Cherry Popper(11)
“I was hoping these lips were untouched. I want to be your first—and only—for everything.”
“You were my first real kiss. And my last.”
“Good answer.”
He cups my breasts from the bottom and pushes them together. He lightly pinches my nipples, sending a chain reaction of tingles directly to my pussy. “These are gorgeous.” I’m getting the distinct impression Ben is a boob and ass man.
His lips claim the side of my neck while his hand navigates its way down my body. His fingers dip down to the front triangle of my panties to rub my mound through the fabric. It’s not enough. I want more. Need it. Now.
I part my legs wide, giving him full access to my body. It’s an unspoken language. Touch me any way you like.
My shallow breath is moving in and out of my chest quickly as I anticipate what’s coming next. Fantasize about it.
He pushes a finger down through my slick center and back up once in a slow, torturous stroke. My clit is barely grazed.
Sweet. Torment.
I’m desperate for more so impatiently I move against his fingers. Riding them.
“My girl needs more?” There’s pure delight in his voice.
“Yes.”
He rubs his fingers up and down, every upward stroke hitting my clit. “Feel good?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He changes his technique and rubs me in a circular motion. My back arches off the bed and my legs fall even farther apart. A soft whine slips from my mouth when Ben stops and moves to kneel between my legs. Why’d he stop? It was getting so good.
He grasps the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs. “I’m dying to get my mouth on you.”
Oh shit. He’s going down.
He presses his lips to my inner thigh and trails kisses up my trembling legs. It’s impossible to stop squirming beneath him. He moves upward and nibbles the skin of my groin, making me involuntarily convulse, before he grabs my thighs and pushes them back and apart. The lamp is on so there’s soft light in the room. I’m watching his mouth devour me this time.
I move so my upper body is propped on my elbows. His brown eyes meet mine when he places his tongue against my center and drags it in an upward sweep. His eyes on mine while he does this is super hot.
He licks me again. Slow. Soft. So good I want to scream.
“You like that?”
I nod because my vocal cords fail me but I manage to get out an, “Mmm-hmm.”
He changes methods—sucking my clit into his mouth while gliding two fingers inside me, palm side up. I don’t know what he’s touching and rubbing in there but it feels so damn good, I nearly die. But I can’t die. At least not before I cum. I won’t be able to feel this way if I’m dead.
His hand moves at rapid speed and my body jolts with the first contraction in my pelvis. And then I’m so wet I feel it running out of me. My legs tense, my toes curl. I mean it. My toes fucking curl. It’s a real thing. Tingly warmth floods my face, neck, hands, and feet as I ride my orgasm to its fullest extent.
Ben comes up licking his lips. “You taste even better when you cum.”
He shoves his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushes them down. His erection jumps out and points directly at me as if to say, you’re the one and I’m coming for you, virgin, so get ready.
Can’t lie. A little bit of panic sets in.
Ben crawls over me, and his body gliding along my satin gown feels so good. He lies against me once we’re face to face, the brunt of his weight supported by his arms pressed into the mattress on each side of my head.
His eyes lock with mine. “Love you, Em.”
“I love you, too.” I place a quick kiss against his mouth and smell myself on his breath. “Now fuck me.”
“Not stopping until we piss off the neighbors.”
I part my legs wide when Ben settles between them. Reaching for his cock, he slides the tip up and down my slick center. He pushes into me slowly, and I pant in and out as I feel the stretching and then the burning sting of my virginal barrier tearing. It’s an odd kind of pleasure-pain.
He plunges all the way inside me and then stops when I grip his back tightly, digging my nails into the skin. It only takes a brief moment for the burning to pass. “I’m OK. Keep going.”
He closes his eyes tightly when he starts moving inside me. “Fuck, Em. You feel so good.”
He pulls back with deliberate leisure and then thrusts with total domination. His pace is slow at first, I think because he’s still afraid of hurting me, but every stroke is deliberate and fierce. “So tight and wet.”
He moves faster and pounds deeper when he lifts my legs to prop them on top of his shoulders. No mercy. “I’m close, Em. I want to cum inside you, but I need to know for sure that’s what you want too.”