“I remember how sensitive these were,” I mumbled, placing my mouth over her breast, gently biting her through her shirt. “I could almost make you come just from that, do you remember?”
“Yes.” She giggled breathlessly as I reached behind her and grabbed her ass, my hand traveling down to lift one leg up, so it could rest on my hip. She was so tiny and felt so good in my arms; it was taking everything I had not to rip those white panties off and bury myself in her. She wanted to moan? I’d make her moan.
“I loved it when you did that,” she answered shyly.
“Do you still?” I felt an unfamiliar surge in my stomach as I looked down at her, waiting for her to answer the question.
“Why don’t you find out?” she whispered in my ear, running her fingers through the hair on the back of my head.
I met her lips again, running my hand over her ass. Taking my free hand she pushed it between her legs. With her hand on top of mine, she ran my fingers over the wetness of her panties.
I was so turned on, I had to have her. I pushed myself up and flipped her, so she was completely on her back. She lay against my pillow looking up at me, unsure of what was coming next. I grabbed her by the knees, pulling her down toward me and placed my hands on her waist. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She lifted her ass just enough, so I could slowly pull them off her. As I lowered them down her body, I made sure my fingers roughly grazed the skin of her thighs. Her eyes closed as I continued raking my fingers down her legs. When I had removed her panties and had finally torn my gaze from her body to look at her face, I saw that she was innocently biting her finger, a light blush on her cheeks.
Throwing her panties on the floor, I gently pushed her knees open wide, exposing her to me. She was shaved bare and glistening. “You want me to touch you?”
She nodded her head.
As soon as she did that, I ripped off the tiny top she was wearing. Meeting her lips with mine, I felt her tug at my T-shirt. I reached back and pulled the shirt off me, sitting back up between her legs. “Are you finished with him, Hope?”
She slowly nodded her head. I had to know before I got involved with her like this. We had never had sex, and there was no way I could open myself up like that to find out she was still involved with him. I knew that once I had a taste of her, there was no way I could go back to anything else. I wasn’t taking a shake of her head for an answer; I wanted to hear the words. “Are you finished with him, Hope?” I asked again.
“It’s over, Carter. You’re who I want. You were always who I wanted.” As soon as the words were past her lips, I ran my fingers over the inside of her thigh, coming close to but not touching her center.
“Touch me, Carter. Please touch me.” She closed her eyes, arched her back, and bit her lip. I loved listening to her beg, and if I had to, I would keep making her beg all night because every time my name escaped those lips, my cock got harder.
I bent down and took her nipple in my mouth, running my tongue over it and biting it gently. With her head arched back, she kept pushing those beautiful breasts into the air. She was about to come undone already, I could tell. I released her nipple and ran my fingers through her wetness. I heard her suck in a breath, a deep moan coming from her throat as my fingers danced softly over her clit.
I couldn’t wait to bury myself in her. “Are you still a virgin?” I asked, whispering in her ear as I continued circling her clit.
I pulled my hand away from her, waiting for her answer. She looked at me. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, those innocent eyes of hers peering back at me. She slowly nodded her head. She had waited. It was something I respected about her more than anything. “Are you sure you want...”
She put her finger to my lips, her face becoming serious, and nodded. “Yes, Carter, I want it to be you.”
I kissed her slower and deeper than earlier. I needed to take my time with her, let her know that what we were about to do meant something to me as well. It was the only way I could do this. All the feelings I had felt for her before came rushing back and hit me harder than I had expected, my heart pounding hard. To be honest, I knew they had never really left; they had just been buried behind lots of women, studying, and many booze-filled nights.
Hope
I closed my eyes,letting myself get lost in his kiss. In that one single moment that I had said yes to him, all the feelings I still held for him floated through my head. It had been three years, but those feelings had never died.
His eyes raked boldly over me as he removed his pants and whipped them into the corner. My heart jolted, and my pulse pounded as his fingers danced down my arm to my hand. He took my hand in his, placing it on his hard cock. My heart hammered in my chest as I noticed that my hand barely even closed around him.
He brushed his fingers over my clit and then I felt his finger at my entrance. He met my lips, and as he forced my lips open with his tongue, he slowly pushed one finger inside of me. I gasped as he slid another finger into me, his thumb continuing to brush over my clit. He pulled his lips away and placed his hot mouth on my nipple, lightly sucking it with his mouth.
I let out a loud moan; I could feel myself starting to tighten around his fingers. “Not yet, don’t come yet,” he whispered, pulling his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty. Kneeling between my legs, he pushed them open again and looked down at me. I was so open and on display to him. He reached over and opened his nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom. I watched as he tore the package and rolled the condom over himself. “You ready?”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Just be gentle, Carter, please.”
“You don’t need to tell me that. Just be still and try to relax.” I felt him at my entrance, and then he started to slowly push against me. I could already feel him stretching me. The burning sensation took my breath away; it was almost too much, and he was barely even in me. He stopped, letting me adjust before he pushed further in. “Relax, baby, just relax and breathe.”
I hadn’t even been aware I had been holding my breath until he had said something. As soon as I exhaled, he pushed in a little more, stretching me even further. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he wrapped his arms around me and pushed himself all the way in. “Relax, baby.” His hot breath brushed over my ear as he whispered the words.
He started easing himself in and out of me, and the more I relaxed, the less painful it became. Soon he was deeply planted inside of me, moving slowly and deeply. A few short pumps and I could already feel myself tightening more around him. He reached under me, holding my waist, his fingers finding my clit. I couldn’t fight the sensation building in me as he continued stroking over my clit. He pumped a couple more times, and I finally felt myself let go, calling out his name. I gripped his biceps as he continued pumping into me, and soon I felt his muscles tighten, and he too finally let go.
He crashed on top of me, breathing hard, and held me tight. A few minutes later I watched as he held the top of the condom and pulled himself from me. He got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. I scooted over to the back of the bed and was horrified to see a few drops of blood on his crisp white sheets. I didn’t have time to hide it. He was already standing in the doorway, holding a cloth in his hand, looking down at me. I could feel the tears building behind my eyes.
“It’s all right, it’s normal. Don’t worry about it. Just lie back and relax.”
I did as he said, trying to let myself relax. He gently opened my legs and eased the warm cloth between them, cleaning me. He said nothing, just watched me as I closed my eyes. He lay down on the bed beside me and pulled me against him, holding me in his comforting embrace. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”