It’s amazing how hot she looks, even when she’s just waking up. Those tits set free in the half-tee, yeah, I need to “massage” those. She has to know what she’s doing to me. She could have asked me to wait outside a bit while she changed. She’s either a good actress or completely innocent and unaware of how scrumptious she is.
Stepping into her apartment, it takes every ounce of willpower not to press her against the wall and feel every inch of her still warm from the blankets body.
Down boy. I try to hide my growing erection with the grocery bag. “Steph, if you want I can come by a little later. I just figured you’d be awake already.”
She points toward the laptop sitting on her coffee table. “I was up late studying. Summer sessions at UNLV go by fast, so I have to cram harder and faster. I don’t have as much time as during the regular semester. On the bright side, class is over in the blink of an eye.” she answers with a smile.
I’m still stuck on ‘harder and faster’ and how her lips looked when she said the words.
As the silence stretches between us, she fills it, eyes going to the bag of donuts. “What’s in the bag?”
Looking down at them, I turn the bag to show her the logo on the side. “I picked up some donuts. We can go somewhere if you like, but since we didn’t plan that far ahead, I figured I’d bring something.”
“You have a serious sweet tooth, don’t you? Pancakes, donuts… do you mainline sugar?”
Fuck, I couldn’t help it, I look at her tits again with those words. I imagine licking and sucking on their sweetness. She crosses her arms over her chest, shifting from foot to foot and I force myself to snap out of it. “Speak, asshole,” my brain is screaming at me. “Say something that doesn’t make you sound like a perv.” Hell, I can’t think of anything. I watch her bite her lip and shift from foot to foot again.
“Well, uh, how about you set those on the kitchen table and I’ll go change out of these pajamas.”
She’s already turning, probably prepared to run screaming from the room when, “Don’t do that on my account,” comes flying out of my mouth. Holy fuckin’ shit. I can’t believe I just said that.
Steph turns around, still biting that lip, her cheeks turning pink. Then, I see her shift from little girl to confident woman right before my eyes. “Okay, pajamas it is. I can always change later. Donuts first; I get first dibs.”
Instead of the kitchen, we end up sitting on the couch. She pushes her laptop backwards to make room for the donuts and coffee and her screen comes to life at the movement. Her desktop is a mess, completely filled with little icons and her Chrome tab shows she has eleven internet tabs open.
“Double task much?” I tease her and she laughs.
“I know. I’m terrible. I can’t leave a dirty dish in the sink, but a thousand tabs and icons don’t bother the OCD side of me.”
She takes a chocolate éclair, puts an end to her mouth and takes a big bite. I nearly groan as her lips wrap around the phallic confection.
Desperate to distract myself, I dig in the bag for my own breakfast. I skip past the other éclair—I’d never thought eating one would look so sensual and I didn’t fancy the picture I had in my head of me holding a chocolate dick to my mouth.
I grab an apple fritter and take a bite and then nearly scald myself on the still too-hot coffee. I risk a glance at her and notice a smudge of chocolate icing on her cheek. I can’t help but smile.
“What?” she asks.
I shake my head, my smile growing bigger.
“What?” she asks again as I point at her face.
“You’ve gotta little…” I point again.
Damn her. Her tongue snakes out in an attempt to wash it off. I shake my head, “Higher.” She tries again, lifting a thumb to assist, but she misses.
“Here, let me.” I grab a napkin, scoot closer and swipe at it ineffectively. The icing is like crazy glue, the son of a bitch won’t wipe off. Inspiration strikes and before I can talk myself out of it, I lean forward and lick it off.
Her entire body stiffens and she pulls away, but only enough to look into my eyes. Her hand lifts, fingers trailing down my cheek, thumb tracing a path over my lower lip.
“You scare me,” she said.
“How do I scare you?”
To my surprise, she removes her hand from my face and scoots closer before curling into a ball at my side. I wrap an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. When she reaches out a hand, I take it, my thumb stroking the softness of her skin.
“The way you make me feel. You make me want to throw all caution to the wind and just… I don’t know… just be crazy and alive.”
“Crazy and alive is fun.”
“I’m learning that.”
Curious, I have to know more. “Haven’t you been crazy and alive before?”
She shakes her head. “More like cautious and anal.”
I don’t believe her. She doesn’t give herself enough credit. “Why do you say that?”
Lifting a shoulder, she looks up at me and I watch her search her mind, trying to find an answer to my question. “I guess I had to grow up really young. I started working when I was fourteen to help make enough money for rent. Like I said the other night, my dad was in a serious accident that left him paralyzed and in a great deal of pain. I had no choice but to go to school, work and take care of him. There really wasn’t time for anything else, so I never had a boyfriend until college.”
“Is that why you wanted to become a nurse?”
She nods. “That’s part of it, but also because my mom was a nurse and after she died, my dad gave me her nursing stuff. She had one of those old-fashioned hats, a stethoscope, her nursing pin. I wore that hat like most girls would wear a tiara.”
“You were really good the other day. With the pregnant mom and the little boy. You’ll make a fabulous nurse… or a paramedic… or any damn thing you choose.”
“Thank you. And thank you for encouraging me. Really, I don’t think you know how much that means to me.”
Looking into her green eyes, I’m pulled to her and I stop trying to fight it. I draw her onto my lap, tip her chin up so she would look at me again. “There should be a man encouraging you every day, every minute. You’ve got it all. You’re smart, fun and beautiful.”
She wasn’t able to hold my gaze with the last comment. She frowns and shakes her head.
“Yes,” I insist. “You’re beautiful here.” I touch her nose. “You’re beautiful here.” I touch her forehead. “You’re beautiful here.” I touch the left side of her chest, just above the heart.
She smiles at me and takes my hand. With a shaky inhale, she places it on her breast. Her bottom lip quivers, as if she’s scared, but it wasn’t really scared, more like excited?
“I want you to make…” She pauses and starts again. “I want you to have with sex me,” she says, looking at my face so intently it’s as if she’s trying to read my mind. “I promise I won’t go all crazy and get attached and make your life miserable. And I know we barely know each other and you’ll probably think I’m a slut and…”
I cut off her words with my lips, turning her until she’s straddling my lap. Hands deep in her hair, I force her head back and pave a trail down her soft neck.
She moans and begins to move, shifting her hips back and forth on my crotch. I want to toss her on the floor, fuck her so hard, make her scream as she comes. But, I also want to take my time. She said she’d only been with one man and I believe her, although girls lie about their numbers all the time.
Plus, I know who that one man is. Dickhead. I’ll be damn if I’m not better in bed than that skinny excuse for a cock.
Turning, I lay her on the sofa, my lips moving to her ear. I feel goose bumps rise on her flesh and her body tenses up. Nice. I lick her ear again.
“Where’s the oil from the other night?” Her eyes open and she stares at me. “I want to touch you like you touched me. Is that alright?”
She licks he
r lips, nods and says, “In my bathroom, the cabinet on the left.” She’s breathless. Good.
I’m back in less than a minute and on the sofa again. I also grabbed a towel thinking we’d probably need it. If I have any say in what’s about to happen between us, we’re going to need two.
“Raise your arms,” I instruct and she exhales again, a quick blow of air to bolster her courage. I wait… steady, watching… until she lifts her arms like a child. I grasp the hem of her little night shirt and raise it over her head and nearly moan as her beautiful tits are exposed one by one. As I toss the shirt to the floor, I watch her fidget with discomfort, as if she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.
The women I usually date are sexually aggressive and don’t hesitate to take what they want. Fuck hard. Suck hard. Leave.
With Stephanie, I’m out of my element. I want to make this experience special for her. I want to rock her world just as much as I want to be balls deep inside of her. I continue to slow the pace and feel myself falling under the spell of whatever is happening between us.
Taking one of her trembling fingers, I raise it to my lips. “Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not.” The tremor in her voice makes her a liar. I smile and lean in to taste her again, exploring her mouth with my tongue, groaning when she begins to explore mine. Loving the moment when she grows bolder and moves my hand to her breast.
“Touch me,” she says and I palm her, squeezing her flesh, brushing my thumb across her hardened nipple as I continue to crush our mouths together.
Too fast. I’m going too fast, too urgent. I need to slow down, but the sweetness of her mouth, her fingers clutching my shirt, the permission she’s given turns me into an adolescent, wanting to go only for the score.
I pull away. “Lie down on your stomach.”
She lies on the couch without hesitation or question. Good girl, I think to myself.
Pouring oil in my hand, I then rub them together, warming them, prolonging the moment when I get to touch her skin. Then my hands slide down her back, down her spine and toward the waistband of her pajama bottoms before retracing their path to her shoulders. I knead the muscles there and feel her exhale as goose bumps rise on her skin.
I work my hands around her shoulder blades and feel the knots. “Oh my god, go deeper if you want. That feels so good.” Deeper it is. I work the knots out with my thumbs, pressing harder and feel the pop when the knot releases a whole band of tension. Slowly I move around her ribs, just barely glancing at the outer edges of her breasts.
I stroke down her arms and to her fingertips and back up. I find myself fascinated by the white stripe of skin across her back, the stark white of the tan line than interrupts the golden hue of her body.
Back at her pajama bottoms, I slip my fingers beneath the elastic and she tenses but doesn’t stop me as I pull them over her, holy god, beautiful round ass and down her legs. I stand up and look down on the woman in front of me. I knew she had a good body, but wasn’t prepared for the perfect skin that made each curve so inviting. Two dimples on her lower back, white ass from her bikini bottom. Tan lines never looked so cute. A heart-shaped birthmark sits high on her right cheek. I can’t stop myself from leaning over and tracing it with my tongue.
She wiggles, pressing her thighs together and arching her back. I love how responsive she is to my touch. It makes me want to give more, touch more, tease more. As a test, I open my mouth and give the birthmark a gentle bite.
She whimpers and her butt cheeks tighten up.
Nice. She likes it and I bite her again for confirmation. She groans, a sound that vibrates down her body. Then, a little whisper from her… “Please.”
“Please what?” I ask her.
“Please don’t stop.”
“Stop what? This…” I run my tongue from the small of her back to her ear, licking and sucking on the lobe. “Or this…” I trace my tongue down her spine and down the crack of her ass, not stopping my downward descent until I reach her feet. “Or this…” I lift her foot and take a toe in my mouth. Sucking and biting lightly.
She comes alive, twisting and jerking as the pleasure courses through her. I suck and she twists again. Toe by toe, I take my time. Down her arch, nipping the sensitive area along the way and she nearly squeals and tries to pull away.
Hands on her hips, I flip her over, surprising her with my strength and my ability to move her so easily. She stops laughing and her mouth draws into a little o. I quickly move up her from her stomach, unable to resist her lips.
When I stop kissing her, I trace my tongue down her chest and capture her right nipple between my teeth. “Or this…” I say before I lose control and suck and lick one breast and then another.
“Yes,” she manages to say, her breath in deep rasps. “All of it, any of it. Please. Just don’t fucking stop.”
I love when she begs. It seems she’s passive, enjoying the attention and the submission. I hope she’ll enjoy the form of attention I’ll give her.
Scraping my teeth along the underside of her breast, I try to discover her tolerance for pain. Her fingers tighten in my hair and her hips buck up, searching for needed pressure. Sweet, this is the pressure she needs.
“You like that?” I ask and take a nip of skin just over her ribs.
She groans, her fingers a tight band in my scalp. “Yes.” Her hands move down my neck, across my shoulders and she tugs at the material. “Please. I want to touch you too.” I let her pull my shirt over my head.
Her eyes move to my jeans and she sits up, reaching for the snap. I grasp her hand and her beautiful eyes lift to mine, full of questions.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” I say and watch her pupils dilate further. She looks like one of the girls in a voodoo movie I saw. I push her back onto the cushions and pull her hips to the edge of the sofa. I like this position better, her sitting up and facing me. I sit back on my heels, kneeling in front of her and take everything in.
Big eyes, soft mouth, heaving chest. Her cheeks are flushed with pleasure and her fingers flex and relax on the cushions beside her. Her knees are together, hiding the one place I want most to see. A hint of hair peeks out at me from the apex of her thighs and I wonder… wonder… what the rest of her looks like.
Long moments pass as I allow the tension between us to increase, then I can’t stop myself and raise my hands to her knees. Slowly, so damn slowly, I part her legs, pushing against her fear of exposure, keeping my eyes on hers, silently urging her to trust me, until her legs are wide apart in front of me.
She blows out a breath and then bites her lip. I drop my gaze to her other lips, and my balls tighten in anticipation of kissing those as well.
Leaning in, I plant a soft kiss on her neatly trimmed hair. I come close, but purposefully avoid her clit. I circle around it, moving my tongue into her slit. She bucks her hips and I feel her foot move to my shoulder, a hand in my hair pulls me harder against her sex.
She’s hot and wet as I taste her for the first time, drinking her in, plunging my tongue deep inside. I nibble at her plump lips, sucking one and then the other, her sighs and moans urging me on.
She’s panting and so am I, but I’m nowhere close to being done. I slide one finger and then another into her and feel her insides clench around them. So damn sexy. The smell is addictive.
As I begin to move in and out, I find her clit with my tongue and she curses. I smile, but never stop my strokes. She curses again, her fingers pulling my head closer as her thighs squeeze my head in a vice-like grip.
Her arousal fills my nose as I stroke and lick and suck her. I look up just in time to watch her face contort into her cum face. Chin up, mouth open, eyes closed. I wonder if women know how hot that is.
Her body is just coming down from her ecstasy as she opens her eyes. She blushes when she catches me watching. She has only one word as she breaks into a smile, “Wow.” The look of satiety in her eyes makes me want to thump my chest.
Standing up,
I watch her wallow in her post-orgasmic moment, loving that I’m the one who caused her to have it. Women have no idea the power men gain from making them lose control.
I reach for my belt, needing my cock freed from my pants. She leans forward, stopping me, pushing my hands away. The metallic click as she unbuckles me, the sound of the zipper sliding down, the relief from the pressure as she pulls the denim apart is an erotic combination. With my pants at my ankles, I step out and kick them aside. She presses her hands against my erection through the material of my boxers before slipping her fingers beneath the elastic.
I smile when my cock springs free and her eyes grow wide. Chest thump number two. I’m glad I’ve impressed her. Her fingers wrap around me. Fuck. That feels so good. She looks up at me before touching her tongue to the tip and she teases me by pulling off.
I hiss in a breath as her warm mouth surrounds me and she flicks her tongue around my glans. I hiss it out as her hand cups my balls. I stop breathing altogether as she slides me into her throat.
My hands in her hair, I have to restrain myself from pressing into her harder, making her gag. That’s another thing women don’t understand, how heady it feels to push them past their limits.
Up and down, she’s working her mouth on me, alternating between sucking and licking. She pauses just long enough to make me want to explode. I don’t want to come too quickly, but if she keeps this up, I’ll embarrass myself. I pull away, but she clings to me, hands on my ass.
“Stop baby, you’ve got to stop or this is over before it begins.”
She leans back a bit, licking her lips, hands now on my cock. Ah, I see I’m not the only one who enjoys a bit of control. My right hand still in her hair, I force her head back, pulling it sharply. How much can she tolerate? How much does she like? This is the fun part… finding out.
She moans and I lean down and take the sound into my mouth, seizing hers with mine. “You like that?” I whisper against her lips.
“Yes,” she whispers back and then traces my bottom lip with her tongue. Damn. I sink back into her mouth.
Condom. I need a condom. I claw for my pants, find my wallet and pull one out. Seconds later I’m rolling it down my length, enjoying her watching. She feigns resistance as I press her down onto the sofa and follow her down.
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