Nerd Girl(77)

Ryan held my hand tightly as I briskly walked him to my room. We practically fell into the room, and as soon as he closed the door, he pushed me against it and started kissing me all over again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and then moved one hand to comb my fingers through his hair. I’d been waiting forever to do that. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. I could feel his already hard erection through his pants. His hands slowly moved along my hips and to my back, then one hand trailed up to the nape of my neck, keeping my mouth on his. The other shifted slowly down my back and eventually reached down to caress my ass.

I wanted him. I wanted him to make love to me so badly. I pressed myself against him to make my intention clear.

His mouth moved down to my neck and he murmured breathlessly, “I don’t have a condom with me. Please tell me you’re on the pill.” His lips nibbled down my neck and back up to my ear.

Thank God. “Yes!” I gasped and took possession of his mouth again.

“Thank God,” he mumbled, carefully finding my zipper and easing it down, sending shivers throughout my body. My dress fell down into a slump around my feet and I stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. His mouth still desperately possessed mine and between gasps, he tossed off his jacket and helped me unbutton his shirt. He removed it swiftly and threw it on the floor next to my dress. I could feel his hands moving slowly over by body, intentionally brushing a thumb over one of my nipples. I groaned with pleasure at the overwhelming sensation from just that small touch alone. I immediately felt a yearning between my legs.

He moved his lips down my neck, nibbled on my ear, and then placed his arms back around me to unclasp my strapless bra. We were both topless now and the feel of our bare skin pressed together for the first time made us both moan. He cupped my breasts reverently and started rubbing and pulling at my nipples with his expert fingers. He bent down to suck on one of them and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. I wanted more and didn’t think I could stand up for much longer.

I clumsily tried to undo his fly and belt and as the belt released, I pushed my hand greedily down into his boxer shorts to hold him. A guttural groan came from somewhere deep inside his chest. I was secretly pleased to see that he was a boxer man. He backed me towards the bed until my knees buckled against it and I fell backwards. All I had on now were my pink lace panties; he took that opportunity to remove the remainder of his clothing.

As Ryan shucked his pants, I leaned back on my elbows and ogled him for a few seconds. Ryan’s body was beautiful. I already knew he had an athlete’s body, but seeing him in all his glory took my breath away. His body was toned and lean and I couldn’t stop staring at his hard abs, the long and sinewy muscles on his legs. He had a light happy trail going down his long torso and abdomen. I greedily eyed his large erection; from the looks of it, he was very anxious to move things along.

Before coming back to the bed, he stopped to gaze down at me. His eyes slowly roamed up and down the length of my body; it was his turn to ogle. I suddenly felt shy and wanted to look away in embarrassment.

“No, don’t look away. You’re so beautiful,” he said softly and in awe. “I’ve imagined your naked body … frequently.” He smirked, placing his thumbs under the top rim of my panties and slowly sliding them down. My breath hitched in anticipation.

“Then come here,” I said, almost begging him. I sat up and pulled him towards me, wanting to cover up my shyness with his body. I gripped his face in my hands and stretched my body upwards to kiss him. We were a tangle of arms and legs, mouths kissing, sucking, and licking, fingers and hands newly exploring the most intimate parts of each other’s body.

He looked up and I saw the need in his eyes; I knew it matched mine. I pressed my hips against him, grasping his, encouraging him. He kissed me again, the press of his mouth warm and his tongue seeking mine. He grasped my hip with one of his hands; the other tenderly caressing my cheek.

“Look at me,” he said in a husky voice, his eyes hooded. “Keep your eyes open.”

When I did, he slowly pushed himself him into me and we both let out a simultaneous moan. He moved in and out, slowly and sweetly. I reveled in the feeling of fullness and arched under him, whimpering and writhing. His lips caressed my neck, then moved down to close over my nipples, skillfully tugging, pulling, and sucking them one by one. He reared up with both hands, arching his own back, easing out of me again and again, harder and faster. It was a heavenly rhythm. He placed a thumb right onto the most sensitive part of my sex and rubbed tantalizingly small circles as he continued to thrust in and out of me. My insides began to tighten around him and as he felt it, he increased his rhythm, pushing me higher and faster.