"Anyone ever tell you your eyes look like starlight?"
My body betrayed me as I quivered against him. I moaned as I rocked my hips against him, feeling the flush course hotly through my body as his fingers slid over my pussy through my naughty new panties.
His breath was hot across my neck as his lips trailed wetly over the tender skin of my collarbone. With my skirt around my waist, it was just the thin strip of fabric between my most secret place and his prodding searching fingers. They pushed at my panties, pulling them roughly aside to seek out my delicate folds.
"Let's get a better feel" his voice was dark in my ear, like the cocoa spiked with brandy that sat silent witness on the table behind us.
His fingers slid through my folds then, determinedly seeking and then finding the wetness and heat there. My body ached for more of him; ached for him to keep going. The fingers found my center then and slipped inside. I gasped, my hands clenching to fists as he sank the digit to the knuckle deep inside me. His other hand was tearing at my skirt then, pulling roughly at the zipper and yanking the plaid garment from my body. The skirt I'd spent hours deciding on, that I’d chosen over four others to wear as I stopped by tonight, lay crumpled and discarded on the floor.
His lips mauled my neck, and I moaned, feeling the naked desire as I shuddered against him. With his strong finger sliding inside me, he used his knee to spread my legs, seeking deeper entrance. My panties were pushed wetly to the side, my little pussy exposed to the heat of the room.
"I really-" I gasped and moaned as his fingers crooked inside me, stroking that sensitive spot just inside. "I really need to go!"
"I told you, it's cold out there" he husked into my ear, teeth nipping my lobe. He was pulling at the buckle and zipper of his pants then, yanking and pushing them down.
With a gasp and soft mewling sound from my lips, I could suddenly feel his cock - naked, pulsing, and huge - pressing hotly against my thigh. Oh God, he was going to do it! He was going to push it inside me! The thought drove me wild with excitement and desire, my blood pumping hotly in my ears.
"My...my sister will b-"
"Fuck your sister." His growling words sent a shock through me, making me clench on his fingers as he stroked my channel.
He pressed forward then, sliding the fat head of his cock against my lips, dripping shamefully in my desire now. My breath was hitching in my chest as I shivered with lust.
The scared, good little girl who he'd watched grow up wanted to run from that room. And yet the darker side of me inside, the girl who had grown up into a woman, wanted him to take me hard, to forcefully TAKE what I had to give. I wanted him to own me, and dominate me.\
I wanted him to make me a woman.
"I've got to get ho- ohhh…”
With a cry from my lips and a grunt from his, he was pushing into me then. His girth stretched me deliciously, and I whimpered against him. He felt absolutely huge as he slid easily through my dripping wet folds, and he moaned into my ear as my little pussy stretched around him. I clutched at his chest, gasping and dropping my head back as he pressed me against the books behind me.
His cock was up against it now, against that last vestige of my girlhood. He froze then, and his eyes quickly sought mine with a look of fear on his face. “Oh, Jesus, honey!” His eyes flared as I felt his cock throb inside of me. “You’re- this is your first time?”
I bit my lip and nodded, and he started to shake his head. “Fuck, Rachel, I had no idea. I’m so fucking sorry, I-”
“No, please,” I whispered, clutching at his shirt with my hands and clenching down on his cock with my muscles. “I want this,” I said softly. “I want to give you this.” I looked up shyly into his eyes. “Merry Christmas, Jon.”
His eyes flashed then, and he grinned before he hungrily bought his mouth to mine. And then with a primal growl in his throat as he kissed me, he was tearing through, pushing deep with my channel and sliding to to hilt deep within me.
I did cry out then, a gasp of pain and something else; something new. The full, rock hard, iron and yet velvety feel of him filled me entirely, impaling me on his cock. I grimaced at the sensation, the feeling of being stretched by him.
He slid back then, sliding wetly through my folds as I gasped and clutched at him, until just the head remained. And then with a grunt, he pushed back, and filled me once more.
There was something new then, replacing the initial feeling of uncomfortable fullness; something wonderful.