I pant, having a hard time catching my breath, as the pressure builds.
His fingers pump into my pussy faster and faster. He suckles my clit, drawing my breath from my body as every heart beat is felt beneath his tongue.
The fingers of one hand tangle in his hair, the other in the sheets. Just when I can’t take any more, a tidal wave of sensation rolls over me like a tsunami, devastating my dignity as I cry out.
My entire being pulses with my orgasm. Not one cell isn’t affected. My pussy spasms under Danny’s mouth as he draws out the moment. His tongue flips across my nub, his fingers still stroking my core.
Finally, he slows, and pulls away as I drop my ass back to the bed. He follows, kissing me one last time right on my clit. He looks up, those green eyes alight.
“Now, what do you want, Mo?”
I’m so ready for his cock. I crook a finger, beckoning him to come to me. He smiles, and crawls over my body. His hard dick rubs from my knee to my entrance. He slides along my slit, warm skin against wet skin.
I kiss his jaw. His stubble rasps across my mouth.
Danny kisses me, the taste of my body still on his lips, sending a gush of moisture to my opening. I wrap my legs around his ass as I pull him close. The head of his erection pushes at my entrance. His tongue traces my lips and he moves his hips forward just a bit, and draws back.
“Damn you’re tight, babe.”
He rolls his hips again, shoving his cock a bit further. When he hits my maidenhead I cringe.
He stops. “What the fuck?”
I bite my lip and look away.
His hand closes over my jaw and he turns me to face him. “How is it even possible? You’re twenty-one fucking years old.”
I tighten my legs around him, looking him square in the eyes. “Is this a problem?”
His eyebrows rise. “A problem?”
Pulling myself up to the body poised over mine, I kiss his neck. “Are we stopping?”
He looks away, but in two seconds his gaze comes back to me. His face softens and his little boy smile returns. “Fuck no, we aren’t stopping.”
His lips come down on mine. As he invades my mouth, he pulls back just a notch, sliding his hand beneath the back of my head. He grabs a handful of hair, pulling when he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.
I gasp and he goes still.
He whispers, “You okay, Sweets?”
I inhale and exhale a couple of times, trying to relax as my body screams at the invasion. But in only a few moments it starts to adjust.
Finally, I nod. “I’m all right now.”
Danny kisses my temple and pulls back in super slow motion, but not all the way out. “Still okay?”
I blink away the tears prickling the backs of my eyes. “Yeah.”
Then he freezes completely. “Shush.”
My grip on his waist tightens. “What is it?”
“I think I heard something.”
Then from somewhere in the house Danny’s mom, Charlotte, yells, “Danny? We’re home. Come on down.”
He drops his forehead to mine, mumbling. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I push him off, rolling away and scrambling to find clothes to put on.
Shit.
My shorts? Where’s my shirt? Oh, good Lord, it’s in the theater. “Damn. It. What do I do?”
Danny falls onto his back, his cock standing at attention. “Why the hell are they home? They weren’t due back for another two weeks.”
I smack his knee. “You better go down there before she comes up. Damn, I’ve got to get out of here. How do I sneak out? This is just my luck.”
Panic wells in my gut. I slip my shorts on and grab a t-shirt out of the drawer Danny pulled one from the other day. When condoms scatter, I dive to the floor, pushing them under his bed.
When I stand, he’s still sprawled on the mattress, his legs hanging over the side. I kick his shin. “Get down there.”
He points to his hard-on. “I can’t go down there like this.”
I’d have thought his mom yelling for him would’ve killed any desire he had—apparently not.
“Well, you better at least give her an answer, or she’s going to come looking for you.”
Danny stands. His cock bounces as he takes a giant step to his door. He calls down. “Hey, I was just getting in the shower; I’ll be down in a little bit.”
After a second or two, she replies, “Okay. We’ll be in our room.”
I let out a deep breath. “So, how am I going to get out without them knowing I was up here?”
He folds me into his arms. “I’m sorry, Sweets. This isn’t how I planned this to go.”
I pull away. “Seriously, Danny. I have to get out of here.”
He frowns. “It’s not that big a deal, Mo. We’re grown-ups. What do you think they’ll do, ground us?”