AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Let’s have sex.” I blurt my thoughts to get it out there. “I don’t want to keep waiting.”
Idris stiffens up a bit at that. While he doesn’t stop his touches, he doesn’t move any further much to my dismay. It gives me time to twist around and peer up at him through the darkness.
“You’re the guy I want to be with, Idris. I don’t need to go saving myself anymore.” Curling my fingers against his shirt, I tug at him. “What else are you waiting for?”
“After today, I suppose nothing,” he murmurs before moving his hand to squeeze my hip. Even with his words, there’s still hesitance.
“I won’t break or anything,” I murmur as I lean in to brush my mouth against his.
“You’re very demanding when you want something,” he murmurs before moving. Pulling himself away, I hardly have enough time to see where he’s going until he flattens me on the mattress. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
His mouth is now against my stomach as he mumbles his worries.
“It’ll hurt for like two seconds. I’ll live.” Assuring him with some false confidence, I secretly hope that’s the case as well. Seeing as I don’t exactly know how it’ll feel, I don’t want to get cold feet when I finally have him willing.
He kisses his way down my stomach and sends flutters all the way down to my sex. He’s already tasted me down there plenty of times before, and by now, my body has grown used to it.
Rather than using his mouth this time around, the bed creaks beneath our weight as he pulls away right before his mouth reaches the band of my shorts. I don’t have enough time to complain, not when I feel his hands run up my legs. He doesn’t stop until he’s hooking his fingers beneath my shorts.
Pulling them off first, he’s slower when it comes to my underwear. I’m thankful for the layer of darkness, it hides the color of my cheeks. His eyes must’ve adjusted because he’s staring hard at the growing wetness between my legs.
“Demanding and needy,” he murmurs before tossing my clothes away. Once his hands are free, he peels my legs apart to get a better view. His cups my arousal and I stir. “If I want you to enjoy this, I need to make sure you’re ready.”
I don’t know how much more ready I need to be. Mentally, I’m ready to throw myself at this man. Body-wise, I’m starting to feel like I’ll catch on fire any minute now. From both embarrassment and frustration.
He pushes a digit inside and I try my best to settle. When I feel every shift of his finger, every curl, it becomes quite the challenge. Especially when he adds a second.
“You should see yourself, Daria.” He shakes his head at me. “You’re surreal.”
He’s making it hard not to laugh. I’m already facing so many other sensations, I can’t take on any more butterflies.
He’sthe one who isn’t real. How I went my whole life without him in it is what’s shocking. Now that he is here, I have no intention of leaving him.
Taking a moment to let my body settle, he pulls away long enough to pull himself free. His hands fumble with his pants and I can see this man isn’t as controlled as I originally thought.
He might not want to say it out loud, but it’s obvious that I’m not the only one who has wanted this.
His cock looks hard and painful. It’s a wonder he hasn’t pushed his way in yet. Idris is a patient man, that’s for sure. His self-discipline is impressive, as well as his concentration.
Too many seconds tick by and I’m ready to feel him inside of me.
Squeezing my thigh, he lines himself up and gives me a wearily look.
“This may hurt–”
My impatience is what gives me the courage to tug his hips forward with my legs. The moment he plunges in, a hiss leaves his lips as all the air in my lungs leaves mine.
Ouch.
“Not bad at all,” I lie as I listen to him curse under his breath.
He doesn’t budge thankfully, not until we’ve both collected ourselves. Only then does he move his hips. Ever so slowly, he saws in and out. While it’s torture for him, I’m thankful.
Giving him one less thing to focus on, I pull him down to kiss me while I wait for the dull pain to go away.
It takes a few thrusts before I lift my hips and that pain is now something else. A deep throb that feels like a watered-down pleasure version of what he’s made me feel in the past. Aching to feel more, I urge him to move faster.
“You’re going to make this impossible,” he groans against my mouth, “I won’t last, Daria. I was not prepared for this to feel like paradise.”
