You waited for me to stop shaking before lowering me back down to the bed. I let go and let myself lay there for a while, your hands at my sides as if waiting for my next move. You opened your mouth to speak but stopped. What were you thinking, I wondered…
You let out a sigh and laid yourself next to me, brushing my hair behind my ear once again and holding my cheek. We locked eyes and it was at this point I felt most safe; we had opened ourselves up to one another, we trusted each other completely. I felt like the luckiest woman on the planet.
“Why did you stop?” I asked quietly, placing my hand on yours, slowly stroking it with my thumb.
“Why carry on when you won't enjoy it completely?” You asked in response, a sincere smile forming on your face.
I giggled and turned onto my side, propping myself up with an elbow to mirror you. Still holding your hand, I guided it down from my cheek, over my breast and down my side, bringing it to a slow stop on my ass. I looked you dead in your eyes, trying to figure out what your next move would be; but you didn't yield. I flashed a grin and pushed you onto your back and mounted you.
“So what now?” I asked. “Are you just going to lay there?”
“Of course not!” You said, kissing my hand. “But you are hella cute when you are annoyed.”
I cocked my eyebrow and looked at you for a second, before descending and kissing you fiercely. We rolled around the bed for what seemed like an eternity, our lips locked in an endless battle as we fought to be the one on top. At some point in the kerfuffle your shirt had come off. We stopped when it became hard to breath - I had somehow managed to wrestle my way on top, my hands on your chest, both of us panting heavily.
“I think.” You said, catching your breath. “Its your turn.”
I knew exactly what you meant. I did as you did before; slowly kissing your cheek, your neck, your chest, all the way down to you navel. I stroked you as you had stroked me. I hoped it felt as good for you as it did for me. I unfastened your jeans and started pulling them off - as they cleared your crotch I gasped; your erection, now unhindered by the tight denim stood tall like a flagpole, your boxers doing nothing to hide your modesty. I hastily pulled your jeans off and tossed them to the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor, your boxers joining them shortly thereafter.
“Are you ready for this, helmet head?” I asked, hands on your thighs, eyes wide with lust.
“As ready as I will ever be, I think.” You said quietly. “Be gentle though, its my first time.”
I smiled and nodded slightly, before closing the distance to your penis. I wrapped the fingers of my left hand around the shaft while massaging the tip with my right - it was something I learned on a porno I watched one time. I slowly worked the shaft as I stroked - out of the corner of my eye I could see you clawing at the bedding. It was working as planned, I thought. I moved faster still, and then stopped abruptly.
You opened your eyes and I wagged my finger. ‘Not yet!’ I mouthed, before sticking my tongue out. Then I pressed my lips against the tip of your penis. I kissed it from top to bottom several times, slowly juggling your balls with one of my hands. Then I started licking - every inch of your manhood. I could feel you run your hands through my hair.
“Don't stop now, oh god don't stop.” You gasped.
I was happy to oblige - I clamped my lips around your throbbing member and started bobbing up and down - my rough tongue must have felt good because I could hear your breathing become incredibly raspy. Your hands stopped running through my hair and you just pushed my head down onto your cock.
“Oh my god i'm cumming!” You croaked.
I barely had time to pull away before you ejaculated. A hot stream of cum hit me square in the face.
“Sorry.” You said, shrugging. “I didnt mean to make that much mess.”
“Dont be silly!” I giggled. “Its only natural.”
You reached for the tissues and offered them to me. I took them and cleaned the semen from my face.
“Do you usually cum that hard?” I asked, curious.
“Usually? God no.” You said, with a smile. “But obviously I had to make an exception.”
I smiled and handed you back the tissues. While you were putting the box back on the cabinet and throwing the soiled ones in the bin I took the chance to reposition myself on the bed. I was on all fours, looking back at you over my shoulder and gently wiggling my ass.
“Come and get me.” I whispered seductively. “...Big boy.”
“You are incredible, you know that right?” You said, a huge grin on your face.
I returned his smile and continued wagging my ass like a metronome. You got back on the bed and dropped to your knees and shuffled closer. You placed your hands square on my ass, squeezing a little.
“You have such a firm backside.” You whispered, slapping it.
“Very naughty!” I said slyly.
You continued groping my ass, slowly rubbing it and spreading my cheeks slightly. Then I felt you brush the tip of your cock against my vagina, slowly back and forth.
“I know what you are thinking mister.” I whispered back. “It wont work.”
I wiggled my ass once more, and you slapped it again. Slowly, you penetrated me. You were incredibly deliberate with your movements; moving inside an inch, and pulling out, moving an inch deeper still and pulling out. I was slick with juices, making your job a lot easier. You slapped my ass a final time before grabbing my hips and loosed a mighty thrust. You went as deep as you possibly could, your cock throbbing inside of me; my vagina quivered at the intrusion just as much as my lips did.
I was moaning louder and louder; you continued pulling out half way before slamming yourself back inside, again and again, faster and faster with each cycle. My knees started to give, and with a final thrust I collapsed, overcome with pleasure. My mind was completely blank for a moment - but I came back to my sense to find you flipping me back onto my front.
“Again.” I gasped. “More.”
You nodded, more than happy to oblige. You placed one hand on the flat of my stomach, and the other found two of its fingers back inside of me.
“No, not your fingers.” I pleaded. “Your cock!”
“Shush woman, trust me!” You whispered reassuringly.
I gave him a nod to continue, but I wasn't particularly happy. I wanted him inside of me, I wanted his cock inside of me, but… Then you started moving your hand; not in and out as I had expected, but up and down - your fingers hitting my already stimulated G-Spot and my worry was washed away instantly. You kept a steady pace this time, the pressure inside of me building immensely with each passing moment. I started twitching and I couldn't stop myself - the pleasure was incredible! A feeling unlike any I had ever experienced washed over me - I burst like a Dam and squirted for the first time in my life. You held me close and laughed softly in my ear.
“I… I didn't know I could do that.” I stammered.
“Neither did I until now.” You said softly. “How much do you have left in the tank?”
“Huh? What?” I asked, before realising what you meant. “Enough… I think.”
“Good.” You said. “I didnt want to leave you disappointed.”
You rolled gently back on top of me, one hand around my back on the other guided your penis inside of me once again. I, not knowing what else to do with my hand, embraced you tightly, taking any means I could to brace myself for the oncoming storm.
Slowly you started thrusting back and forth, less deliberately than before, but more passionately. You kissed my neck as you thrust, I resigned to the feeling and let my head fall back and moaned softly. Each thrust struck me like a knockout punch, I could feel my vagina quivering once more and I locked my legs around your back and let myself cum again.
“And this is your first time?” I said, panting for breath.
“Correct.” You said. “Why, dont you believe me?”
“Not particularly - you are amazing!” I whispered.
“Lets just say… I have too much time on my hands.”
We both laughed and caught our breath - when I realised his cock was still inside of me. I slid my hands from his back down to your buttocks and dug my nails into the soft flesh, causing you to yelp in pain and dismount me.
“What was that for!” You cried.
“Oh, nothing.” I said, smirking. “Now, lay down.”
“What?” You asked.
“Surely its my turn to do some work?” I shot back.
You knew what I was talking about, and obediently lay on your back - cock still standing tall. I threw my leg over and hovered, poised for action - your hands firmly on my thighs.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” You said smugly.
I wagged my finger again, before stroking your stomach. With my other hand I rubbed your penis before brushing it against my vagina again. It was so incredibly hard! I lowered myself on to it, slowly. I sat there for a moment, enjoying how deep you were inside of me. I placed a finger to your lips and started riding you. I tried to imagine what you were seeing, and feeling right now - both of us completely naked, me bouncing up and down, my breasts matching my movements exactly; your face a flash of red, it was obvious you were enjoying it as much as I was - but it didn't last, I was overcome with how good it felt and I felt myself gush again, you following shortly after.
I slowed to a halt and let my head rest on your chest - it slowly rising and falling as you regained your breath.
“That was…” You started.
“Amazing?” I finished. “Oh yes.”
“You aren't mad that I came inside of you?” You asked, a hint of worry in your voice.
“Not at all.” I said slowly. “I just hope you don't mind sleeping in a wet bed…”
“I think I can manage.” You said, caressing my back.
Somehow we managed to pull the duvet over us, and I curled up next to you, head finding its way back on your chest. You put your arms around me and kissed my forehead.
“Good night princess.” You whispered into my ear with a smile.
I didn't reply verbally, I just hugged you tighter. I looked up at your face and you did the same. It didn't take me long to drift off to sleep, my mind a complete mess of thoughts and emotions...
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