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His dirty talk pushes me right over the edge and I come, shouting his name as he cups my throbbing center. He pinches my clit and I beg and plead for him to let me come again. I rise up on my knees and watch him as he continues rubbing, looking down as well. My hands intertwine through his hair, pulling on the strands.
I kiss him hard and long, a cocky smile forms on his lips as he watches me shatter, pulsing around him. I never want this feeling to end.
He holds me in his arms as I ride out my second orgasm.
“One day I’m going to own every part of you,” he whispers against my parted lips, and his lopsided grin warms my entire body.
With his eyes half-closed, he leans back against the pillows, looking a little dazed. I can still taste him on my lips. God, I want him, every part of him. It doesn’t matter that it still scares me a little. I know he is going to be my first. He turns on his side, taking me with him.
I don’t understand. Doesn’t he want to have sex with me? Doesn’t he want release himself? I look at his cock. It is rock hard.
He brushes his trembling thumb over my bottom lip. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” My voice shakes a little, like his body.
His hard-on still presses against me; sweat drips down his stomach. Fuck he smells good. A tingling sensation spreads to my clit, along with an ache I’ve never experienced before.
“When you and I are both ready. I don’t want to rush this.” He kisses me softly on the side of my mouth.
I lean into him, his arms hold me closer to his trembling body, and I sigh. I reach and caress his length, ever-so-slowly stroking his shaft from bottom to tip. He growls when I swirl my fingers over the head, feeling the precum, and I know he wants this as badly as I do. He takes my hand and links our fingers together between us, guiding me over his erection.
We stare at each other, never breaking eye contact as we both pump him, picking up the pace.
His eyes go hazy and his mouth opens. He leans forward and kisses me, letting go of my hand so I can explore him. I’m finding out what he likes, and his intakes of breath tell me when I’m hitting the right spot or if I’m pumping him too fast or not hard enough. He likes it when I brush my thumb and index finger over the top of him, and let my fingers skim his balls.
“Al,” he groans, his hands moving into my hair, pulling a little, before cupping my cheek. His body shakes. “Faster,” he demands, his head falling back into the pillows.
I smile, pushing him harder, feeling a little thrill in the pit of my stomach because I am making him pant and moan like that.
“That’s it.” His voice is strained.
Lost in his addictive male scent, I dip my head lower as he closes his eyes. I have always fantasized about the next part. It scares me, but also ignites the fire burning deep inside of me.
I take him into my mouth, and he groans my name. I look up, his cock still pulsing between my lips. I bob my head up and down and he leans back on his elbows, watching me take him all the way to the back of my throat. I never thought I would do that, but having him between my parted lips, stretching my mouth, I’m so turned on. The wetness between my legs builds, like his constant panting. His left hand holds my hair as I lower my head, tracing the rim of his cock with my tongue.
Letting my teeth scrape along the vein on the side of his erection he hisses. Taking him back inside my mouth, I swallow hard. He mutters, “Fuck me,” and I chuckle.
He opens his eyes, watching me, his chest rising and falling with labored breathing. I lick his long shaft again before circling the tip and taking him deep, fighting against my gag reflex. The look in his eyes is that of longing. He doesn’t mind that I haven’t had experience, that I take it too slow or sometimes too fast. He keeps repeating my name, the fingers in my hair drawing tight, as I lick a bit of precum from the broad head of his cock.
I swallow again and his balls hike up, and his hand moves over the hollow of my cheek.
“Babe, I’m close. I’m going to come.” His cock jerks as I swallow. “You can pull back. But, fuck me, don’t stop,” he says, groaning out the last part.
But I don’t want to pull back; I want to feel his release filling my mouth, to taste him on my tongue and on my lips. I suck him again and with a growl, he comes hard, calling out my name, his cum spurting inside my mouth against the back of my throat. As I swallow, he places his fingers on the side of my neck. I let his semi-hard cock go, his release spilling over my chin. Reaching out, he brushes some cum from my lips. I suck his thumb, tasting him, moaning again.
Grinning from ear to ear, he pulls me against his body before falling back into the pillows. “Fuck me, that was ...” He brushes a stray lock behind my ears, clearly lost for words.
“I know.” I chuckle. “I think it was okay for my first time.”
He laughs, still holding me, a deep vibration rumbling through his body and mine. “Babe, that was the best fucking blow job I ever had.”
I slap him on his chest, my grin splitting my face in two.
“Sorry, Allie. I have amnesia. I don’t know what ever happened to me before this went down between us.” With his tongue between his teeth he waggles his eyebrows.
I laugh full out now. “You fucking better have amnesia.” I giggle while he holds me against his chest.
“I’m glad my vocabulary is rubbing off on you,” he says, winking before kissing the top of my head.
“You’re so full of shit, but I’ll take it.” Leaning up, I kiss him lightly on his mouth.
His grin is crooked, and he moves his fingers through my hair before he lets his lips linger on mine.
“Can I spend the night here?” he whispers, pulling the covers over our naked bodies. “I want to be with you.”
I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck. “Yes,” I answer, hoping we can stay like this forever. Inhaling his scent, I fall asleep with the taste of him and the promise of love still on my lips.
