by Meg Ripley
She does work quickly…I admired her eagerness.
I decided it made no sense to hold back at this point. I grabbed her blouse and lifted it over her head, revealing a lacy pale blue bra.
“Yeah, they’re kind of small…” she joked, looking down at her breasts and then back up at me.
“They’re perfect.” I grabbed her and pulled her body against mine. I bent down and started kissing and nibbling at her neck, while at the same time, working to open her bra clasp. She laced her fingers behind my head and moaned a little with each bite, sending blood straight into my shaft, which was now pressing against her. She kissed the only place she could reach at the moment, my shoulder, but it felt good just the same to feel her soft lips anywhere against my skin.
Her bra opened fairly easily, and I patted myself on the back. It had been a while since I had been with a woman, but so far, so good.
I pulled away, taking her bra with me. Her breasts were the perfect handful, perky, and her nipples were the softest pink. They almost blended into her flushed skin.
“You’re staring again,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. I grabbed both of her arms and pulled her toward me again, pressing her breasts against my bare chest. They were soft and caved at the contact.
“¿Puedes culparme?” I whispered in her ear seductively, brushing my lips against it.
“I have no idea what you just said, but fuck, it was sexy…” She grabbed my face and pulled it back down to kiss me again, and I smiled inwardly. That was definitely the effect I had been going for. Seconds later, her hands were unbuttoning my jeans, and instead of pulling them down on their own, she yanked my boxer briefs down with them.
Since we’re playing that game… I did the same to her, taking off her jeans and thong at the same time, our naked bodies now facing one another.
Her womanhood was covered in very fine hair; so fine, that from afar, it would be unnoticeable. All I wanted was to part her legs to see more.
Her eyes were on my member, and I knew without looking that it was standing at attention. Her eyes were wide, and I could tell immediately what she was thinking without her having to say a word.
5
Min
“It’s just so thick,” I murmured. I was staring at his rock-hard shaft, trying to imagine how he could possibly get inside me with that thing.
Nevertheless, I wasn’t afraid to try; in fact, I was determined to make it work. I got down on my knees and hungrily approached his cock, grabbing it with both hands. It was about seven inches long, but it had to be close to two inches wide.
I was both excited and nervous as I placed my lips on the tip at first and then opened my mouth to take it in. I heard him sigh with pleasure as my tongue started working around it. When I coated it completely with my saliva, I started to bob my head up and down over his shaft, using one hand to pleasure him at the base. The more I moved along his length, the easier it got to close my mouth more tightly over it and he started to moan.
I used my free hand to reach down and fondle myself; with his size, I would need all the lubrication I could get. He tasted a mix of sweet and salty and I wanted more; it was turning me on to no end and I had to stop pleasuring myself to keep from releasing. As his moans grew louder, I could feel myself dripping with need.
Oh no, not yet, you don’t… I told myself, standing up from the floor. He groaned, and his eyes were darker now, a deep brown, and half lidded with desire. He lifted me up and carried me to the bed with no effort at all.
Could this man possibly get any hotter? I thought as he laid me down, but I got my answer quickly when he threw my legs open and dove between them. A moan immediately escaped my lips as I felt his tongue invade my slit. He knew exactly where to lick, zoning in on my pleasure center, slowly at first, but then he started to pick up speed. My hips bucked against his mouth and soon I was grinding against his tongue, wanting more and more. I felt one of his fingers slip inside me easily, and soon, another finger joined it. He sucked my pearl between his lips softly and I gasped, my mind going blank. Him and me, that’s all there was, and I was soaring towards my climax. And then he stopped. I whimpered as he climbed on top of me.
I was so close…
“Not yet, mi dulce…” he whispered. I could feel his member pressing against my inner thigh and I wanted it more than anything in that moment.
“Please…” I begged.
I didn’t have to wait long until I felt his manhood rubbing against my entrance, coating itself in my wetness.
I gasped as I felt him thrust into me, my nails digging into his shoulders, and I heard him wince. It wasn’t particularly painful, but he filled me completely, throbbing against my walls and it was a delicious feeling. He waited there for a moment, giving me time to expand around him and I was thankful for it. When I felt comfortable, I moved my hips, giving him the cue that I was ready.
He moved slowly at first, pulling himself almost completely out and then pushing his full length into me. I whimpered again, wanting him to move faster, and he complied, his hips pumping faster into me. He moved down and took one of my nipples into his mouth as he thrusted, flicking his tongue over its firm peak. Pleasure was bouncing through my entire body, ricocheting from my nipple to my clit and throughout the rest of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved to my other nipple, teasing it and driving me crazy with need.
“Faster… Deeper…” I breathed, wanting to feel more of him more quickly. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, pressing my body against his as he slammed into me repeatedly, releasing a symphony of moans from my lips. The flame within me was swallowing me whole, enveloping me in scorching flames. The fire was growing and growing as his member assaulted my g spot repeatedly, pounding into me. My climax hit me like a wave, crashing over me intensely as my body stiffened. My nails instinctively dragged down his back, and I heard a growl rip through him. He was breathing heavily, and I guessed his climax was near as well. With each thrust, my orgasm rippled through me further and just when I thought I would explode, he released a thunderous roar, his seed spilling into me. I moaned as he filled me, warmth flooding through me. I squeezed my walls around him, milking him, but also wishing he could just stay within me. I whimpered as his shaft slid from my body and he chuckled, collapsing next to me.
“I want more,” I pouted, curling up against his chest and nuzzling his neck.
“That good, huh?” he joked, stroking my hair.
“God…so good…” I responded sleepily. Even though I yearned for him, my body had other plans as a yawn escaped my mouth.
“I don’t think you could handle more, Sleeping Beauty,” Ramon laughed.
“Wanna bet? Try me again in the morning,” I challenged, throwing a leg over him and wrapping an arm around his waist.
“Holding me hostage?” he whispered against my head, kissing my forehead and I nodded against his chest.
And the last thing I heard before sleep claimed me was his soft chuckle and the click of the lamp light going off.
* * *
I don’t wanna wake up… I thought, feeling the warm sunlight against my face, but not wanting to open my eyes. I knew it was morning, but I was not ready to face the day just yet. I tried burying my face into the nearest thing and realized I was laying on something heated.
“Awake finally?” I heard a man’s voice ask.
Or someone.
Oh shit! I thought, remembering meeting a guy at the bar last night. What was his name again? Roman? No, that’s not right…Ramon. That was it! Wait, why does he feel so hot? Does he have a fever or something?
“Why are you so hot? You’re burning up!”
“Maybe it’s having you next to me?”
I smiled remembering the mind-blowing sex he had delivered to me last night.
“Good morning…” I smiled. He was grinning at me in all of his sexy naked glory, and he was indeed glistening with a sheen of sweat.
“Maybe it got cold last ni
ght and they turned the heat up or something?” I decided to get up and shifted my legs. I winced, feeling how sore I was from the night before.
He noticed and chuckled lightly. “I remember someone requesting morning sex, but I don’t think you have it in you,” he joked as I propped myself up on one elbow.
“Yeah, I might have been a little overzealous,” I laughed. “I’ll definitely need some time to recover.”
Gazing over his body, I really wish I didn’t need to recuperate. But, I knew sex right now would be more painful than enjoyable. The soreness I felt was satisfying, though; it was a reminder of his large member inside me, stretching my walls. And that was a memory I wanted to relive and remember for a long time.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“I did. Did you?”
“Not really. I actually hardly slept at all, but I feel fine. I just watched you sleep.”
“Creep,” I snickered, peeking over him to look at the clock. “Shit, it’s already 11am!”
“Was there something you had to do before now?” he asked, confused by my sudden disappointment.
“Not particularly. But this place serves free breakfast until 10 and I missed it. I’m sure the food here is to die for.”
“Well, how long are you staying? I’m sure you can catch it another day.”
I wasn’t quite sure how long I would be there for, so I decided not to answer and to just focus on the last part of what he said.
“But I want breakfast now,” I whined. I was mostly joking, but I really was pretty hungry.
“There’s always Jordan’s,” he shrugged.
“Jordan’s?”
“Yeah. Usually most places in Bar Harbor close for breakfast early, but Jordan’s serves breakfast until 2pm. They’re usually closed in March and don’t open until April, but they announced that they were opening early this year because of the good weather. Usually it’s still pretty cold at this time of year, but with temperatures in the forties, that’s pretty good for March. They specialize in everything blueberry.”
“Sounds perfect. Let’s go!”
I hopped out of bed and immediately regretted it, the soreness very prevalent between my legs. I did my best to ignore it as I bent down to open my suitcase.
“Need a toothbrush? I packed two by some miracle,” I laughed, turning to see that he had already slipped into his boxers and was just buttoning his jeans.
Boy, he looks good just like that.
“That’s how you should go to breakfast,” I said, biting my lip and checking him out. Hard.
“Oh yeah? You’ll keep me warm?” He walked over to me, sliding his hands from my hips to my bottom. He cupped me there and squeezed, lifting me slightly off the ground and I closed my eyes, releasing a soft moan.
“More like you’ll keep me warm, doing things like that…”
“Oh, trust me. It’s working for me, too,” he chuckled, taking my hand and placing it on his crotch. His cock was engorged, and a thrill shot through me.
Fuck…
And then my stomach growled. We both burst out laughing at the timing.
“I mean I’m hungry for that, too, but it seems my stomach is demanding food at the moment,” I giggled.
“Alright, why don’t you get dressed, then, and I’ll take you up on that toothbrush,” he said, taking one from my hand and disappearing into the bathroom. “Holy shit!”
“What?” Thinking there was something wrong, I ran to the bathroom.
“You have a jacuzzi in here?”
“He wasn’t kidding when he said it could fit two people,” I snorted and Ramon gave me a puzzled look. “Oh, the guy who showed me to my room. Old guy. Nothing to be worried about.”
“And who’s to say I’m worried?” he laughed.
“You never know,” I smiled and shrugged, leaving the bathroom to go get dressed. I heard the water at the sink start.
I pulled out a yellow V-neck long sleeve shirt and a pair of navy blue leggings, and after getting dressed, I brushed my hair and thanked the heavens I wasn’t a make-up person.
I wonder if he likes girls who wear make-up, though…I thought, heading to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth. He was just zipping his pants and flushing the toilet.
“Oh sorry! I guess I should have said I was coming in,” I giggled as he put the toilet seat down and went to wash his hands.
What a gentleman.
“It’s okay. Nothing you haven’t seen, eh?” He chuckled, drying himself with the hand towel. He bent down to kiss me, but I put a finger to his lips.
“I have this thing where I can’t kiss people until we have both bushed our teeth.”
“That’s understandable.” I was happy he took the small rejection easily, and I would be sure to make it up to him as soon as I was done brushing my teeth. As I turned the water on, he disappeared from the bathroom to finally put his shirt on.
What a shame.
When I was done brushing my teeth, I headed back into the bedroom and grabbed my leather jacket that was still on the floor. I thought about picking up the other clothes that were scattered about, but decided to handle it when I got back.
“Ready to go?” He smiled. “You look great.”
I beamed as I grabbed both sets of keys. “Now I’m ready,” I said, as I reached up for his face and pulled it closer to mine, engaging his lips in a deep kiss. Handing him the keys to the Audi, I told him, “Your turn to drive.”
His face lit up and his jaw dropped. “Really?”
“Yeah. I figured it’d be faster for you to drive than to have me put it into my GPS,” I shrugged. He kissed me again and practically ran down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning, and it was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. I locked the room behind me and headed down the stairs to my car. When I got there, he was already in the driver’s side with a huge grin on his face. I laughed to myself as I got into the passenger side.
“Now, let’s see what this baby can do.”
6
Ramon
She’s letting me drive her car? I had my fingers curled around the steering wheel and I still couldn’t believe it. This chica is amazing!
I couldn’t wait to brag to Trent about it as we took off toward Jordan’s. We got there in two minutes flat; I was both disappointed and proud.
“Seems like you could show me a thing or two about how to handle a car like this,” Min smirked. She seemed to have enjoyed the ride, even though it had been a quick one.
“Well, after the show you put on last night, Mario Andretti, I tried to deliver,” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she giggled.
She has to be the cutest and sexiest thing on Earth.
We got out of the car and headed into Jordan’s, and as we ascended the front steps, I noticed it looked exactly the same as it did last year with its red counter stools and wooden booths. I requested a booth for us and we were seated immediately. Mugs were placed in front of us featuring the Jordan’s logo and the waitress returned with a fresh pot, pouring us each a cup.
“Blueberry blend?” I asked.
“As always,” the waitress smiled. Her name tag read ‘Georgina.’
“Oh, may I have an Old Soaker too, please?” I asked before she could walk away.
“Sure thing, hun!”
“What’s an Old Soaker?” Min asked, searching the menu for it.
“It’s a blueberry soda you can only get here in Bar Harbor. You need to try it.”
“Sounds yummy. In fact, so does everything on this menu.”
“Well, how about you order whatever you want, and we’ll split the plates half way?”
“That sounds perfect! But I hope you’re hungry because I want to try it all—and I really love blueberries.”
I laughed. Too bad she didn’t know I was a shifter, because we can have one hell of an appetite. The waitress returned to the table, setting the blueberry soda down before me.
“So, what can I get for you guys?”
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nbsp; “We’re going to have whatever she says we’re having,” I smiled, nodding in Min’s direction as I put down my menu.
“We will have a short stack of blueberry pancakes with real maple syrup, an order of extra-crispy home fries, two eggs sunny side up, a side of bacon, a blueberry Belgium waffle with vanilla whipped cream, a blueberry cinnamon-granola yogurt parfait, and a blueberry streusel muffin, please,” Min finished and smiled up at the waitress who was scribbling furiously.
“Will that be all?”
“Yes ma’am. Thank you,” Min said as the waitress took our menus and walked off to place our order.
“Damn girl, you’re going to put me in a blueberry coma after this,” I laughed.
“I told you to prepare yourself.”
“Okay, ready to try this?” I asked, passing her the blueberry soda. The waitress had already uncapped it for us and Min eagerly took a swig.
“God, that’s delicious! I’ll have to bring a whole case of those back with me.”
I tried to take a sip myself, but I found the fizzy drink difficult to swallow.
That’s odd. I’ve never had a problem drinking soda before… I forced the beverage down my throat and tried to hide my discomfort. Maybe I’m getting a sore throat or something…
We idly chatted until our food came out slowly, plate by plate. We were both glad that it didn’t come out all at once; it would have been so overwhelming, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure it would all fit on the table. Georgina brought the muffin and parfait out first and Min immediately grabbed the muffin.
“I call the top half!”
“That’s not how these things work,” I chuckled. “You’re supposed to cut it in half.”
“I am cutting it in half,” she said, ripping the top off the muffin and putting it on her plate. “You never said which top it had to be.”
I groaned. She was right, living up to that clever part of her name. And before I could get to the parfait, she grabbed that too.
“Aw, come on; not the parfait, too…”
