Kate First Timer ♌ #4
He expertly licked up and down, making my wetness increase ten fold as I felt my juices (yes juices, like a fruit, a juicy juicy peach) start to drip down, down, down onto the couch.
He licked faster and faster on my clitoris, once again illustrating how important it is to find it.
A finger slipped into me as his tongue swirled and massaged my pussy hungrily.
A second finger slipped in and he began the come hither motion as he licked my clit and made out with my lips like he had done with my mouth not long before. Eric knew his way around my body.
We both needed the next step. We needed it badly.
Both of us flushed. Our hearts racing. “This is going to be fast,” he joked as he turned us on the couch.
Eric’s strong body on top of me, I felt so tiny in comparison to this powerful athlete.
He kissed me deep, swapping the flavors of each other.
We were on fire. Then his strawberry slipped passed my lower lips.
“Oh my God!” It physically felt like I might not be able to take him as his cock started slipping into my body.
His hips pushed forward, it felt as though my legs were trying to close and force him out, but they could only squeeze him.
This made him pump a little faster into me.
His cock passed the point where Vincent always reached and as his strawberry head led the assault on my body, it bottomed out at my cervix.
“Oh fuck… careful.” It came out involuntarily; he didn’t take it personally.
“I’ll go slow. I didn’t think I’d bottom out.
” He said as he kissed me again. “You’ve got nearly all of me inside now.
” His aggressive kisses continued as he slid out and back, over and over, causing my mind to race and my heart to pound even harder.
As he thrust his hips, his position shifted.
His head rubbed my G-spot over and over and over and over.
Eric’s hands cupped and massaged my breasts; playfully he pinched my nipples.
It felt like he was suddenly the sexiest octopus on the planet as his hands were everywhere on my body and his member filled me so completely.
He would push so deep inside with his thrusts and stop just short of my cervix.
Giving it a little tap over and over. It felt incredible.
I was on fire and getting more and more lightheaded as Eric made my eyes flutter.
Then BAM! RIPPLES RIPPLES RIPPLES. I grabbed Eric’s body as I orgasmed on his cock, a new experience for me. I didn’t squirt (sorry squirting fans), but I definitely had us soaked and his couch was going to need to be cleaned.
As I held him, riding the high of one of the most intense orgasms of my life, he lifted me, so easily, right off the couch and held me in the air. He bounced my hips off of his own and I held on for dear life; big animated smiles and grunts filled our faces.
“Hey —- I’m —— not —- a —- porn —- star!” I said as he kept thrusting into me, making my words come out choppy. This position was new to me and made me nervous, but as he was holding me up, a second orgasm rippled through my body. His thrusts still only tapped my cervix every 4th or 5th move.
He laughed, “You’re my porn star right now, baby.
” He kissed me hard and pulled out of my body, stroking his beautiful phallus as I stood in front of him, he exploded on my breasts.
I don’t know what type of supplements Eric takes, but he came a lot.
This was just like an adult movie star, 4 or 5 big ropes on my body and the floor.
We hugged each other and kissed in the middle of his living room.
Eric lifted me and carried me to the couch where we sat, cuddled and making out with our sweaty, cum covered bodies.
After a time, a silence washed over us. I knew I needed to go home.
I needed to think about what just happened.
Eric was sweet enough to shower with me.
Washing away the sweat and wetness. He attempted to start up round two, but I kissed him and said I needed to get home.
It was nearly midnight and I hadn’t checked in with my actual husband for hours.
As I dressed, Eric asked, “You don’t really have an open marriage do you?”
I froze, contemplating what it means if I lied about a simple thing like this. Would this be an issue for him?
”Babe, you don’t need to overthink this question.” Eric said with a smirk.
“Wheeeellll…you may be correct there.” I finally answered, a little colored filled my cheeks as I answered him, “Is that ok? I really wanted to go on a date with you and I just had to take a chance.” I was speaking so quickly to fill the air. “I was so surprised when Vinny said yes, and I just…”
”Kate, sweetheart,” he pulled me into a hug. “I’m glad you took the chance. I hope I can see you again. Maybe you’re in an open marriage, now.” We smiled at each other as he let me contemplate the moment.
An hour later, Eric dropped me off, walking me to the door like it was just a normal situation.
Vinny was still not ready to meet my “date.” And so began my journey into a new way of living.
I don’t like the word lifestyle, it makes me think of the 60s and freelove.
There’s nothing free about love, there is always a cost to someone.
Even JLo and her Love Don’t Cost a Thing is a damn lie.
If it were true, she’d be married to a garbage man.
As Vincent greeted me, we hugged and kissed and I found myself wondering, what would happen next.