20. Sam
20
SAM
“Dancin’ is easy if ya have the right partner.” ~ Archie “Witty” Whitlock
I was perfectly still, except for the one appendage that I was trying not to move. My cock was pulsing wildly against the vice-like grip Kenna’s body had on me. I’d never had sex without protection. Combine that with it being so long since I’d had sex at all, and the fact that this was Kenna, and that she was so fucking tight, and it was her first time, I was a sneeze away from coming harder than I’d ever come before in my life.
Everything in me was fighting against that inevitability.
“Are you okay?” I managed to grunt out as I rested my forehead against hers and tried to keep myself from coming before I even got one pump in.
Her eyes opened and lifted to mine. “Yes.”
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.” She licked her lips and whispered needily, “It stings, but it feels good.”
As she spoke, her canal began to pulse around my girth.
Fuck. I could feel my balls tightening against my body as the first surge of pre-release shot from them. If I hadn’t already made her come, I’d feel really bad because there was no way I was going to last long enough to get her off again.
“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” I warned her.
Her huge green eyes looked up at me with equal parts trust, innocence, and desire. The combination was not doing anything to help with my goal of lasting longer than thirty seconds.
Instead of trying to fight against it, I decided to lean into the moment. I’d been accused, more than once, of being calculated in my seduction. Of having ‘moves.’ And nine times out of ten, I did rely on those things. I’d always had a talent for reading body language, and I considered myself an expert in reading the body language of women I had sex with.
But this was different. I didn’t want to think about what I was doing. I just wanted to feel all the things I was feeling. I wanted to lose myself in Kenna.
Leaning down, I brushed my lips across hers. She let out a tiny sigh as her arms wrapped around my neck. Our kiss began slowly, gently, a barely-there expression of what I was feeling. But soon, the intensity increased.
Her lips parted, and my tongue slid into her mouth. I’d always enjoyed kissing, but just like everything else with Kenna, this was different. Kissing her was more than just an act; it was a religious experience. I was in heaven, or the closest thing I could get to that while still on earth.
As our kiss deepened, our bodies began to move together in a steady rhythm, perfectly in sync, as if it were a choreographed dance. I wasn’t totally aware of when we started undulating, but I was aware that it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Not only our bodies, but our souls, were fused together.
P owerful feelings crashed over me, flooding my system. Not just physically but emotionally as well. I’d definitely cared about the women I’d had sex with, but I’d never loved any of them. How could I? I’d been in love with Kenna since I was eight years old.
Her hands gripped my shoulders as her hips rolled in time with mine. I moved my hand to her breast and began to knead her flesh. She arched her back as I pinched her nipple between my forefinger and thumb. I squeezed her beaded nub in pulses, and each time I did, her body responded. With each tweak of my fingers, her inner wall’s grip increased on my throbbing shaft.
As much as I was enjoying kissing her, I broke away and moved my attention down to the nipple I wasn’t already playing with. I clamped my mouth over it and began to lick and nip at her bud. With each swipe of my tongue and nibble of my teeth, her breath grew more and more ragged, and her thighs tightened against my hips. Her nails scraped across my shoulder blades as her chest arched up, allowing me to take even more of her into my mouth.
“That feels so good. So good,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
As much as I wanted to hold on, her pleas for me to keep going had the opposite effect. They were pushing me even closer to the edge. I was honestly proud of myself for lasting this long. The only thing keeping me from losing it was the knowledge that she would never get another first time. This was it. The responsibility and magnitude of that weighed heavily on me, tethering my self-control.
I did not take the trust that she’d put in me lightly. The fact that I was the only man who had ever been inside of her both humbled me and also made me want to beat my chest and swing from vine-to-vine Tarzan-style.
Each time I sank into her, a single word sounded in my head. Mine. Mine. Mine .
“Oh my…yes…don’t stop. Yes, yes, yes.”
As she continued to whisper words of encouragement, I shifted my good knee up, giving myself more leverage so I could push off the mattress, and began to pick up the pace slightly. Not too fast, just enough to hopefully take her up and over the edge. I wasn’t sure that was even possible since this was her first time, but I figured I might as well do everything I could to try.
My efforts were not in vain. Within seconds, her body began to tremble beneath me as she let out a whimpering cry of pleasure. When I felt her body quivering and heard her vocalizing her release, it snapped the thin thread of restraint I had, and my entire world exploded into a million shiny pieces of ecstasy.
Every cell in my body was alive with sensual gratification as her inner walls pulsed around my shaft, drawing out my orgasm, squeezing every last drop of seed from my body. Just when I thought my release was over, an aftershock of bliss would claim me. It was, hands down, the hottest, longest orgasm of my life.
When I floated back into consciousness, I rose up, so I was resting on my forearms and stared down at Kenna. Her eyes were closed as she caught her breath. I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her lips, then moved up to her forehead, down to her cheeks, across her nose, and finally over each lid.
My lips were the equivalent of ‘open sesame’ and she lifted her gaze to mine.
As I gazed into her eyes, noticing the gold flecks swimming around the emerald pools, I found myself at a loss for what to say. I was still half-hard and deep inside of her. Every few seconds, her body would spasm around me with an aftershock.
“Wow,” she breathed in wonder.
I wasn’t sure what exactly I’d expected her to say, but ‘wow’ worked. At least I knew that she had enjoyed herself.
“I can’t believe that I waited this long to do that.” She inhaled and held her breath for a few seconds before exhaling. “That was…I don’t even have words. Is it always like this?” she asked as her hands ran up and down my back.
I wanted to tell her that what we’d just shared was atypical. It was not the norm. The act of having sex with a stranger could be hot, but it could also be clumsy and unsatisfying. And it never left me with the glow I was feeling now. Instead of all those things, I simply stated, “No.”
The confusion swimming in her eyes told me that she wanted me to elaborate on my response, but that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I pushed up and slowly began to pull out of her. As I did, her back arched, and her mouth fell open slightly as a needy sound came from her throat. Her body’s response had me going from half-chub to full salute.
I’d always bounced back fairly quickly post-coitus. I could rebound within a fifteen-minute time frame. But this—sixty seconds—was a new record for me.
Even though I was tempted to just sink back inside of her, I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t want her to be sore tomorrow. Not that I thought I’d laid it down or anything. We’d only done missionary. But since it was her first time and she was so tight, I had a hunch she would be feeling it tomorrow. And it was her parents’ anniversary party tomorrow. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable when she was out on the dance floor.
With more self-control than I’d ever thought I had, I slid out of her and pushed up and off the bed. I went into her bathroom, turned the faucet to hot, and grabbed a towel from under her sink. When I came back to the bed, I placed my hand on her inner thigh and spread her legs open.
“What are you doing?” she asked, and I sensed she felt shy for the first time.
“This is a full-service experience,” I teased her as I gently wiped the damp cloth between her legs and her inner thighs.
“Oh.” Her eyes twinkled in the light coming from the bathroom as she smiled up at me with so much trust and love.
My heart broke wide open as I felt her gaze on me. I’d always wondered what it would be like between us. I thought it would be good, but this, this was more than good. It was more than great. It was fucking everything. I didn’t know what to do now that we’d experienced everything together.
Once I made sure she was taken care of, I stood and grabbed my sweats, pulling them up. When I did, the look in her eyes changed; they were filled with uncertainty and vulnerability. Without her saying anything, I knew she thought I was leaving.
“I’m going to let Winnie in. I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, okay.” She grinned as if she hadn’t needed the reassurance.
On my way out of the room, I grabbed her Stanley cup so I could fill it when I was in the kitchen. I let Winnie in and filled Kenna’s cup with ice and water. It was strange; even being in her kitchen felt different. Everything felt different. My mind was spinning as I walked back down the hallway toward her bedroom, and Winnie trailed behind me.
I didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, or the next day, or next week, or next month, but I did know that tonight I’d made love for the first time. Not only that, but it had been with the love of my life, and I wanted to hold her. I wanted to fall asleep with her in my arms and wake up to her beautiful face. And that’s exactly what I planned on doing.