by N. K. Love
Knowing that there’s just a thin piece of material between my mouth and her tits again makes me want to rip it off but I remind myself to pace it, making the most of this moment and not to rush her.
Our kissing is deep and familiar, she’s a great kisser. I raise her arms above her head, turning her wrists and guiding her fingers back until she grasps onto the doorframe. It’s the perfect height whereby she has to stretch up on her tiptoes but not too much.
From what she’s telling me, she’s a sexual novice and I don’t want her to feel like she has to make any decisions, not just yet. I want to study her for a moment, observe her reactions so I know what I’m up against.
I pull my lips away and she swallows hard when my chest brushes over her nipples. We look at each other, the concern in her eyes still conflicting her smoking hot body.
“Keep your arms there for me—but you can move them whenever you want.”
She nods her understanding, so I return my hands beneath her top and feel her naked back. Letting my hands slide over her smooth warm skin, watching her reactions.
Manoeuvring my hands around to her front, I reach under her breasts and around her toned stomach and hips. Her skin is so soft and warm and inviting. Feeling her chest moving up and down, she’s breathing heavier now. I span a hand through her cleavage fractionally sweeping my fingertips over her nipples. It’s taking all my will power not to go all in right now. I swear her body is damn near begging me, or is that mine? My hand comes to rest gently at the base of her neck, her head dipping to watch then looking back at me.
In this position, with her arms still raised, her breasts are elevated to perfection. I admire her response via the outline of her nipples through her top, which has ridden up around her ribcage now. Reluctantly moving my hand back, I use my foot to nudge her ankles apart wider.
“Unfiltered honesty—no matter what.” My voice crackles in the air. She murmurs in agreement as I lean down to her ear and nip at her earlobe. I whisper, “What do you want B?”
“You.”
Her answer is an instant gasped word between breaths. I turn my attention further down now. Brushing over her shorts between her legs and grabbing the inside of her thigh letting my knuckles rub over her pussy. She pants into my ear. That goddam fucking sound!
I moan in appreciation, catching her bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down as I imagine these juicy lips wrapped around my cock, which is more than ready to sink into her right now. It’s literally aching for her, only her.
Slowly I turn my hand over to cover her perfectly sculptured pussy through her shorts. The heat radiating into my palm has me thinking of how wet I want to make her. I begin rubbing softly, back and forth as she subtly pushes off the door and presses herself into my hand. I let go of her lip as she releases a satisfying sexy groan, reassuring me that she’s more than okay.
Bending my mouth down at last, I graze her hard nipples with my teeth. I can only imagine, for now, how good it’s going to feel when I get rid of this top.
Beth takes back some control by bringing her arms down to wrap around my head. Moving back up to kiss her, it’s unhurried and just as sweet as our first time. I carry on nurturing the torment between her legs… and mine as I begin to grind myself into her too.
The atmosphere shifts as she seemingly relinquishes her equilibrium.
We pull away just long enough to feel each other’s smiles. In that special slow kiss, we share untold truths, which take us that final step over the imaginary line Beth had placed between us. I feel her let go and join me wholeheartedly with a sparkle in her eyes. Her left hand goes straight to work on the buttons of my shirt whilst she uses the thumb of her right hand to keep it taut. She makes light work of it in seconds.
“Impressive.”
“You should be grateful it’s still in one piece. Do you know how long I’d wanted to get my hands on your body, skin to skin?”
I shrug out of the shirt and throw it on the floor. She steps back apparently to appreciate the view as she sucks in her bottom lip, grazing her teeth along as she slowly releases it. That fucking mouth is like an Achilles heel to me. She soaks in my body with her new heated stare.
“Your body is just… too good to be true, I’m in awe…”
“Are you speaking my mind for me Angel?”
I’m grateful I have this effect on her because her expression right now is beyond the sexy-as-fuck mental images I’ve saved of her previously. The things I want to do to her would keep us cooped up in here for weeks. She moves back to me and kisses me harder now, impatiently, wrapping her arms around my back.
Beth’s setting the pace and I’m not arguing with an increase in tempo. She starts kissing and sucking from my neck down to my chest. That mouth and tongue can do some serious damage. I want to feel her mouth all over my body.
Looking up through long eyelashes, she whispers with an innocent smile. “Can you take my top off please Jax?” She holds her arms in the air.
“My pleasure. Don’t ask me though, tell me.”
I wrap my fingers under her top and pull it off slowly, appreciating every new inch as I expose the parts of her body that I haven’t seen in real life before. Fuck, this girl is amazing.
I drop her top to the floor and her raised arms fall forward to my shoulders. We can finally relish the feeling of each other’s skin on skin. Chest to breast. We take a few motionless seconds to fully absorb the feeling we’ve both admitted to wanting since meeting. As I suck and bite at her neck, she leans back a little so that when she moves, her nipples graze against my chest.
Each time she breathes out she moans. I latch her mouth to mine, wanting her to direct those infectious sounds into my mouth straight down to my cock. I pull her tighter into me so I can feel the fullness of her incredible tits pressing onto me. I move my hands around her ribcage and gently rub my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. They’re almost as firm as my cock—almost. Her lips part as I mutter her name into her mouth.
“Mmm?”
“I wanna taste every single inch of you…You are fucking amazing…Your body is flawless.”
“The feeling’s mutual… trust me.”
“I wanna feel you from the inside… with my fingers… my tongue… my rock hard cock.”
Since when do I talk so much? It sounds unorthodox coming from me. Usually I only deal with monosyllables when necessary. Or paying lip service when I have to.
“Jax, I can’t believe I’m here… with you…”
“Just keep talking to me, show me you’re okay. Don’t let me fuck this up for you… for us.”
“I will… And you won’t… not now. I want this, more than anything…”
I turn her words into whimpers as I clamp my mouth over her breasts, one at a time. I’m thankful to have been blessed with a mouth big enough to take advantage of all that she’s been blessed with too. I suck harder, becoming rougher, the more she encourages me. Her body is so mouth-wateringly responsive and her skin feels addictively smooth. I suck and bite her nipples, spurred on by her moans and the raw feeling of her nails on my shoulder and back. Her right hand stays on my head, holding me in place.
I need to feel her pussy, I’m craving it. First I need her comfortable, on my bed. I don’t expect her to undo my belt and jeans one handed so I step back and guide her backwards on top of the mattress in the same position she was in earlier tonight. I admire the view of her lying there topless, a new look of hunger in her edible hazelnut eyes.
We don’t lose eye contact as I undo my belt and take off my jeans. She watches as I take out the condom from the pocket before throwing my jeans on the floor. I throw the condom onto one of the pillows.
Dropping to my knees, I start planting kisses from her ankles up, using my tongue and occasionally my teeth. Beth looks down at me as she circles her hips in anticipation. When I reach the top of her toned thick thighs, I tuck my fingers underneath the waistband of her shorts. But she freezes and I feel a wave of her nerves tense
over her body.
“Jax, can you turn the lamps off please?”
Some of the girls I’ve been with have had a fraction of Beth’s sexual charisma and beauty yet they’ve had ten times her confidence. It’s humbling.
“B, I don’t want you to ask me—tell me.”
I lean up, dropping a few swift kisses on my way to her face. When I reach her pouty plump lips, I kiss her with the thoughtfulness she deserves, trying to soothe her. I climb across the bed and touch the sensored bases of each lamp on my bedside tables, until one is off and the other is on the dimmest setting, it’s still dark with just a hint of silhouettes.
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Beth eagerly pulls me back to her.
“Now, where was I Angel?”
This time I straddle her, kiss her lips swiftly until I feel her smile, and then make my way back down south, never neglecting to taste her heated body on my way down. I leave my hands on her chest; alternating pinching and stroking. She arches her back into me.
Nipping at her tanned stomach as I drop my mouth lower, I graze my teeth over the material between her legs. She whimpers through closed lips and it’s such a sultry sound. My craving for her pussy just intensified to irrepressible as I push my nose down hard onto the crown, taking a deep breath in.
It’s like my own personal fucking aphrodisiac. Eating pussy has never been a preference of mine but when Beth looks, smells and responds this way, I can’t wait to taste her. Right now, all I’m thinking about is tasting her and then having her leave her my cock sated and wet, like some sort of territorial marking ritual, claiming me.
I cautiously reach for her waistband again, hesitating slightly wanting her to give me permission. She does so by way of lifting her hips towards me, giving me access to pull her shorts down over her peach. I purposely leave her thong behind and follow the shorts down her legs, discarding them as I stand. In the dim light my eyes cast over the outline of the hourglass shaped body lying beneath me. I make sure that she can see my obvious appreciation albeit in dimmed light. I need her to know what she does to me. I take hold of my dick through my boxer briefs and take the edge off the strain with a few long firm strokes.
“Is this enough proof for you?”
I sense her smile; “Mm-huh... It’s proof, but not enough. Come here.”
Beth brings her open knees up. She’s open, for me. I kneel either side of her heels, she rests the backs of her thighs on mine. When I bend forward to kiss her, her legs spread further apart and this time there’s only our underwear separating us.
My cock rubs temptingly between her legs. I move my lips to her neck with my hands either side of her head. Stifling a moan as I rock backwards to let the length of my cock stroke all the way down her inviting pussy. Pressing harder, I rock back and forth—even though I’m not usually one for dry-fucking, I can’t deny the arousal of having her spread out and ready and just millimetre’s away.
From the time we first met I wanted to find out just how suckable and fuckable her pussy really is and that need feels more like a tangible obsession right now. I need her. Without consideration I pierce my right thumb through the lacy lemon thong, making her jump, then I tear it away and throw it on the floor behind me.
Our faces are close so I go nose to nose, looking for her permission as I leisurely stroke my fingers down between her legs. Her body is telling me everything I need to know as I test the waters, literally, and find her deliciously wet. I slide up and down her slick pussy and growl my approval.
I want to drive myself in deep, as deep as she wants it, drowning my cock in her the depths of her wetness. I need her to want me equally if that’s even possible.
“B?”
“G?”
She’s gasping at my touch but her witty mouth still manages a hint of humour even now.
“You okay?” And her answer this time comes by way of a tight fisted grip on the base of my cock. “B… f-fuck.” I’ll take that as a yes.
“Is this enough proof for you?” She’s thrown my words back at me with a cheeky grin.
I don’t need telling twice as I return her kind gesture by sinking two fingers achingly slowly into her. I go deep enough to stop her in her tracks and silence her beautiful witty mouth. God she’s tight but she’d made her pussy more than welcoming.
I love how she cries out so I push harder still until she moans loudly helping me know the threshold she wants—and it’s deep. I need her to love deep fucking penetration. If she does decide she’s ready to fuck me tonight, she needs to be more prepared than this and half of the enjoyment is getting her there.
I find her optimum rhythm and she returns to wield her magic touch on me too but this time inside my boxer briefs. The feel of her soft hands on my hard cock—skin to skin. She reaches further down to my balls and shows them some much needed attention too. They’re desperate to unload, it’s been way too long.
She painstakingly works every inch of my shaft from base to head, over and over, twisting on the way down. This feels so good, so how can this woman have been so worried. If this is what she can do with one hand I can only imagine what two would do.
My mouth begins to tease her nipples again; licking, then sucking and biting down just hard enough before it becomes too painful. As her body acclimatises, it’s time to stretch further, gently adding a third finger.
My fingers are thicker than an average man. She instinctively clenches herself around me, familiarising herself with the fullness. The breath of her moans and swaying of hips, shows me her eager zest for more, teaching me more about what gets her off.
It’s alien for me to feel so compelled to deliver and orchestrate the perfect orgasms. But for Beth I want her to feel nothing less than the best.
It seems like I’m in control but really she is the one leading the way. Just like when we danced at Keepers.
After stretching and pressing, I switch back to two finger and circle her clit with my thumb. I push inside her, slow but hard, stroking the top of her inner wall, honing in and teasing out her G-spot. She reacts perfectly, she’s a dream to behold. I could play with her body all night.
“I wanna own this spot. Right. Here. It’s mine. I’m your G, but this is mine, your Gladiators spot.” She’s surprised I somehow know about her pet name but doesn’t give it a second thought. She brushes it aside whilst her body is too busy climbing.
“Uh-huh. Mmm.” I reach her mouth, she opens her eyes and she’s reaching. “All yours.”
“All fucking mine.”
I don’t alter my movements, taking utter pleasure in watching her slowly coming apart beneath me. She keeps eye contact, which rarely happens—or is encouraged—and her expression sends a pang of desire from my head to—my head. Her hand grips my cock firmer but she slows her rhythm whilst she rides out her moment.
Now, I’ve been the instigator of many an orgasm over the years but this is—different. I attune my body into absorbing the look in her eyes, the sounds of her moans, the delicious feeling of her insides shattering around me and rippling all over my wet fingers.
Do all woman look this beautiful when they come? I doubt it, but I wouldn’t know. I’ve never really taken that much of an interest until tonight. I had to—to see her. I had no choice. I told her that she could satisfy me by letting me satisfy her and that was the truth. Now I know what my angel looks like when she’s coming—raw, liberated and magical. A fucking flawless beauty.
This girl is unique, dangerously so. She connects with me even when I know she shouldn’t and I don’t bother fighting it simply because deep down, there’s a lost part of me that doesn’t want to. She told me before that she was feeling lost, like she didn’t know where she fitted in this world. I didn’t realise it then but perhaps I’m more lost than her. I’m a walking shell of the man I used to be.
“Mmm Jax. That. Was. Heaven. I’m in heaven right now.” Her eyes are closed with her mouth parted, she’s breathless. We’ve both
had a drink tonight but she’s drunk off that orgasm right now and I’m not about to let her sober up.
“In that case, heaven is way hotter than hell B—is it wrong to wanna fuck an angel, Angel?”
“No way, it’s right—so right.”
Beth still has her hand wrapped around my cock and begins her masterful technique once again. I push my fingertips high and deep, teasing her clit simultaneously. I feel her react inside. She bows her back. She’s completely comfortable with me now. Her insecurities have either abandoned her or been given their marching orders.
Beth’s body continues to let go as her hips join mine in calculated gyrating motions synced with our hands. Just as I sense she is about to climax again I try a little edging, just a taster. Stopping my movements, I ask her to wait and take a deep breath in. She takes heed, which shows her restraint as most girls go for the easy option of immediate gratification every time. But she trusts me, in this capacity at least. She would never fully trust you.
