My first real kiss, and it was mind blowing. Everything I knew about sex had been learned in a clinical setting. I’d learned the art of lovemaking the way others learned math. Only by seeing, and calculating.
His tongue, sweet hell his tongue. I didn’t know a tongue could be that soft, that long that thick. I was on the verge of losing myself in the moment so captivated was I by what he was doing, what he was making me feel. In a word, to put it crudely, I was ready to fuck.
I caught myself just in the nick of time. “Not here, what if someone comes in?” He didn’t answer, just pushed his chair back from the table and got to his feet with me held in his arms, close to his chest. I could feel his heartbeat.
I felt…safe, for the first time in a long while. There was something about the way he held me, the way I felt being in his arms. I wanted to cry. I licked his neck and nibbled his flesh instead, to stop myself from looking back.
His arms squeezed around me as he walked slowly up the stairs and down the hall to his room. I kept whispering softly to him, using the same cadence as before as I let my hand slide up his chest.
I went to that place in my head, the place I’d trained myself to go when the time came to lay with him. And now that I had him just where I wanted him, I was free to let go.
“I want you to lay me on your bed and fuck me.” Same cadence but this time loud enough to carry to the little device I’d planted. I felt heat suffuse my face at my bold words, but forged on.
I didn’t give him time to come to his senses, but started unbuttoning his shirt to get to his warm flesh. He helped me, his hands coming down between us to pull the shirt apart, sending buttons flying around the room.
He looked down at me and his eyes made me weak. I have no description for the look I saw there, only that it made me burn with need. And for a second it was just he, and I in the room, no old scores to settle.
For that second I let myself enjoy the sweet rush of pleasure as it coursed through me to all the places it did the most good. Like between my thighs and the very tips of my now hardened nipples.
He pulled me into his chest, still clothed, and pressed me against the warm heat of his flesh. His hand came up to hold my nape while the other rested on the swell of my ass and held me right where I could feel his hardness coming to life.
His mouth wasn’t as gentle this time when he took mine. It was ravenous, hungry, inflamed. He swallowed more than my lips with that kiss, it felt like he was tasting my soul.
I felt myself drowning and fought to hold on. That hand on my ass moved, and pulled me harder against his length. I drew my breath in in shock and something approaching horror.
That…can’t be. There’s no way… He did it again and my knees began to buckle. Hot liquid seeped into the thin crotch of my underwear and onto the crease of my thighs
He was holding me up now with his hands while his lips wreaked havoc on my senses. “Give me more.” His gruff words growled into my open mouth went straight to the growing heat between my thighs.
I rubbed myself against him, suddenly only half acting. There was nothing clinical about this, this was all real. And it was hot and magical and earth shattering and the best thing I’ve ever felt.
It only got worse when he took my dress between his big rough hands and pulled, tearing it from my shoulders and letting the pieces fall at me feet.
He lifted me out of my shoes and pushed one of his large hands between my thighs as he turned to lay me down on the bed. I didn’t have time to make a sound before my panties were torn down my thighs and thrown over his shoulder.
Sydney
I might’ve been the one in control when this started, but his show of masterfulness left me wondering if that were still the case. Everything about him and what he was doing made me want to surrender to him.
I laid there before him, my legs spread wide, naked, and forced myself not to close my legs as he stared down at my waxed sex. The look in his eyes made me tremble with…need?
His nostrils flared as he reached a finger out to trail across my skin that was rapidly heating beneath his touch. “Open!” He didn’t look at me when he said that but I knew I had to obey.