My Taboo First Time(4)

“You’re all bony,” he said, tracing the outline under his lips.

I grunted and tugged on him and he moved up, kissing up my throat, laboring over it, luxuriating over it until he sucked hard on my chin, then found my lips again. His kiss was wet and salty and made my stomach quiver. I was tasting myself on his tongue. He pulled away, tugging on my lips as he left me lying on the bed and stood up. He hooked his thumbs int he waistband of his shorts and shoved them down all at once. His cock bounced and slapped against his belly before swaying in front of him, heavy and hard. I stared at it, my throat suddenly going dry and tight as a fist at the sight.

“What?” he said.

“You’re, um,” I said. “You’re bigger than I thought.”

He grinned, and leaned forward, falling over me on the bed. His hands hit the mattress on either side of my body, pressing the springs down so they there me back up at him as he kissed me again and his cock slid against my belly, hard and hot. Feeling it against me sent a shiver up my spine and my hand snaked under him. I took hold of his shaft and felt it, closing my fingers around it and thinking about how it would feel inside me, spreading me open and filling me. He pulled back, and traced his fingers over my cheek.

“Are you okay?” he said, his playful aggression all evaporated. “We can stop if you don’t want to.”

I slid my hands along his sides and felt him tense. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just a little nervous.”

“A little?” he said.

“A lot.”

He blinked and ran his fingers through my hair. “Why don’t you be on top? It might be easier that way.”

He rolled over me and spread out on the bed, and his cock slapped against his belly with a surprisingly loud sound. He lay there, bronzed from the sun and flushed with excitement, veins popping out on his arms and legs and the chiseled muscles of his stomach, and his cock was so hard it jumped a little with every beat of his heart. He touched my hip and I crawled over him, discarding my top as I did, letting it fall with my underwear. Unsure of myself, I moved over him on all fours, and sat down on his thighs. I would have to hold his erection and guide him inside me. I held it in my hand stroked it a little, and he grabbed my arm.

“We can stop,” he said. “Really. Or I can finish you off with, um, you know.”

“By licking my pussy,” I said, mocking his faded bravado.

“Yeah,” he said, grinning.

I hitched myself over him and rested on top of his cock, pinning the shaft under me, and slid my lips along his length with a shift of my hips.

His head pushed back into the mattress and he grunted.

“Oh shit, oh Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed, grabbing my hips.

I rose up, flexing my thighs to shift onto my knees, and put one hand on his chest. The other I wrapped around his cock, lifting it straight, and lowered myself until I could feel the head brushing my sex with a soft wet sound. I gasped as it touched me, and then again when I found the right spot and, my stomach churning with excitement, let my weight start to push him inside me. I was shocked that it came all at once, the head sort of popping in, and I croaked out a little cry as it sank deeper and I felt a sharp pain that turned into a burning sensation as I relaxed my legs and took him, slowly, into my body. He lay back on the bed and grabbed my hips. I thought he meant to push but he steadied me and slowed my descent, his grimace of exertion fading into a contended smile as I settled onto his hips, his cock speared up inside me.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little bit,” I said, growing used to the sensation.

It felt so weird, being so full. I’d used my fingers before but it was nothing like this. I put my hand on my stomach, trying to feel him through my belly, but he laughed at me and I pulled it away. He reached out, sitting up a little, and I gasped as I felt him shift inside me, pulling out just a little as his body contracted and then sliding in my tight channel as he took my arms and pulled me down, so I was lying on top of him, face to face. He wrapped his arms around me and I slid mine under his neck and rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. Slowly, I began to work my body against his, feeling our sweaty chests and stomachs sliding against each other as his cock shifted inside me. The pain had faded now, not gone but overwhelmed with a throbbing pleasure. He shifted and I shifted and we writhed until the sheets were twisted under us.

Something magical happened. His cock sliding in my cunt hit the right spot, stroking over it as I felt my clit grinding against him, and heat flared in my body. My stomach clenched and I heard him grunt, his movements becoming jerky, his arms shaking.