8. Julian
8
JULIAN
A s she descends from the peak of her pleasure, I gently withdraw my fingers and rise to a sitting position on the bed. Her eyes, glazed and heavy with lust, meet mine. I see the desire flicker within them, and it intensifies as I deliberately place my fingers in my mouth, savoring the taste of her.
"Holy fuck," she whispers, her voice barely audible yet charged with a mix of shock and arousal.
This moment has been a fantasy of mine for years, long before it was even a possibility. There were times I imagined her in my handcuffs, her body writhing as I licked her pussy until she screamed in ecstasy. Perhaps one day, that fantasy will become reality. But for now, I want to guide her into another realm of pleasure, one that will leave her craving more.
I stand up from the bed and slowly remove my boxer briefs, trying to maintain eye contact with Savannah. However, her gaze is fixed on my cock, making it challenging to keep my focus. As I free myself from my underwear, her eyes widen in surprise and she unconsciously licks her lips, a small gasp escaping her.
"How's that going to fit inside of me?" she asks, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and anticipation.
I have to smile when she asks, a mix of amusement and desire stirring within me. I wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze, feeling it lengthen even more under her attentive gaze. I've been hard ever since we entered the room, but the sight of us both naked, here and now, intensifies my arousal. "Don't worry, beautiful. That's what I was getting you prepared for."
I climb back onto the bed, positioning myself over her until I'm looking down into her eyes, filled with a blend of apprehension and excitement. My cock rests heavily between her soft, thick thighs, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. "I want you to feel good. It might hurt a little bit at first, but not for long. If you want me to stop, let me know." But please, God, don't want me to stop.
I take myself in hand and seek out her entrance, finding the slick opening quickly and efficiently. The tip of my cock slips in easily, and Savannah's hands fly to my arms, gripping them tightly as she braces herself for the rest of me. "Are you okay?" I ask, pausing to ensure she's ready to take more of me.
"Yes," she says with a nod of her head, her eyes locked onto mine. "I just wasn't expecting you that fast. You're so big." Her voice is breathy, a mix of surprise and growing desire that sends a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through me.
I'm a bit above average, but the way Savannah's eyes widen and her breath hitches makes me feel like a king. I lean down to press my lips against hers, a soft, reassuring kiss, as I slowly push the rest of the way inside. Savannah moans into my mouth, her body tensing briefly as her pussy widens to accommodate me. She is wet and tight, my favorite combination in a woman, but even more intoxicating in this one. "You feel amazing, Savannah," I say with a groan, my voice thick with desire.
When I'm fully sheathed within her, I start sliding back out, a slow retreat to keep the movement going. Savannah's grip on my biceps has tightened just a little bit more, her nails digging into my skin, but now her eyes are closed, and she's biting her bottom lip, a soft flush spreading across her cheeks as she slowly moves her hips to meet mine. I think she's beginning to enjoy herself, finding her rhythm with mine.
I lean down to kiss her neck, sucking lightly on the delicate skin as I thrust lightly back and forth. I'm in no rush, content to let our bodies learn each other. I wait for Savannah's body to give me cues on what to do next, to tell me what she needs. When she slowly wraps one of her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, I quicken the pulsating of my hips, responding to her silent request for more. Our bodies are communicating in a language as old as time, and I'm listening to every word she doesn't say.
"Is it supposed to feel this good?" She asks between breaths, her hips rising up to meet mine, a quiet urgency in her movements. Her eyes are wide with wonder and desire, a mixture that sends a shiver down my spine.
I smile against her collar bone, my voice a low rumble as I tell her yes. "It's supposed to bring you to the same climax as what I was doing before, but this time, we're together." I punctuate my words with a slow, deliberate thrust, drawing a gasp from deep within her.
Savannah takes a tentative step to wrapping her other leg around my waist, getting comfortable and letting my cock go deeper inside of her. She's opening up to me, literally and metaphorically, and the trust in her actions is intoxicating. "Oh, god," she swears as my thrust goes further, her voice a heady mix of pleasure and surprise. "That's it."
That's it for me, too. I keep kissing and biting her neck, my lips and teeth teasing her sensitive skin as I thrust in and out of her wet, aching pussy. Her thighs pull me in with each thrust, her body eager for more. I tell myself to hold off, don't come just yet. I want to savor this, savor her. And I'm rewarded with her virgin pussy tightening around me as she orgasms, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure.
Savannah's nails dig into my biceps as she throws her head back and growls, a sound that's raw and primal. This climax is different, it's more animalistic, more intense. Her passion drives me over the edge, careening into my own orgasm. I press my head against the pillow, my body shuddering as I release my own roar of pleasure, our voices intertwining just as our bodies do.
It takes nearly a minute for our shared lust to subside, the echoes of our passion slowly fading into a warm, blissful haze. I gently pull out of her, the sensation lingering like an electric spark, and press my lips to hers, savoring the taste of our intimacy. "I hope your prom was wonderful, Savannah," I murmur, my voice low and warm.
As I lie beside her, she turns to face me, her eyes glimmering with a mix of vulnerability and newfound confidence. The earlier shyness about her body size evaporates, replaced by a boldness that captivates me as she bares it all before me, unguarded and beautiful. "Is it always like this, Julian?" she asks, her brow furrowed in a puzzled look that showcases her innocence.
I frown slightly, trying to grasp her meaning as I make myself comfortable against the soft sheets. "Always like what?" I reply, genuinely curious.
She shrugs, her expression thoughtful as she searches for the right words to articulate her feelings. "I don't know. Always so... perfect? I didn't know my first time would be like this. With someone like you." Her voice trails off, the weight of her words hanging in the air between us, a delicate balance of wonder and admiration.
This is better than my first time by a long shot. In fact, it's better than half a dozen of the other experiences I've had since that initial moment. A warm smile spreads across my face as I glance at Savannah, and I reach over to gently brush a strand of her curled brunette locks away from her delicate features. "I don't know, to be honest, but I'm really glad your first time was perfect. And I'm especially glad it was with me." The thought flits through my mind that maybe everything else in her future will be with me, too.
It's a strange realization to entertain—that I might have met the love of my life when I was just fourteen, and she was merely ten years old. Yet, perhaps that's exactly what happened. Savannah has been my little sister's closest friend for years, and I've harbored feelings for her since she stepped into high school, blooming into the beautiful young woman she is today. Now, here she lies in a bed adorned with rose petals, having entrusted me with her virginity, looking like every one of my wildest dreams come true.
As I gaze at her, I'm filled with uncertainty about what the future holds for us. Yet, despite the ambiguity, a flicker of hope ignites within me—I hope it leads to forever.