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My heart beating fast, I reached behind me to unsnap my bra. Hesitated. Even though he’d seen me like this just this morning, my nerves still hummed to life.
“Take it off,” he said quietly. His eyes darkened further at the sight of my bare breasts released from the embroidered cups. They rose to mine. “I don’t think I can be gentle tonight,” he said, half warning, half promising.
In answer, I rolled the absurdly small scrap of black fabric that was the panties down over my hips, kicked them aside.
Con pulled me to him, and I felt the tension in his hands as they skimmed over my naked back to my buttocks. He squeezed hard, still holding back. I pressed against him eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck and rubbing against his hard cock, ready to be filled by it again. He shook his head though and led me around to the couch.
“Sit down.”
I sat and reached for him, but he shook his head again and huffed out a strange laugh. “No, if I feel your lips on my cock, it’s over. We’re going to try something different.”
To my surprise, he knelt down in front of me and parted my knees, fitting himself between them.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked, lowering his mouth to my inner thigh.
Wordlessly, I shook my head.
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Good. I want to be your first everything.”
Everything? But I only had a moment to wonder what else everything consisted of before he reached up with one hand to squeeze my breasts while his tongue flicked into me. Sensation hit me like a Mack truck. I moaned, knotting one fist in his hair, grabbing the edge of the couch with the other.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Con asked, his voice almost taunting. He had to see that my eyes were rolled back in my head. I could barely speak. He didn’t give me a chance anyway. He was doing figure eights with his tongue and each swipe against my clit pushed me closer to orgasm.
“Yes,” I managed to moan. “But I want you inside me.”
“Didn’t I teach you anything last night?” He pushed two fingers in, pumping relentlessly. “You can have multiple orgasms. I’m the one who has to pace himself.”
He made me come twice just from his mouth and fingers. Then he stood up, rock hard, his whole body quivering with the tension of holding himself back to focus on my pleasure. Though seconds before, I’d felt boneless and sated, I felt my desire surge back.
“My turn,” I whispered, sliding down onto my knees in front of him.
Con’s hands knotted around my shoulders, and he pulled me up. “No,” he rasped. “I need to fuck you now.”
He gave me a hard, bruising kiss, then turned me around and pushed me over to the side of the couch. “Bend over.”
I bent over and grabbed the arm of the couch for support, my nerves coming back.
Con pushed into me, from behind his cock stretching me almost to the point of pain. He wrapped his large hands around my waist, and I sensed he was holding himself back. Letting me adjust. I nudged back against him, letting him know I was ready. That I wanted more.
His hands tightened, and then he began to rock his hips back and forth. I squeezed my eyes shut; the pleasure almost unbearable. I was making keening noises I’d never heard myself make before. In between, begging him for more.
“You like it like this?” he asked, plowing into me harder.
I nodded desperately, though my head was already bouncing around from the force of his thrusts. “Yes, yes,” I said, almost pleading. I’d never imagined sex could be like this. Animalistic in its passion but still somehow safe. Con could have asked me to do anything, and I would have done it eagerly.
“I can’t believe I’m the only man who has gotten to see you like this,” he said almost to himself.
“You’re the. Only one. I’ve ever wanted like this,” I managed to say. Mounting pleasure and pressure was pushing me toward another orgasm. “Con, I’m going to–”
He laughed darkly when I couldn’t bring myself to say it. “Go ahead, but I’m not done yet. I have more I want to do to you. Show you.”
I lost count of how many times I orgasmed that night. At some point, the lamp got knocked off the side table, plunging us into darkness. Finally, half on the couch, half on the floor, our bodies so slick with sweat that we nearly slid off each other, Con let himself come. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tightly while he jerked and spasmed inside me.
“Fuck,” he breathed, sinking down onto me, finally exhausted and spent. “Lily, you’re going to kill me.”
“Me?” I laughed, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re the one with all the tricks.”
He shifted his weight so that he was entirely on the couch, then pulled me against him. We were both breathing hard, damp with perspiration. There was a blanket on the floor, but neither of us reached for it.
