AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans. He palms my breasts, testing their weight in his hands. His thumbs brush over my pert nipples and I can’t hold back the moan that falls from my lips. “Your tits are so much better than I could have ever imagined,” he says as his fingers make quick work of the clasp on my bra. He drops it to the side, then dives in, licking both nipples before pulling one into his mouth.
I can’t help but arch into his touch. My body desperate for release just as much as it is for his touch. I grasp at his shirt, pulling it from his jeans and up his torso. He releases my breast long enough to unbutton the top of it and pull it over his head. His torso is exposed to me, the ripples of his abdominal muscles making me drool at the way they move, especially when I press forward and lick along them. “Harper,” he groans my name, the desire in his voice encouraging me on.
I kiss a few more ridges, getting closer and closer to his belt buckle. Without removing my lips from his skin, I open the buckle and pop the top button of his jeans.
“That’s enough,” he states, pushing me back onto the bed. “I get to pleasure you first.”
I slide back on the bed and he follows me until I’ve got my head on my pillows. He slides the pads of his fingertips from my collarbone, down between my breasts and down until he runs them along the top edge of my shorts. “Can I take these off of you?” he asks, sitting back on his knees, which bracket my hips.
“Yes,” I tell him, nodding my head in agreement. “I’m not waxed or shaved,” I blurt, wanting to make sure that he’s not expecting that.
“Baby, that shit doesn’t bother me, I’ll take you however you like to be.” It feels like it takes forever for him to undo the button and lower the short zipper, when in reality it probably isn’t more than thirty seconds. I lift my hips, helping him as he tugs my shorts off and down my legs. He leaves my panties, thank God I thought to put on one of my nicer pairs when I showered and changed after work. I can’t say I didn’t have the idea of wearing my best ones in the off chance that he’d see them, but now I’m really glad I did.
“Fuck,” he growls again as he passes his thumb over my mound. “You still good?” he asks, flicking his eyes back to me.
“I’m great,” I tell him, bringing my hand up to cup his cheek. He turns his head, placing a kiss against the center of my palm.
“If anything changes, just say the word,” he says before lowering down and settling between my legs. I suck in a breath, my nerves going haywire at the anticipation of having his mouth on my most intimate places. He adjusts my legs, placing them over his shoulders as he really gets comfortable. This is all so foreign to me. I’m not a virgin, by any means, but I’ve never had a guy put this much focus on pleasuring me first. It’s always been about blow jobs and getting the guy off; if I came in that amount of time, then good for me, but nothing like centering things on my pleasure first.
“Ah,” I moan, my back bowing off the bed at his first swipe at my center. My panties are on, and it is still better than any other experience.
“Very responsive. When was the last time you had an orgasm?” he asks from between my legs.
“Um,” I studder and try to think. “One that I gave to myself or from a man?” I ask, looking for some clarity to his question.
“Both,” he says, sliding my panties to the side so he can brush the pad of his thumb over my clit. My mind goes blank momentarily at the contact. “Harper, last time you orgasmed?” he prods again.
“Oh, right. Ummm…” I stall once again. “Like, a week ago in the shower and more than a year with a partner,” I tell him honestly.
“Oh, Harper, just hang tight. We’re going to fix that,” he tells me before tugging my panties off and diving tongue and teeth first into pleasuring me.
I lose myself in his touch. The way his tongue flicks my clit before he sucks it between his lips, the way his long fingers slide inside my channel, scissoring as he finds the exact way to bring me to a screaming orgasm. My body goes rigid as I crest over the edge, the endorphins flooding my bloodstream is the best feeling in the world. I go limp against the bed, my legs falling from his shoulders as he releases my clit. I vaguely feel his lips press against my inner thighs before he pushes up the bed, dropping kisses along my torso on his way up.
I curl into his side once he’s settled next to me, enjoying the heat and connection to his body. He’s still got his jeans, and whatever is under them, on, but I don’t miss the bulge in the center as I place my leg over the top of him.
My skin breaks out into goose bumps as he lightly brushes his hand up and down my side as I come down from my orgasm. Once I’ve cleared my vision, I place a kiss to his chest, pushing up slightly to look at him. He looks just as blissed out as I do, and he’s only given me pleasure.
“It’s your turn now,” I tell him, trailing a hand down his pecs towards his abs.
“Are you sure?” he asks again.
“One hundred percent,” I tell him, lowering his zipper all the way. I reach inside the band of his boxer briefs and pull his cock out, stroking it a few times as I learn the feel of it and what he likes. I shift down the bed, bringing my mouth even with his cock. I give it a little tease lick, and he moans just as loudly as I did earlier.
Before he can stop me, I open wide and take as much of him into my mouth as I can, and bob up and down his shaft, using my hand as I pull up. I lick around his crown, making sure to tease the sensitive spots that have him holding back thrusts.
“Harper,” he groans, slipping a finger under my chin and pulling me off his cock.
“Yes?” I ask, looking up at him.
“You need to stop that or I’m going to come down your throat.”
“And?” I ask, like that’s a problem.
“I’d rather be balls deep inside you when I come.”
“Oh,” I chirp. “Okay,” I agree. He quickly slides off the bed and shucks the rest of his clothes off. He tosses his wallet on the bed before his jeans hit the floor. He opens it, pulling a condom from it, and tosses it up to me. I grab it, ripping it open before handing it back to him. I watch with rapt attention as he rolls it down his cock. “How do you want me?” I ask as he strokes himself a few times.
“The better question is, how do you want it? I know I’m going to come any way I can be inside you, so what works best for you, sweetheart?”
