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KARTER. I suppose falling head over heels for someone and having them strip naked long after you’re emotionally attached - only to reveal a cock the size of a peanut would be nothing short of horrific.
I stared at Jak’s cock as I walked his direction.
I widened my eyes and shook my head, “Holy shit!”
“Do you slay dragons with that sword, Jak?”
“Say again?” he chimed.
“Nevermind,” I said as I slowly walked his direction.
The closer I got, the larger it became. As I took the last step which separated us, I stared in awe of the size of his manhood. After a few repeated blinks, my eyes shifted upward and admired his torso. His body was not at all what I expected it to be. I knew all along he was in good physical shape, but his clothes hid all the good stuff. His stomach was flat and rippled with muscle. He had not a single ounce of fat on him anywhere. Although I had seen his thighs when he wore shorts, I had no idea his body was as chiseled and sculpted as it was. His upper arms bulged with muscles. From what I could see, he had only one tattoo on his left bicep - an eagle, anchor, pistol and pitchfork of some sort. His chest was wide and thick, and his waist small. Little fuck me valleys started at his lower abdomen and formed the shape of a ‘V’ as they stretched down toward his cock.
I stared down at his half-stiff cock.
Houston, we have a problem.
The thought of him attempting to stuff it into my inexperienced pussy was equal parts scary and exciting. Although I told Jak I’d been with a handful of men, nothing could be further from the truth. My noncompliant pussy had prevented me from really ever being with anyone – sexually speaking. It wasn’t that I hadn’t tried, but frustration eventually set in with whoever I had attempted to have sex with and it always ended in a manner short of any form of satisfactory sexual romp. I was far from a virgin, but I was a comparable distance from being sexually experienced. One thing which separated Jak from any previous sexual attempts was the fact I was absolutely soaked.
“Is there a problem?” he asked softly as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“No sir,” I responded.
He reached down and slid his right hand behind my thighs and plucked me from the floor. As he nodded his head toward the two doors on the east wall, I smiled, “The left.”
Something about being in Jak’s arms made me feel like nothing mattered. It was as if I could spend the rest of my life needing nothing or no one else, as long as he’d pick me up from time to time. As I tried to come to some form of mental understanding of what had happened to my life in six short days, Jak lowered me to the bed. As his hands pressed into the comforter on either side of me, I pressed my elbows into the bed and raised my shoulders. As I made every effort to absorb what was happening, I stared at him admiringly. He carefully slid his hands to my stomach and began softly kissing my inner thighs. I closed my eyes. Watching his naked body was far more than I was prepared for.
He kissed along my thighs, up to my hips, and rested his mouth on my stomach. As he kissed along my torso, his hands slid to my chest. His fingers gently touched my nipples as his mouth worked its way to my neck. I moaned as his teeth nibbled against my collar bone. As his lips encompassed the bottom of my ear, a chill ran from my neck to my toes.
Waiting for Jak to move from foreplay to sex was so much more than difficult. I enjoyed his mouth against my skin and his lips softly kissing my neck, but I yearned for him to take the next step. In my mind, I longed for the commitment that came along with sex. It wasn’t that I necessarily wanted the act of sex, but I deeply desired everything I expected to come with it. Right or wrong, I felt I understood enough about Jak to know if he mentally committed to have sex with me, he would remain invested – at least until I fucked something up – and I had no intention of fucking anything up. I believed if he had sex with me, this thing between us could - and should - last forever.
I desperately wanted forever with Jak.
I felt his hand between my legs. The tip of his finger began to massage my clit softly. I licked my lips and attempted to focus on the feeling building in the pit of my stomach. As his finger slid down from my clit against my wet pussy, I moaned.
He paused.
No, keep going.
“I like it,” I sighed.
His finger worked in and out of my wetness as his lips kissed and sucked my nipples. I felt tremendous pressure building inside of me. I felt guilty, strange, weird, and wonderful all at the same time. I bit my lip. Slowly and predictably, his finger slid in and out of me. I opened my eyes as I felt a huge mental and physical release.
Holy fuck.
That’s what I’m talking about. That shit right there.
I pressed my arms into the mattress and raised my upper back from the comforter. I opened my eyes and caught my breath, “I want you inside of me, Jak.”
He looked up and into my eyes. Without speaking, his mouth kissed up my neck and to my lips. I closed my eyes. After several long passionate kisses, I was emotionally on fire. Kissing had never been anything which interested me, but now? Holy fuck I liked being kissed by Jak. He bit my lower lip lightly and licked the tip of my tongue as our mouths parted. Our mouths met again and he pressed his lips hard against mine. I flicked my tongue against his, knowing nothing of what I should do; only attempting to repeat what he had been doing. I liked this, and I liked it a lot. As our lips parted, I opened my eyes. He touched my face with his hand, and sparks shot throughout my entire body. The touch of his hands alone was enough. Without a doubt, to me, Jak was magical. I stared past his gorgeous looks and into his eyes.
Please don’t dick me over. I think I’ve already fallen in love with you.
“If we do this, you have to keep me. Okay?” I breathed.
“I’m keeping you either way,” he whispered.
