I shiver and buck against him, focusing on the feeling again, just the heat, just the closeness, just the growing ecstasy which feels like it’s never going to stop.
But then I feel the orgasm coming, similar to the ones I’ve given myself over the years, but so, so, so much more intense. It’s like all the dials have been turned up to a thousand.
“Your pussy is rippling for me,” he snarls. “You’re so fucking close. Come for me, Billie. Come on my hand. Do it. Now. Now. Now.”
I bite down as a scream tries to escape me, my pussy releasing all the restrained pleasure. It erupts from the end of his finger, the fire flaring, the flames hissing, lighting up my body.
I collapse against him and dig my fingernails into his shirt, into his chest, clawing down as my hips shift in time with his finger. I feel the wetness seeping out of me, my whole world honing down to the wet steamy feeling between my legs.
Panting, I slink back on the couch, my hands falling to my sides.
“You horny fucking girl,” he growls, smoothing his hand down my leg. “I need you, Billie. I can’t wait anymore. I need that pussy. I need to feel you tighten – like you just did – but with my dick buried inside of you.”
“Wait.”
The word pains me to say, but I have to.
I should’ve told him before.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I sit up, wriggling as I pull my dress back down to my knees. It’s like I’m fighting the desire captivating me every moment, my hands feeling as though they’re going to move in the other direction, pulling my dress even higher to reveal my soaked panties to him.
But that will lead to the bedroom – or maybe he wants to do it right here – and I can’t stop thinking about how he’ll react if I tell him too late.
If we get to the moment, the moment, and then I blurt it out…
I stand, pacing over to the window, looking at the balcony and the remains of our meal. The sun has set, lights sparkling from the city below us. I focus on them instead of the brightness of the revelation trying to burst out of me.
“Billie.”
Aaron walks up behind me, his reflection in the glass looking massive and dominating, a man who’s going to take me hard, claim me, be with me forever.
I need to be careful.
One step at a time.
“I’m a virgin, Aaron.” The words come out in a rush, collapsing into each other. “I know I should’ve told you before. I know I shouldn’t have let things get this far—”
“On the couch. Now.”
“Aaron, I said…”
“I’m not going to have sex with you. Not yet. But I need to explode on those tits. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Is that all?” I whisper, as my pussy starts to tingle again, my skin feeling sensitive and raw. “Because yeah, yeah, if you want that – yes, Aaron, I’d love to, um, help in that way. If you’re okay with not going any further yet?”
He grabs my shoulders and spins me around, staring down at me. “Yet. What a beautiful word that is. On the couch, and get those tits out. You have no idea how crazy you’re making me.”
“Really?” I whisper.
He grabs my wrist and guides my hand to his crotch, directing it up and down his manhood. I gasp as I feel how big he is, massive, just like the rest of him, my palm shaping to the outline of his length, feeling his firmness pushing against my hand.
“Really,” he growls.
He takes me to the couch and pushes me down softly, and then his hands' dart to his belt.
“What should I do?” I whimper.
“Get your tits out and play with them for me. Massage them. I’m going to explode.”
Before I told him I was a virgin, I could sense the lust in him. It was overflowing.
This is different. It’s like he’s even hornier than before, veins bulging in his neck, his hand shaking, causing his belt buckle to rattle.
I busy my hands with my dress, pull it down, and then quickly remove my bra. His eyes snap open even wider.
“Those tits…”
He falls to his knees and takes them both in his hands, squeezing them together, sucking one nipple and then the other. He groans as his hands sink even deeper into my flesh, sucking one nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
The sensation is completely new, a hot welcome feeling.
And then he stands up and pulls out his cock.
It springs free, massive, unbelievably huge. The end is bulging and glistening with precome.
“Shall I?” I whisper. “Or do you want to?”
“Do you want to?” he counters.
“Hmm-mm.” I nod. “As long as you don’t make fun of me.”
“What?” he growls. “I’d never make fun of you, especially not when you’re looking so goddamn sexy. Grab my dick baby, and play with your pink little pussy at the same time.”