It’s happening, isn’t it?
He’s going to be inside me soon.
I can’t wait.
His hands are on either side of my head, making a dent on the pillow, and his breaths are so stormy that they stir the flyaway hair on my forehead.
I reach up and kiss him on the lips, making his entire large body shudder between my legs.
“Hurry,” I whisper, hugging his sides with my thighs, pressing his hips to me.
I thought now would be the time he’d shove his pants down and enter me. I’m ready, anyway. I think I’ve been ready for ages now.
But Zach moves down my body and snatches a nipple in his mouth. I thread my fingers through his hair, arching up to him, my head thrown back.
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.
Anythingfor 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.”