With a grunt, Zach comes down to his elbows and plumps my breast in his hand. He’s working my nipple with his mouth and I’m rubbing up against him, restless.
I drag my lower body up and down, stroking my clit on the ridges of his stomach, probably making a sticky mess on him.
But Zach doesn’t mind. He encourages that. Every time my movements get a little lazy, he squeezes my tits harder and bites down on my nipple, grinding against me, forcing me to quicken my rocking.
Just as I think I’m about to come, humping over his abs, Zach lets go of my nipple.
“Zach,” I gasp, outraged.
“Shh. Don’t talk.”
I growl and feel his smile in between the valley of my breasts.
He runs his tongue along it, going lower and lower, until he reaches my belly button. Burying his tongue, he laves it, licks it, bites into it, giving me hickeys.
My very first love bites.
I smile slightly in the darkness, looking down at his dark head, his puckered lips, hard at work on my body.
My movements are frantic now. Frenzied and fast. And I’m undulating, rocking, writhing; my feet keep slipping on the bed.
“I think I’m…”
I’m so, so close to coming and just when I feel his breath on my pussy and his finger on the tight hole of my ass, I lose all control and come. He latches on to my folds with his mouth and I pour my orgasm down his throat, tugging on his hair, hugging his face with my thighs.
I’m still in a daze, panting and sweaty, staring at the ceiling when Zach comes up from the bed and shucks his jeans off. His dick bobs in the air, hard and thick. So thick. I know the weight of it, the taste, how I have to widen my mouth, stretch open for it.
And now, it’s going to be inside of me.
Inside of my tiny little hole.
I should be afraid.
But as I watch him climb onto the bed and crawl between my thighs that just drop open for him, for his bulk to settle between them, I realize that I’ll do anything for it.
Anything for this guy hanging over me, tightened up and darkened in lust.
Anything for his dick to bust through and claim me.
I hike up my legs around his hips and cross my ankles at his back, opening myself to him, wordlessly.
Zach fists the sheets on either side of my head, sweat dripping from his neck. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“I could be crawling with diseases.”
“You’re not.”
He lowers himself on me and his cock, hot and heavy, settles on my stomach. The feel of it makes me twist under him.
“I’m not. I haven’t done it without a condom before,” he assures me.
“Good.” I snake my hand around his neck and bring him even lower so he gives me all his weight. “I’ll be your first.”
I catch his chuckling mouth in a kiss and rock against him. He rocks back.
His hand goes to my waist as he traces the outside of my body before stopping on my thigh and hiking it up even more. I dutifully do the same with the other thigh, locking my lower body with his.
“Keep ’em there, okay?” he instructs.
I nod.
With his other hand, he reaches down and fists his dick. I can feel his knuckles on my stomach as he strokes it lazily. I even feel the hot plop of his pre-cum on my skin and the vibration of his chest when he groans.
My stomach hollows out when he lines up his erection with my pussy.
He looks at my face and I fasten my eyes to his. There are lines of tension around his mouth as he watches me and I cradle his jaw, feeling he needs comfort as much as me.
I don’t want to hurt you.
I know he was only talking about sex but as I look at his tormented, horny face, I think that maybe every predator, every sharp object, has a soul. A soul that cries out when the flame burns down a moth and the lion cuts a lamb open with its teeth.
Zach’s eyes flutter slightly at my soft touch as he circles my opening with his cock. My lower body is both eager and a little rigid in fear at the impending invasion.
And it happens in one thrust.
Keeping our eyes connected, Zach enters my body in one go.
I moan and my back arches up at that. My eyes fall shut as I drag in a shocking breath. There’s pain. A pinching.
It’s everywhere but it’s not excruciating.
What’s more dominant and immediate is the fullness.
It feels like my pelvis is stretched and filled to the brim. My stomach is swollen, and my chest is about to burst.
I’m about to burst.
Zach’s head drops down to my shoulders and I feel his gusty breaths there, pummeling me like his groans.