Nate massages my breasts with his tongue, his hand finding its way and flicking my nipple to force jerky thrusts out of me, his fingers touching me in a way that has me arching back, my eyes somehow wide and making out my room with a rush amplifying my senses.
Our lips and tongues are kissing, swirling, and we’re biting at each other. We both undo his shirt buttons at the same time and fling that into the air somewhere, too.
Forehead to forehead, I look down at him undoing his button and zip, at his erection ready for me. He drops his pants to his ankles and I feel him shimmy them off as I grip onto the elastic of his briefs and stretch it far it over his length, which is saluting me, and down his thighs. My fingers are shaky and they don’t take it off, but Nate grabs it and slides it off with one hand.
And then his fingers work down his own body. He pulls his beautiful length and draws it to me. It glides to my entry and past with my wetness coating him. He slides over, back and forth in a slow erotic massage.
Nate … Nate is heaven. Knowing it’s been—what?—months since he’s slept with or had another girl touch him, I feel satisfied I have that power over his male needs. There is no way this would have felt so mind-blowing in high school. His touch knows how to please me in ways I haven’t dreamed of and knowing that experience is from past relationships, knowing he will put that to rest indefinitely so he can have me makes me want him more.
His length slides down further, and reaches my second entry.
Lips to lips, he whispers a strangled, “Sorry, you feel so fucking good everywhere,” and slides back up.
He grabs on to his length and teases my entry. He looks at me purposely and grins.
“You cock tease,” I reply.
“You desperate for some vibration, Kall Bell?”
“Vibrato,” I correct. “And I will beg. I swear.”
“Hmm,” he hums, “So stop doing this?”
He pulls back a bit so I can see him massaging himself then delicately traces my edge. Reactively, I convulse at what his touch does to me and rock the tip just inside, but he pulls back.
“Why?” I rasp. I gasp for breath and try lifting my hips. “Come on. Please! Don’t you want it?”
He moans then rights himself, hovering above me, impossibly tall and huge. “Kall Bell, watching your undoing, wanting only me and not concerned for anything else, watching you plead with me is hard to give up when I have you like this.”
I rock again and he lets me feel his tip tease my entry, pulling back just as it connects.
He massages himself more and tells me, “Touch it” so I do and we both have a fist, each jerking, and he groans, “Fucking tighter,” and I grip tight.
Biting on his lip, he stifles a cry. Then he snaps back and impossibly fast his chin is down low, between my thighs, me already forced up and into a mangled position as I can’t move fast enough for him. I widen my legs for his task.
He starts licking, sucking me in to his lips and pressing his tongue into me. He fucks me with his tongue, and my body responds. My thighs clamp his head between my legs tighter, and I squash him far, feeling so, so bad yet not even caring. He moans in pleasure and says harder so I force him down again with the pressure between my thighs.
He pulls away and I’m left.
Breathless.
Tortured. Again.
He fucks me with his finger and almost has me at release but scolds, “With me, Kall. Let go with me,” and his finger slips out although I had every intention of taking my selfish need and riding his finger to high pleasure.
It’s then I decide to take back control and reach down to clamp my fist around his length. He slips out the beginning of a cry before silencing himself and I force him down.
He doesn’t so much as try to resist. He flops back on to the bed and his glorious length is vertical and thick like a beam. God, it’s so tasty, I think as I bend down and lick a wide streak, tasting his length as I slide up and then pop his tip into my mouth. His pre-cum is strong. He is getting off on this so hard.
Two times, I use my mouth to slide up and down and my hands to follow through and double his pleasure. His hands come to my head and push down hard and I gladly release my hands so I gag and he hears it, loud and clear. Then I gag myself again on him and he says, “Sorry, that’s so fucking hot. Fuck, fuck,” and he slips back, holding his dick.
“Give me a moment,” he says, with a hint of embarrassment. “I was too close.”
“I’ve got it in there for you,” I say and he opens my bedside table drawer and withdraws the condom. We shouldn’t have mucked around like that before, but he didn’t push into me anyway, just slid at my entrance.