Good God, he’s hung. It’s perfect. Never before have I seen a more beautiful penis. Long, thick, rigid and curved just right.
I drop to my knees. This dick is begging to be sucked. Topher shifts in his seat, his hand lifting to run through my hair.
“Wait. If you do that, I won’t last a minute.” The nerves are back in Topher’s voice as he lifts me up to stand between his legs. His lips press to my bare torso, peppering my skin with heated kisses. Suddenly I’m in the air, and my ass comes to rest on my desk. Oh Lord, have mercy.
He flashes me a wicked grin, then crouches down so he’s eye level with the part of my body that is aching for him. I’m consumed with need. Slowly, too slowly, he peels down my panties so I can step out of them. And the first pass of his tongue is like pouring gasoline on a fire, making my back arch as his name escapes my lips on a cry.
Topher lifts his head. "You like that? There's more where that came from." He winks at me, then dives back into me. He nibbles and sucks, his tongue somehow finding all the right places. Fuck, it’s like he was given a road map to my orgasm. He slides two fingers in, and does some sort of twisting motion that has me grinding onto his hand. Every pass of his tongue over my clit sends me soaring. He was made for this. For me.
A moan leaks past my lips as my hands tunnel in his hair. I never want him to stop. And yet, I need him to stop. Because I need a different body part of his, and I need it now.
“Topher. I need you. I need you to fuck me.”
He surges up to his feet. My hands grapple for my purse which, thankfully, is in the side drawer of my desk. Fumbling through the contents, I find what I’m looking for and hold it up triumphantly. Topher takes the foil packet and tears it open, rolling it down his rigid length clumsily. I chalk that up to nerves, and it’s endearing in a way. When he’s done, I push him gently until he sits down in my chair. Then, straddling his legs, I climb onto his lap.
“This has been a fantasy of mine for a while,” I purr. His eyes widen at my confession, then quickly darken with desire.
“I’m honoured I get to be the one to make it come true.” His voice is hoarse and deep.
“Me too.”
The weird part is, I mean that. I am glad it’s him; I can’t actually picture anyone else I would want to be here with me right now. He’s perfect. He’s sweet, he’s sexy, and he’s got this adorable innocence that intrigues me.
My hand wraps around his cock, and I notch it to my entrance as I lift my hips. Then, at an agonizingly slow pace, I slide down his length.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly. His eyes are screwed shut and his chest is heaving, as if he’s holding himself back from something. But I don’t want him to hold back. I want it all.
Slowly my hips start to move. He fits inside of me perfectly, filling every space with sensation.
“Bridget, slow down.” His voice sounds pained, but I can’t slow down. Not now, not when I feel my orgasm barreling toward me.
“Topher. Oh my God. I’m coming.”
“Fuck. Bridge. Yes. Oh fuck,” he groans, his hips pumping up into me with reckless abandon. His style is unrefined, but his enthusiasm is unmatched, and combined with the passion in the air between us, I’m skyrocketing into oblivion within seconds. Judging by the ecstasy written on his face, and the grunts he makes, Topher follows immediately after.
When my body finally stops rocking back and forth, I collapse onto his sweaty chest.
“Damn,” he pants. “I’m sorry I couldn’t last longer.”
“That is just fine,” I mumble against his neck. “Trust me. Totally. I’m all good.”
“Yeah?” Topher asks, and I lift my head so I can look at him, sensing he needs confirmation.
“Oh, yeah. More than good.”
I lay my head back down after I see the look of satisfaction on his face.
Chapter six
Topher
So that’s it, then. I’m no longer an adult male virgin. Fuck, yeah! Not gonna lie, part of me is kicking myself for waiting this long, but then again, who’s to say it would have been that incredible with someone else? Bridget is fucking perfect. The way her body responded to mine was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
The only thing bothering me is the fact that I didn’t tell her it was my first time. It may not be that big of a deal to me, but I can’t help but worry that it will be to her.
“You’re like, really good at that,” Bridget murmurs quietly, running her fingers down my bare chest. I capture her hand and lift it to my mouth, pressing a kiss to her palm.
It’s now or never.
