“Just relax,” I whispered in his hear as he stopped himself. He wanted to touch me, wanted to comb his hands through my hair, wanted to kiss my neck, down to my chest where he’d stop himself again. I could tell he wanted it all.
“He doesn’t have to know,” I said.
Hoping he’d continue, hoping he wouldn’t be able to resist himself for very much longer, hoping that just the thought of how I felt, how I tasted, would be enough for him to actually find out.
“Kiss me.” I said, grabbing his neck, looking straight into his eyes to confirm he wanted it too. He looked at me as if I was everything he couldn’t have. He wrapped his hands around my face, took hold of me, and looked at me as if he were about to devour me, about to do something he might regret, but I could tell the adrenaline of risk thrilled him much more than the thought of consequence.
“Why are you doing this to me?” He whispered. As if my touch alone was a slow yet satisfying torture.
“Because I want you.”
He looked into my eyes for one more second, and I could see something in him set off. He reached under my dress, and I felt his cold touch against my thigh. He slowly, teasingly, slid his way up to what would’ve been my panties, as I remembered I didn’t have any on. He felt the bare skin of my soft lips and looked at me like he wanted more. We both did.
He reached towards my back, ran his hands over my ass and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso, and he carried me to the couch in my brother’s living room, right down the hall from his bedroom door. It was a tiny apartment, but we wanted each other so badly. We both questioned whether we could keep quiet, but neither of us cared enough to make it stop.
We couldn’t stop.
He threw me atop the brown suede upholstery and removed his shirt. God, his abs. He approached me slowly, and when he was close enough to touch I rubbed my hands down his chest, over the ridges of his tight stomach, down to his Levi jeans.
Fuck, I want you.
I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, kissing his stomach. I unbuttoned his jeans and ran my tongue from his belly button to his briefs. I looked up at him as he ran his fingers through my hair, I could hear his heavy breathing, both terrified and thrilled of what I was going to do next.
I ran my fingers slowly over his briefs and felt his hard cock practically begging me for more. I wrapped my palm gently around his balls and he moaned so loud I had to cover his mouth with my hand.
“Shhh.” I whispered. “No noise. No talking.” He groaned and took my hand away from his mouth.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He pushed me back against the couch. His sudden spring of dominance immediately turned me on. He held my hands above my head. Straddling me, he kissed my neck. His lips felt so good against my skin. I tried to kiss him back and he held my hands down harder. He was no longer scared, and I loved it. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
As his lips stayed pressed against my neck, he held me down with just one hand and slid the other down my body. When his fingers ran over my breasts, my nipples turned hard. He slid his hand down further and gently tickled my clit, teasing me of what was yet to come.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked. “Fuck me.”
He looked at me and bit his lip. Fuck, I want him so bad. He kissed me hard, a kiss that said, I’m going to make you feel something you’ve never felt before.
He ran his fingers against my clit again, this time harder. I could feel my body quivering. My breathing getting heavier, slowly losing control of my ability to stay quiet I began to moan.
“You like that?” he asked.
I couldn’t form a word, his touch felt so incredibly satisfying. His lips slowly inched down to the curve of my breasts. He licked my nipple as it got even harder than before.
“Can I bite them?” Holy fuck. I nodded my head and he bit my nipple, soft at first, and then just hard enough to make me feel a pain that I thoroughly enjoyed.
I grabbed his briefs and slid them down. I took his hard cock into my hands. Stroking it slowly to make sure he wouldn’t get too excited. I wanted this to last. When I grabbed him he lifted his head and let out a deep breath, I could feel it against my chest.
He kissed my lips and pushed his body closer to mine. I could feel his abs against my stomach, his dick atop my pussy. He put his finger on my clit and slowly began to enter me. I was so wet.
He started slow. He put his hand in the small of my back and used it to thrust harder. He moved his hands down to my ass and grabbed me firmly. He lifted me so I was sitting upright, still inside of me he pulled my body closer. My legs wrapped around his waist and he began entering me deeper and deeper. It felt so good.
“You feel incredible,” he said thrusting deep inside of me.
My body felt hot like fire and freezing cold all at once. The skin of my legs had chills. I rubbed my hands down his back and felt his sweat run through my fingers. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back. I didn’t want him to cum just yet.
His cock was so big it stayed inside of me. I got on top of him and began to ride him. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. “Touch me,” I whispered.
His fingers massaged my chest and I couldn’t help but moan. “Look who’s loud now,” he teased.
I lowered my body closer towards him. I kissed him and bit his lip gently. He still felt so good. I could feel myself getting close to climax, but I wasn’t ready for it to end, we both weren’t. I continued to ride him, my hips thrusting against his.
“Turn around,” he told me. I loved it when he told me what to do.
I turned around and was on the couch on my hands and knees. He grabbed my ass and squeezed me. He put his hands on my hip bones and entered me from behind. I felt his cock hit my G-spot. I moaned uncontrollably. He thrusted hard and grabbed my hair. He gave it a slight pull. I loved it.
He flipped me around. “I want to see your face when I make you cum,” he said.
I knew it was going to happen soon. He was on top of me kissing my neck and I began to feel my body lose control of itself. My legs were quivering, my back arched in satisfaction. “You feel so fucking good,” I whispered.
I began to lose my breath, gasping for air, I came like I never had before. It was as if my body didn’t even belong to me. Holy shit. He looked at me and smiled. He knew he gave it to me good, not good, the best.
“You’re amazing,” I said. He laughed quietly, “Not so bad yourself,” as he laid down next to me, our bodies close together, sharing the bit of space we had. He kissed my shoulder gently as I was trying to catch my breath.
“You think he heard?” he asked. “He’ll never know.” I said.