythm that goes on longer than I would have thought possible.
Finally, several ticks later, her body regains some modicum of steadiness. A pressure in the lower part of my gut tells me that it won’t be long now, that my own climax is on its way with the force of a hurricane.
“I’m about to come,” I whisper into the girl’s ear, bending my neck a little.
She jerk her head to one side as a means of saying “Do it.”
I have the all-clear from her, so there’s no need for me to pull out—and I’m so lost in the pleasure that I don’t have the willpower to pull out anyway. I try to keep my mouth closed during the experience, but as the moment arrives, feeling very much like the breaking of a dam, my lips part and I grunt like a wild animal. My jizz spurts inside of Emily and I keep thrusting into her during the whole process.
Closing my eyes, I let my head fall next to the girl’s. I can feel my heart battering against my chest as if threatening to burst free and make a run for it. I don’t even need to open my eyes to know that Emily’s chest is rising and falling the same as mine.
For a while, we just stay like that, breathing hard as our bodies recover, sweat glistening all over our naked forms.
I’m in no hurry to get up and get dressed, or even to take a shower. I feel completely relaxed. No anxiety. No wandering thoughts about what work I have to do Monday morning in the office.
I’m perfectly content to lie there with Emily until she decides that she’s had enough.
The minutes are passing by and now I’m not even bothering to keep track of them. We could have been like this for an hour for all I know. Who really cares? Bottom line is that I got exactly what I needed. My stress has boarded the nearest bus and let itself be driven away.
“Wow,” the girl says, interrupting the silence, still not breathing one-hundred percent normally. “That was better than I thought it would be.”
I turn to look at her with raised eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Only about half of my irritation is genuine.
“Oh, come on. I didn’t mean it that way. I knew the sex would be good, but this… I…” she hesitates for a few beats before continuing. “I really think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Seriously.”
Have you ever been struck with the sudden desire to stand up and pump your fist in the air, yelling “Fuck yeah!” as loud as you can?
No? Well, then you won’t understand what I’m going through.
I can tell she isn’t lying. She actually means every word.
Best sex she has ever had.
Well done, Dorian. Well done.
Chapter 17
I can see from Emily’s eyes and the curvature of her lips that she’s expecting me to say something positive about her performance as well.
I don’t need to exaggerate at all. She was fantastic.
“You were really great, too,” I admit, looking right at her. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. I honestly don’t think I can go back to having normal sex now. It’ll just pale in comparison to tonight.”
I mean that. I really do.
Emily smiles and leans her head against her palm. Her brown locks are still perfectly intact, and they’re framing her face in a way that makes me want to just lie there and stare at her all night.
Damn, what the hell is wrong with me? Men aren’t supposed to think about such things, not even within the confines of their own heads.
“Thanks,” the girl says, brushing some hair away from her forehead. “And thanks for tonight. I really needed this.”
“I needed it too, but you’re forgetting something.”
“What’s that?”
“The night isn’t over.”
That’s when Emily and I launch into what can only be described as “the second round.”
This time her legs are over my shoulders as I plowed into her, enjoying the sight of her tits moving after every thrust.
What a view.
She’s something else. I find myself wishing that we could just stay in this moment. An endless loop of great sex. No worries. No anxieties. Just the incredible passion.
But life doesn’t work that way. You always have to move forward. There’s no such thing as staying in one place.
After I come inside Emily for the second time, we reach that awkward period where a girl doesn’t know whether the guy wants her to stay the night or not.
I get underneath the sheets, placing my head on one of the two pillows, and gesture for Emily to do the same. I have no problem with her spending the night with me in my home. Fifty percent of that has to do with the compulsion to be a gentleman. The other fifty percent has to do with the possibility of us having sex again in the morning.
I look at the alarm clock on the bedside table next to me as Emily joins me under the sheets. It’s nearly midnight.
How time flies when you’re having a good time.
I feel Emily’s movements next to me. She’s a bit restless, turning every few seconds to find a comfortable position.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a guy or a girl, when you’re sleeping in someone else’s bed, regardless of how physically draining the sex was, it’s going to take you a while to settle down and become accustomed to everything below you and above you. It’s the natural reaction of the body when presented with foreign conditions.
“Turn off the light,” Emily says to me.
I comply with that and reach over to the lamp. Darkness envelopes us as I think about what t
he girl and I have just done.
It was so intense. So enjoyable. And it was all thanks to me forgetting about that redhead.
I may have regretted doing that before, but now, after having sex with Emily, I’m glad things went down the way they did. Not to say that I’m happy I treated the redhead poorly, but one thing led to another and look where it got me.
If it wasn’t for all that, I probably wouldn’t have met Emily at all.
And now the girl is lying here next to me, trying to fall asleep. I should be getting around to doing the same thing, but I can’t.
I’m just staring at the ceiling as if I’ve never seen anything like it before, taking in each and every monotonous detail of the white paint, hoping it’ll make me drowsy.
Chapter 18
“You still awake?”
Emily’s voice cuts through the darkness a few minutes later.
“Yup.”
“I can’t fall asleep.”
“Neither can I.”
I feel her moving closer to me.
“This isn’t my bed, so it’s a bit of an adjustment. What’s your excuse, though? Why can’t you fall asleep?”
“Must not be tired.” That’s a lie, but it’s a lie any man in my position would be willing to make. I can’t tell her the truth—that her presence is keeping me up, and that the sex we had is still on my mind. That sort of emotional vulnerability is something a guy has to keep to himself.
“Do you want to talk?”
That comes from Emily. A question she poses in the dark that unsettles me. None of the women I’ve ever been with have suggested such a thing after sex.
Talk? Only couples talk after sex. Not people like us. Not strangers who are screwing around with no intention of seeing each other again.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, just to pass the time. Lull us to sleep.”
“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything.”
“Anything? If I start discussing different types of mucus, you wouldn’t have any problem with that?”
