by Yvonne Tyler
He bent down slightly so he could whisper in my ear, his breath brushing lightly across my neck like a warm summer breeze. "What have you thought about?" A shudder marched down my spine, then crawled back up again to tingle at the nape of my neck.
"A lot of things." I whispered back. My panties were growing moist. I wondered if he knew what effect he was having on me.
"Tell me, Mia." He traced one finger along my jawline before cupping my chin, forcing me to look up and meet his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that had almost made me come undone a hundred times before.
“I've wondered what kissing you would be like." I said. He brought his lips down to mine and brushed them lightly, swiftly. It was enough to set my body on fire.
"Like that?" he asked.
"No. Harder." He brought his lips down on mine again, in a bruising kiss that took my breath away and left my head spinning. His tongue parted my full lips and thrust into my mouth, dancing against my own tongue. His arms wrapped around the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. He broke our kiss, and I almost whimpered.
"Like that?" He asked with a little smile.
"Yes." The word came out in a breathless whisper. His hand trailed down the front of my sweater, coming to a stop on my breast. He brushed his thumb across my nipple, which instantly came to attention under his touch.
"What else have you thought about, Mia?"
"I've thought about you touching me."
"Where?" He arched an eyebrow. He damn well knew where, he just wanted me to say it.
"Between my legs." Saying the words aloud made me throb with need.
He let his hand fall from my breast, snaking its way down to the juncture of my thighs. He caressed me through my jeans, slowly, tantalizingly. I was trying hard not to moan, but I couldn't help myself from pressing against his hand. I was very conscious of the fact that only a pair of jeans and some flimsy panties separated his fingers from my already aching pussy.
I kissed him, savoring the taste of him upon my lips. His growing cock was pressing against the front of his khakis in a very obvious bulge. I stroked him through his pants, feather light touches, and felt him stiffen more against my hand. I ground my hips against him and stroked him faster. There was an ache deep inside me that I knew would only be satisfied by feeling it inside of me. I fumbled with his belt and buttons before setting his cock free of its confines. I took him in my hand, skin on skin. I was amazed at how hot and hard he was. I pumped his cock slowly, stroking him from base to tip, as it grew even harder.
"Mia," he gasped.
I was overcome with the urge to take him in my mouth, to taste him. I got down on my knees in front of him, looking up at him and never breaking eye contact as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. He tasted musky - distinctly masculine. I sucked his head gently, using my tongue to coax the first drop of silky precum from his cock. I swallowed it eagerly, loving the taste of him. I bobbed my head up and down, taking more and more of him into my mouth with each stroke.
"Fuck, Mia..." he moaned. I loved knowing that I was making him feel so good. I had to fight the urge to smile, given that my mouth was full at the moment. I started bobbing my head faster, concentrating only his pleasure. His dick started to throb in my mouth.
"Stop," he said as he took a step back from me. "I don't want to come in your mouth." He smiled. "I have other ideas for that."
He kicked his pants off of his ankles, his erection swaying with the movement. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the living room. He set me down lightly.
"Take off your pants, Mia." He said the words gently, but there was steel behind them. My pussy was tingling. I was so turned on that I thought that all he would have to do was touch me again to send an orgasm rushing through me.
He was looking at me intently. I slowly unfastened my jeans and pulled them down over my ample hips, very aware of his eyes that were fixated on my lacy panties with such intensity that it almost made me spontaneously combust. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
"Now your sweater." I grasped the hem of my sweater and lifted it over my head, hearing him gasp when he caught his first glimpse of my breasts that were only constrained by such sheer lace that it should hardly be called a bra.
I stood in front of him wearing my flimsy underwear, feeling self-conscious. I knew that I had what most people would consider to be a 'good body,' but it was the first time that any man had ever seen me unclothed. I was nervous as hell, but when I saw the look on his face my nervousness dissipated. His eyes gleamed darkly with lust, and that half-smirk appeared again.
"Damn, Mia. I've always known that you were beautiful, but I had no idea how beautiful." His eyes gleamed darkly with lust as his eyes roamed over my body.
"Do you like what you see?" I asked coyly, returning his smirk. He was slowly stroking his rock-hard cock, taking in the sight of me.
"I need to taste you," was what I got for an answer. "Sit down," he commanded and pointed to the sofa.
I sat down and he spread my legs. A new wave of self-consciousness washed over me. No one had ever seen what lay beneath my panties. I had never even been to the gynecologist before. I involuntarily started to close my legs, but he pushed them apart and knelt between my knees. He seemed to be savoring every second, very slowly pulling my panties down. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, pulling my panties past my ass, then my knees, then easing my ankles out of them and tossing them aside. He bent his mouth down to my throbbing pussy, kissing me gently, his tongue exploring my lust-slickened folds. I tried to hold still, but I couldn't help writhing underneath the sweet assault of his mouth. He had an expert tongue and seemed to know exactly when to quicken his pace and when to hold back. He brought me right to the brink of orgasm again and again, but didn't let me come. I felt like I was starting to lose control, desperate for release, bucking and whimpering like some kind of wild animal. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I came undone.
I cried out his name as the first waves of orgasm hit me, more intense than any that I had ever felt before. He held my hips while I shuddered and whined, his tongue slowing down but not stopping. When it was over, I was panting for breath and a thin sheen of sweat covered my breasts. My whole body felt loose and weak
"My turn," he smiled at me devilishly as he positioned himself between my spread legs. The head of his cock pressed against my virgin entrance. He rubbed it against my juices to lubricate it, and drove me wild in the process.
Even after that earth-shattering orgasm, I was still desperate to feel him inside of me. I arched my back and pressed myself against him, my body begging him to fuck me.
He slid into me slowly, inch by agonizing inch, my inner muscles being forced to stretch to accommodate him. Nothing could have prepared me for how he felt inside me, so hot and hard. When he was almost fully inside of me, I felt pressure deep inside. With the next thrust he tore my hymen, ripping through the evidence of my virginity. The pain was sharp, and I cried out in surprise. He paused and looked deeply into my eyes.
"Mia, were you a virgin?"
I nodded and bit my lip. I was afraid that he would stop.
I didn't want him to stop.
"You should have told me," he said gently.
"Maybe," I answered, "but I thought that you would stop if you knew."
The pain passed in a moment, and I started to move my body against his. I could every feel delicious movement that I made, no matter how slight. It made me feel whole, as though I had finally found the key to fit my lock. Finally, he started to move inside of me again, long and powerful thrusts that made me gasp every time he buried himself completely inside of me.
I arched my back against his thrusts so that he would hit that spot deep inside of me that felt so good it almost made me lose my mind. Our pace increased, became more frantic, as we lost control with each other. My belly tightened, building up a sort of intense pressure before I exploded. I screamed out his name as my pussy clamped down on his cock with each spasm of
my orgasm, harder and longer than any I had experienced before. It was like the whole universe exploded and crashed back down on itself, leaving me seeing stars. With a few more quick thrusts, Matthew followed me over the edge, moaning as jet after jet of his seed splashed against my cervix. We held each other as we slowly returned to earth, our pounding hearts settling into their normal steady rhythms.
He eased himself out of me and I sat up. He settled beside me on the sofa and took my hand. He smiled at me.
"I should probably go check on lunch now." I had forgotten all about lunch. "How long can you stay?"
"I have to be home soon," I said. I knew that my mom would want to see me since she wasn't working today, but she would be back at work tomorrow. "But I can be back tomorrow. If you want me to."
"Of course I want you to. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that, and I can't wait to take my time exploring every inch of your delicious body."
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I went over to his house almost every day during my break, sometimes even sneaking out at night so that I could steal a few hours in his bed, fucking and talking. It tore me apart to have to leave him to go back to school, but summer would be rolling around soon enough, and Matthew and I had plans for exactly how we wanted to spend our days and nights – wrapped up in each other’s arms.
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