I was surprised at the softness of his skin, and that my touch raised gooseflesh wherever I went. His nipples were at least as hard as his penis apparently was, judging by the front of his jeans, and suddenly, I wanted to taste him. In a blur of rushed movement, I had his jeans undone and his cock freed with some assistance on his part.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
Deliberately catching his eye, I lowered my mouth to his cock while holding his gaze the entire time. His low, growling groan when my lips settled over him was audible bliss. I loved that I could do that to him—make him respond to me on such a basic level.
I had never had a man’s dick in my mouth before. The act was foreign and yet the feeling was so natural. I dragged my tongue over and over the tip of his cock, then sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could and flicked the smooth, taut tip mercilessly, listening carefully for cues from him about his likes and dislikes. It didn’t seem as if I could do anything wrong, as long as I was touching him.
I didn’t know what I had done, but all of a sudden he stopped responding. I reached down and began to rub his balls gently, watching and listening for any sign that he was still enjoying what I was doing, but his whole body was stiff, as if he could barely tolerate it.
“Is there something wrong?” I whispered, unable to keep the hurt from my voice.
Looking startled, Anthony lifted his head from the pillow. “Wrong?”
I wanted to curl up in a ball in a dark corner somewhere. “You—I—I’m sorry if I did something you didn’t like—”
Shit, maybe I didn’t know what I was doing at all. My inexperience was clearly obvious.
“No. Dear Lord, no! I can barely keep myself from—from getting beyond the point of no return, Raychel, and we’ve just barely started. Do you understand?”
The sinking sense of failure left immediately.
A huge platter of a hand captured me against his chest, and I saw him swallow hard. “I want you. All of you. Every bit of you that I can get. I find I’m very greedy when it comes to you, and your touch—hell, your presence in a room from thirty feet away—gets me hard. I’ve lived in a state of perpetual need for the past few months. Any touch from you… I can barely control myself. I was reciting multiplication tables in my head just to try to—get a handle on things.”
It was the rawest, most truthful speech I had ever heard in my life. His eyes were wide open, and I could see into his soul.
And the only thing I saw there was myself, and his need.
His love.
I felt myself being rolled onto my back, and Anthony followed, quickly divesting himself of his clothes and letting them land where they would on the floor, then completing what he’d started with me downstairs when he was spanking me, sweeping my pants and panties completely off and then reaching for my top. I looked up at him shyly, then. My lower parts had been bare around him off and on for a while, but it was new to me to be completely naked, and he’d only seen my breasts downstairs.
* * *
Anthony
I smiled in what I hoped was a reassuring way, but I couldn’t be sure. It felt like a grimace to me, but then I was wound tightly, my throbbing erection rearing up against her thigh, seeking the warmth and slickness between us. Her shirt came off over her head, her bra slid off her arms, then she settled back nervously, and I was able to drink in all of her naked glory at once.
She was gorgeous, tiny perfection in my eyes—just the perfect complement to me—small and rounded where I was big and angular. My body wanted to cover her, plunge myself inside her and take my pleasure within her. Instead, I moved as slowly as I could, keeping my eyes locked with hers, making sure I didn’t alarm her in any way as I nudged her legs open in order to lie gingerly between them, unable to control a blissful sigh as my errant penis settled between those puffy lips.
“Oh, God, Raychel, I want you.”
I supported my upper body on my hands above her. She looked up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, saying in a clear, soft voice, “Then take me.”
Her words flooded through my blood vessels, dilating every one I owned, until they got to my groin. Stunned, I looked down into her eyes and saw no hesitation there, absolutely none. I almost gave in. Almost.
Instead, I reached between her nether lips, gratified to find that my finger was instantaneously covered in her arousal, which I brought up to cover her clit, rubbing lightly, teasingly, making her arch into me and clutch me harder, sucking air in through her tightly clenched teeth.