by Rowena
I slide away from him and stand before him, wanting to draw this out as long as I can.
His sharp blue eyes drink me in like a man dying of thirst.
His desire burns so hot, I can feel his gaze as it passes over me, leaving behind a storm in my body.
Everything feels electric, burning hot and filled with need.
Drifting my hands to my partially open shirt, I slide it aside, revealing the lace of my bra and tracing the lines of it to the middle. I grab the first button, still clasping the cloth together, and unfasten it, then the next, and on and on until the shirt hangs loose, revealing more of my bare skin to him than any man has seen since I hit puberty.
He licks his lips and I smile.
Instinct driving me, I rotate my hips seductively, rolling them as I begin my mini striptease.
He reaches for me but I step away from his touch.
The shirt slides off my shoulders, and I stop it at my elbows, holding it closed then opening it for him to reveal myself again.
The long, stiff object of my desire tents out his pants in an impressive display of size and girth as I tease him, building his hunger.
The shirt slides to the floor and my hands drift to my slacks, working the fastener. Then the zipper moves down slowly, and I rotate my hips while sliding it down.
I slide the pants down next, exposing the top of my lace g-string panties. As they pass over my hips, they fall the rest of the way to the floor, and I step out of them, moving closer to him.
I push him further back until he takes the hint and sits on the desk, then I climb onto his lap, staying on my knees so that I’m perched above him.
Leaning down, I kiss him deeply, passionately.
His hands trace circles along the bare skin of my lower back then pass over the string circling my waist and down until they are on the bare skin of my butt. They trace the line of my cheeks to the folds where my legs meet, and I’m gushing at his touch and attention, emotionally and otherwise.
I moan into our kiss and he pulls back, gasping for air.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” he breathes, resting his forehead against me and inhaling deeply.
I realize he’s taking in my scent.
“You think so?” I ask breathily.
“I do,” he says, returning to kissing me and sliding his hands across my back, down my arms, then gripping my hands in his.
He breaks the kiss and holds my hands, leaning back on his elbows so that our arms extend between us.
His stormy blue eyes drink me in, and my desire becomes a raging fire that I’m sure will consume us both.
I want him; I need him.
I have to find satisfaction, and I have to have it now.
I lean forward but he leans back more, keeping the distance and still roaming his eyes over me.
Damn it, now he’s the tease?
He shakes his head side to side then bites his lower lip.
“What?” I ask, feeling self-conscious as uncertainty floods me.
“Perfection,” he says in a low thick voice. “An artist would worship you.”
My self-consciousness melts away, and I’m overcome with relief.
“You say that to all the girls,” I say, making light of it.
“No,” he says seriously. “Never.”
He grabs onto me, then in a single powerful move, he stands and lifts me in his arms, quickly reversing our positions.
I wrap my legs around him, and he holds me with one arm, using the other to sweep his desk clear.
Gently, he lays me down on it lengthwise, and then he pushes my arms over my head and closes the distance between our lips, our mouths coming together with bruising force. His tongue drives past my lips, seeking out mine like an invading missile.
His generous cock presses into my lower belly through his clothes.
Our mouths move, hungry for each other as our bodies meld together, my core flooding even more.
He stops to catch his breath, leaving us both panting.
“You want me?” I ask, my voice heavy, my eyes half-lidded.
“Yes,” he says, staring into my eyes.
His blue depths swallow me, and I find myself all but losing myself. Something about the way he said ‘yes’ made my heart speed up and my chest constrict.
I resist naming the feelings taking over me. I don’t know that this is anything more than two people getting together for biological reasons. What do I know of love? Of desire or even sex?
I’m operating on instinct here, but I know, in some small part of me, that I want more than just one night with him.
It’s impossible, dumb—something that can never be, so I push even that voice aside.
“Good,” I say, pulling my hands free from his grip and dropping them between us to grab his hard cock through the cloth of his slacks. “‘Cause I need you.”
He thrusts his hips against me, driving his thickened shaft into me and making my pussy pulse harder in anticipation.
One hand drops between us and he works his belt, making my heartbeat speed up even more.
A smile spreads across his face and he stops moving then stands up.
A soft whimper slips past my lips; I can’t help myself.
His smile grows wider.
I lie back and watch as he gyrates his hips in a slow circle causing his impressive bulge to jut out even more, making my pussy pulse and gush as it begs for a taste.
His hands go to his shirt, and, mimicking what I had done to him, he pulls it closed then slides it down to his elbows.
I drink in the sight of him.
His bare chest is hard planes of muscle that lead down to rippling washboard abs.
The muscles that run along the sides of his abs make a beautiful dive into his pants toward his cock, and the sight of them makes me even hotter.
“Mmmm,” I say. “Take it off, bad boy.”
“Like this?” he asks, opening the shirt again.
“More.”
He lets the shirt slide to the floor.
His body is hard and well cared for, like a statue of marble. I love the way he looks, so tight and sexy. Perfect man flesh for the discerning virgin.
“Yes,” I say, and he grinds his hips while placing his hands behind his head in a move I’ve only seen in clips of Chippendale dancers.
He keeps his hips in motion, and my eyes dart between the beautiful expanse of his chest and abs to the bulge I know will bring me a lot of pleasure soon.
His hand drifts to his belt.
I try to entice him back to me, running my hands along my generous breasts. His eyes follow my hand as I knead and squeeze, then drift my palms down my flat stomach toward my pussy.
His belt comes undone, and it hangs to either side as he undoes his pants. His cock is straining so hard to be free, that the zipper lets go on its own the moment the confining button at the top is let go.
His pants fall to the ground and he’s left in his tented boxers as my hand drifts across my mound and between my legs.
“God, Bella,” he breathes.
I gush at the way he says my name. It’s beautiful and makes me feel the same. Sexy, and most of all desired.
He wants me, not some other girl. Me.
I’m not just a tool or a means to an end.
It’s new and overwhelming. I’ve never felt wanted before, never felt so on the edge and overcome with pounding needs.
I’ve been horny, and I’ve masturbated, but I’ve never felt anything that compares to this. My yearning is so deep, each move he makes, everything he says, and every look he gives makes me feel more than I ever have.
“Come on, Magic Mike,” I tease, pushing the deeper thoughts away. “Let’s see it all. What did you bring to this party?”
He grins and gyrates his hips while hooking his thumbs under the band of his boxers.
I can tell he’s massively hung, and the closer he gets to pulling his cock out, the more ready I am to see it.
He starts pull
ing his boxers down and I hold my breath in expectation.
But then he stops and grins at me with a devilish look in his eye.
“Not yet,” he says. “Trade.”
“Trade what?” I ask, petulant.
“Tits. Show me your tits,” he says.
“These?” I ask, pointing at them in their lace cage.
He nods, his grin wider. “Yes, exactly.”
I sit up and reach behind myself to undo the bra, straining to reach it, then decide it’s not sexy at all. “Help a girl out here?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He stalks toward me then plants himself between my legs, so close I can feel his cock pressing against the wet cloth of my panties.
Gravity pulls on my breasts as the support lets go, so I cross my arms to support them. As I do, he steps back and watches.
His breath comes faster as I pull the bra off, revealing my diamond-hard nipples. As the cold air assaults them, it sends sharp thrills pulsing through them, causing me to shudder.
His hands cup my breasts, then his thumbs circle my erect nipples.
Instinctively, I thrust my chest forward into his hands, wanting more because it feels so good—the warmth of his hands on them and the tingling excitement of his thumbs tracing slow lines.
He leans in until our lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss.
His weight shifts forward, and his cock presses into my core.
I drift my hand down and grip his engorged member through the soft fabric of his boxers.
“Mmm,” he moans, his lips vibrating against mine.
I dart my tongue out and lick his soft lips, tightening my grip as I stroke the length of his shaft while his hands roam down from my breasts.
He traces his fingertips along my exposed skin, along my sides, then around my hips and down the sides of my ass.
He squeezes with both hands, pulling me tight against him, smashing his cock into me and trapping my hand.
I squeeze and release his cock, and he grunts a low throaty sound that drives me wild.
His strong arm pulls me tighter against him.
I move my free arm to encircle his neck then grind my hips, forcing my pelvis into him in a circular motion.
He leans his head back with his eyes closed and his mouth open.
When he looks at me again, his eyes are stormy as he says, “Careful, Bella.”
Twining my fingers in his hair, I pull his face close and kiss him.
He relaxes his grip, and, still holding me tight to him, he guides me backward onto the desk.
He’s over me as we kiss and I stroke his cock.
He kisses my cheek, down my neck, across my collarbone then between my breasts.
Arching my lower back up as thrills race through me, I thrust my hips into him while gripping his cock tighter, despite his warning.
I want him so badly, it’s overwhelming how much I need him to bury himself inside me. It aches, my desire for him—an ache of emptiness that needs to be filled.
Slowly, he moves across my stomach.
His tongue licks, circles, nibbles, followed by touches from his fingers.
Sensations flood my body, radiating from every point.
I’m riding on a wave of tiny pleasures.
He hooks his fingers under my panties as he kisses a circle around my belly button and pulls down.
The fresh, musky scent of me rises between us, and he looks up with a devilish grin.
He shifts down between my legs but he doesn’t go for my soft, silken drenched folds. No, that would be too fast for him.
He kisses across my pelvis along the top then down each side where my legs meet, making me jump. His tongue traces the crease of my legs to my middle on each side, dancing around my closed outer lips without coming too close.
Tightening my grip in his hair, I pull him toward the middle, so he reaches up with his right hand and pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Painful pleasure explodes from my hard nipples, causing stars to explode, and I stop trying to force him as I cry out in surprise.
He licks up the left side of my opening then down the right, making me writhe helplessly.
Rising back up, he then traces my outer lips with his tongue, being careful to not penetrate.
I can feel the wetness leaking out of me, and my hands ache to grip his shaft but he’s in control and we both know it.
Not penetrating me, he opens his mouth and presses it to the top of my pussy.
If he’d drive his tongue forward, he’d be on my pulsing clit, but no, he’s not ready to stop torturing me yet.
He moves his head side to side, creating an ever-increasing pressure on my clit that almost satisfies but increases my desire for more.
“Donnie!” I cry, tightening my grip in his hair.
He works his mouth lower until he’s at the bottom of my pussy, and then his tongue shoves straight into my wet tunnel, penetrating me.
I scream his name in surprise and pleasure, and he fucks me with his tongue until I’m bucking my hips against the flickering muscle with wild abandon.
I want more and more; I don’t want him to stop.
He thrusts in and out, driving his tongue into my soft, silken, wet folds until I get closer and closer to an edge I can’t back away from.
I throw my arms wide, arch my back, and scream a wordless sound of pleasure, all-consuming.
My hands scrabble for purchase against the slick desk, and the pulsing increases until it’s a pounding.
My heart matches the beat as I gasp for air.
Each movement is a new pleasure signal flooding my already overwhelmed brain until he reaches my pulsing clitoris.
Donnie presses his tongue straight onto the aching bud with a hard pressure and every muscle in my body tenses. Everything stops as my body arches and the pleasure overwhelms and carries me away.
I can’t see anything as I fall into a deep pool of black sky and exploding stars.
No heartbeat, no breathing, no motion—nothing but the two of us, Donnie’s face still buried between my legs.
My orgasm goes on and on until at last, it fades.
I loosen my grip on Donnie’s hair as my muscles slowly relax, starting with my toes which are curled so tightly, it feels like they’re cramping.
My thighs are quivering and I don’t think I could stand if I wanted to.
Donnie holds himself tightly against me, letting the final shudders pass through before he moves.
When at last it passes, he lifts his head.
“Good?” he asks.
I chuckle and smile, looking at him with half-lidded eyes and a heavy sense of lethargy.
“Damn,” I exhale heavily.
I rise up onto my elbows and then slide off of the desk.
Pressing against him, I turn, forcing him around with me so that his back is now to the desk.
The mounds of my breasts press against him, and I run my hands over his well-defined chest, loving the smooth, hard feel of him as I trace the lines of his muscles down and across his abs.
I work my way down until I’m hovering over his boxers.
Gripping the waistband, I pull up and then pull down until just the swollen head of his cock is peeking out.
“Mmm,” I moan, licking my lips.
I’ve seen porn—I know what girls do and how guys like it, though I’ve never done it myself. But I want to do this for him.
I lick the head of his cock, tracing along the pronounced edge with the tip of my tongue.
He shifts his hip back and forth, moaning, his hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly.
“Damn, Bella,” he moans.
I smile, glad he likes it since I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m running on instinct and following the sounds he makes.
I pull his boxers lower to reveal his veined shaft, pulsing with his desire and need, and I take a moment to admire it.
He’s huge—so big, I’m a little scar
ed of it.
A tingle runs through my stomach, worry about whether I can handle so much, as drenched as I am.
I lick along the length of his shaft as I pull the boxers down to reveal it all.
I cup his balls and hook the boxers under them, and it puts his cock at an angle pointing up toward him which is perfect.
I lick across his balls then up the shaft to the head, lavishing him with my hot, wet tongue.
He moans and shifts under my attention.
I move as slowly as he did, learning from him to not only return the favor but to enjoy every second and every reaction I get from him.
He groans deeply, twists, then finally, he grabs my hair.
His cock is pulsing, and droplets of cum leak out of him.
I move up so I’m above his cock and then slowly slide his wide girth into my mouth, closing my lips tight around his shaft.
I don’t stop moving my tongue side to side as I slide him in deeper and deeper.
I open my throat and take him full in, fighting my urge to gag. The moment I do, he cries out, his grip tightening in my hair and he groans my name.
I hold him deep in my throat until his grip in my hair lessens.
I’m not ready for him to lose it yet.
Once the pulsing of his cock settles in my mouth, I slide back up, lavishing the shaft with my tongue as it retreats from my mouth, then I slide back down.
His hips thrust, trying to make me move faster, but instead of going deeper, I pull back until he regains control again.
“Damn it, Bella, I need to fuck you,” he moans.
Instead of answering, I moan around his dick, creating a vibration that I’m certain will feel good to him.
His cock pulses in my mouth and he dumps a fresh load of early cum down my throat.
I take it all then, but I don’t want him to finish like this. I need him inside me; I want to give him my virginity.
He moans loudly so I decide screw it, I want to please him.
I speed up my motions, no longer taking him into my throat but shifting so that his cock is driving into my cheek.
I let him go wild as he fucks my mouth.
His grip in my hair forces me up and down on his dick as his hips thrust. He fucks my mouth until he stiffens and his cock throbs with release, and with my hand on his balls, I feel them pull tight against his body.
