“You don’t wish me well, Brent.” I pouted.
He grinned in response, slipping his hand around the back of my neck to pull me in for a quick kiss.
I playfully pushed his face away in protest. “There’s food in my mouth.”
“So?” he asked, and I just watched him.
“Um isn’t that … um…Weird?”
He looked away then and my eyes followed my plastic fork as I stabbed a shrimp leg. “Freya, an hour ago I had your pussy in my mouth. And I’ve eaten parts of you that you probably haven’t tasted yourself.”
Oh. My. God. I stared at him. “The things you say.”
He laughed and grabbed my ankle.
I began to scream, “The food. The food. It’s all going to go on the bed! We can’t fuck on food!”
“My bed is big enough for us and the food,” he said and tugged me hard. The paper plate fell out of my hands making an almighty mess, as I slid along the bed until he had maneuvered my body until my bare pussy was pressed tight against his hardening cock. It was a most pleasant position so I remained and subtly began to rock myself against him to return the torture.
He held me tightly, his face in my neck. “I can’t believe you can still be this shy,” he teased. “Especially after our shower, when you said—”
“Dhudndieiekmdgffodim,” I sputtered off indecipherable syllables. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“I doubt you even remember,” he said in a low sexy rumble.
“Really?” I asked, slightly curious. “Did I curse at you?”
“Worse,” he mocked.
“What did I say?”
He just smiled.
My eyes narrowed. “Are you lying?”
“I don't lie.”
“So what did I say?”
“I don’t want to tell you,” he said, and tried to push me off.
I pushed him right back down by pressing my body down on him.
“Now you’re just asking for trouble,” he warned.
I brushed my hair over one shoulder and glanced back to hold his gaze. His hands began to rub the skin of my thighs and soon they were softly tracing the outline of my waist. All the hairs on my body rose to attention. “Tell me,” I coaxed, intensifying the pressure of my grind against the solid length of his cock.
“Stop it,” he groaned, his forehead now leaning on my head, but I didn’t heed him. I slipped my hands into his briefs and grabbed his cock. At his sharp intake of breath, I pressed on. “Come on, tell me.” I moved back in his lap and positioned his now free cock between the folds of my sex. I teased the jutting head, using it to stroke my clit. I was going to chase my release then, there was no going back. Impaling myself onto that massive cock, I pushed against his chest until his back was down on the bed.
“Ah,” I groaned, and how tightly my pussy received him. I felt complete, and he felt right at home within me. I began to rock my hips against him. Rapidly and then slowly at just the perfect tempo, to get me off.
He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, as my slick cunt rode him. I could have stayed in that state forever, with the sweetest sensations in the world coursing softly through my body. It was beyond description—a state of almost otherworldly bliss that I never wanted to be apart from. I wondered how I would ever be content again without this, without him.
“What did I say?” I still managed to rasp out, wild with excitement. I rose till he was almost out of me and then slammed back down to his thighs. “I think I can fuck you better than you do me.”
“You nearly passed out in the kitchen,” he reminded me.
“Arggh,” I uttered as I slammed myself onto his cock.
He gave me free rein and I rode him hard, taking his entire length all the way till I could almost feel it in my womb, but it wasn’t enough. I could see the green veins bulging across his forehead, and his eyes were clenched shut with pleasure. I loved that I could do this to him but I wanted more.
I leaned forward. “Can you take over?”
Brent grabbed my hips and began to control the rhythm of our mating. My sex pulsed and oozed liquid desire around him, my entire body quivered with my approaching release. “Brent, oh, Brent,” I cried, as we both began to tighten with the incoming release.
He exploded before me. “Fuck!” he roared, striking his hand viciously against the headboard.
It triggered my own orgasm. He reached forward to pull me into his arms, holding unto me tightly as I quaked all around him. Tears filled my eyes at the unending euphoria of our orgasm and I hid my face and whimpers in his neck.
Never had I felt so raw, never had I felt so shaken, and definitely never—had I felt so warm and protected. I realized with a sinking heart, that I was falling in love with Brent Lucan.
He held me tightly in his arms, as we both eventually collapsed and went to sleep, but despite my exhaustion slumber eluded me. I was sure he was asleep which is why when I spoke, I didn’t expect a response, “You never told me what I said earlier.”
But it came, “You said … fuck for the first time,” he responded.
I turned to gaze at his peacefully resting face. “What? Just that? What’s special about that?”
“Nothing, and everything,” he replied, pulling me back into his arms. “I just wanted to tease you. I love teasing you.”