Part 12 (2/2)

His c.o.c.k looks really nice. I don't know how else to describe it; it's just a nice looking c.o.c.k. He steps closer to me, close enough that I'm sure he can smell me, smell my arousal, see just how swollen I am.

I'm moaning softly as I touch myself, as I feel that spring coiling, that ball of energy inside me expanding. It's in my belly, growing outward, and I know it's not going to take me long.

”Yeah,” he says, staring at my s.e.x. It's like he can't get enough of it. It makes me feel a thump of excitement in my chest. It makes me feel desired. It makes me feel s.e.xy.

I push two fingers inside me, and they slide in easily. I'm rubbing my front wall but it just doesn't feel as good as when he does it.

He's still enthralled with the sight of me touching myself. I feel like I'm the only girl in the world that has this kind of attention from him.

Me... the nerdy girl. Me, the unpopular girl who never hiked her skirt up, who never wore makeup to school.

He wants me!

And then we meet eyes, and like that, the tension snaps. He drops my underwear, I stand up, and he pulls me tight against his body, crushes his lips against mine, and we're kissing like there's no tomorrow, mas.h.i.+ng mouths and banging teeth and twirling tongues and sharing saliva.

I'm moaning and panting onto his face, and he's devouring my body with his hands, groping every inch of flesh I have, pulling at my nipples, rubbing the insides of my thighs, cupping my s.e.x...

I moan as he pulls a finger up through my folds, shudder as he touches my c.l.i.t. His fingers settle just above it, and he begins to rub me in circles like he did at the beach.

I squirm in his arms, turn around and put my hands behind me so I can grasp onto his manhood. He's so thick, so hard, I feel like I'm holding onto the handle of a hockey stick.

I begin to pump him behind my back, and I can feel his c.o.c.k rubbing against me. He fingers me from behind me, and our skin is pressed so tightly together that the heat from his body radiates straight into me.

He's kissing the back of my neck where it meets my shoulder, making the hairs on my body stand up on end.

I'm squirming and writhing like I was at the beach. I can't believe we're doing this again! I can't believe I'm giving myself to him like this, again!

But he makes me feel desired, makes me feel attractive. I can tell just from the aura around his body that he wants me bad... it's almost like he needs me.

And it's so hot... and it's making me so hot.

”Oooh,” I moan as he rubs me, as he caresses me, as he makes me feel good. He's creeping me closer and closer to the precipice, and I clamp my eyes shut and I lose focus on pumping him.

”Come on,” he says in my ear, and he guides me to the bed. He swipes my suitcase off it, and I watch as it turns upside down, spilling all my folded clothes, but I don't care.

I lie on the bed, looking at him, feeling l.u.s.tier than I ever have. He pulls open my knees, and he drops in between them, and I feel his hot breath on my s.e.x.

”G.o.d, you smell amazing,” he groans, and I shut my eyes, waiting for the touch of his tongue on my s.e.x, thrilling in the fact that he is about to go down on me, about to eat me out. It'll be my first time ever, and somehow, I'm not nervous.

At first I think he's going to lick my c.l.i.t, but I feel his tongue on my outer lips, swabbing up one side and then down the other. It's a tease, and I half-groan, half a breath away from hurrying him up.

But then I feel the press of his tongue against my folds, and I moan as he pulls his tongue up, lapping up my nectar, before he rests on my bud and begins to lick slowly around it.

”Come on,” I practically beg, and I run my fingers through his hair, grip onto it, and press his face down into me, mash myself into him.

He obliges. He starts to flick my c.l.i.t from left to right, and I'm just in heaven right now. I'm arching my back, gripping at his hair, and he's slowly speeding up, and I'm just utterly lost.

I feel his hand move to my entrance, and he slowly pushes a finger inside me and I groan loudly, grasping onto my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pulling at my nipples as he angles his finger upward, as he rubs my front wall.

”Oh G.o.d,” I say breathlessly, pus.h.i.+ng my hips up into his face rhythmically, almost like I'm f.u.c.king his face.

He wraps his lips around my pearl and he sucks on it while he licks it, and I push his head down harder against me.

The temperature in my core is rising; I feel like I'm coiling tighter and tighter, just waiting to be sprung.

He slides a second finger inside me, and now he's f.u.c.king me with his fingers, pressing upward with each of his hand's thrusts.

I'm stretched by his two fingers, and I feel an intense pleasure, overwhelming, and before I know it I'm cussing and swearing and I don't even know where it's coming form.

”Oh, f.u.c.k, yes, like that, like that,” I hiss at him, gripping tightly at his hair, bunching it up in my fists.

I'm gyrating my hips against his face and he's working me so well, he knows exactly how to make me feel good. He's making me feel better than I've ever made myself feel before.

I raise my whole lower half off the bed, my whole body shaking and thrilling with pleasure.

He's driving me toward the edge, closer and closer, and I feel a twinge inside me as he laps at my c.l.i.t, as he penetrates me with his fingers over and over again.

The pressure is building. It's a tightness. I'm going to explode.

”f.u.c.k,” I rumble, my voice now baritone, base. ”Don't stop,” I whisper.

”Yes... YES!” I cry as I crest. I'm soaring, in orbit.

Ecstasy grips me as I scream, as I crunch my stomach, I tighten my body. I'm rigid, frozen, a snapshot of pleasure.

He drives me through it, keeps it going, and I'm shaking and trembling, toes curled, as I'm dunked in a pool of bliss. My legs are so tight, my thighs so tense, and I'm gripping onto his hair so hard...

And then it's over. The pinnacle has pa.s.sed and I'm winding down, panting, replete, satisfied, blissful.

He eases me down, stops licking my c.l.i.t when I shudder and shake, too sensitive now. He slides his fingers out of me and plunges them into his mouth, sucking all of my c.u.m off his fingers.

I'm just lying on the bed. The backs of my hands are now against my forehead. I'm sweating, breathing hard, and I'm grinning. That felt really, really good.

That's when he gets up, and I see his c.o.c.k, rock-hard, jutting out from his crotch. I'm imbued with this confidence I've never felt before, and I sit up, push him back onto the bed, and I slide myself down his body, rubbing his c.o.c.k against first my belly, then up in between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

I can feel his pre-c.u.m leaving a hot, wet trail on my skin, and I find it so f.u.c.king s.e.xy.

He's just looking at me out of l.u.s.t-filled eyes, lips slightly parted. I can just see his teeth beneath them, and I lick my lips, finally down in between his legs.

I grip onto his c.o.c.k, absolutely love how hard he is for me, and I position it in front of my face.

There's this little thought in the back of my mind telling me that I've never given a b.l.o.w.j.o.b before, that I don't know how to do it.

”You're f.u.c.king s.e.xy when you're down there,” he tells me, his lips pulling into a smirk. He puts his arms up behind his head, and looks hotter for it.

My eyes linger on his arms, travel down their undersides, down the side of his body. I wipe my eyes over the jagged edges of the tattoo he has on the right side of his abdomen, in this position making out what it is now.

It's an abstract image of a flying eagle, only, it's in the skin, not the ink. The tribal-like lines emphasize the blank s.p.a.ce. It's like a stencil. A reverse-tattoo.