TWENTY #2
My heart hammered against my ribs. Where do I put myself? I reached for the blinds, tugging them down to block the harsh late sun, filtering the room.
Then the latch clicked behind me.
I turned, my breath catching in my throat. Kieran stood in the doorway, entirely unbothered by his bare skin, his body rigid with an anticipation that mirrored my own. With a predatory pace, he walked over to the table beside the bed and placed his wallet and phone down.
“Jessa’s still with Tanner, and they won’t be back for another hour.” Did that mean that sex was going to last an hour?
“Does it take that long?” I asked, feeling silly, as soon as the words came out.
“Longer the way I usually do it,” he stated with a cocky swagger. My face dropped as it only reminded me that he had done this with other girls. “Sorry. That was a dick thing to say.”
I gave him a shy smile. Then it got serious.
“Drop the towel and come to me,” his tone was firm.
I felt no embarrassment or shame as I did as he ordered. I wanted him to look and see the real me.
My breasts were small yet pert, and I was unshaven but tidy; the paleness of my hair was the same between my legs, and although slim, I knew I had a good body.
A thrill zipped through me as I watched Kieran swallow. His face was full of lustful intentions as I closed the space to join him at the bottom of the bed.
Kieran cupped my face gently between his hands and lowered his head. My eyes fluttered closed as his mouth came down on mine. It wasn’t gentle; it was firm and demanding, and I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck.
My pulse took off as he drove his tongue into my mouth, drinking from my lips, feeding. I opened for him, allowing him to take our kiss deep, just like I would take him into my body.
My slightly damp breasts were crushed against his chest, and the friction made my core hot and damp.
I released a moan of pleasure into his mouth, and the kiss became more savage, almost feral.
As Kieran pulled back, I sighed against the loss of his mouth, but with a gentle push, I fell back onto the bed, my eyes now level with his crotch. His huge shaft was hard, almost angry-looking, with purple veins running up the sides. I was mesmerised by it.
Pushing back up the bed on my elbows, I lay there on the mattress like a naked sacrifice as I watched him take himself in his hand and stroke from root to tip. Would that even fit inside me? I felt another beat of nervousness, but swallowed it down.
As Kieran fisted himself and stroked back and forth a couple of times, a bead of moisture formed on the tip. He then released himself and placed one knee at the bottom of the bed.
“Open your legs, sweetheart, I want to see you.”
I shyly did as he asked, and he watched the movement with a desirous expression, his eyes hooded. I was unsure at that point what he would do.
“We need to make sure you’re ready for me, baby, but first I need to taste you,” Kieran explained as he lowered his head.
My pulse twitched. “I assume you’ve done this before, too,” I questioned nervously.
He grinned up at me, but he didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to think about his past lovers, but a girl wanted a man who knew what he was doing.
And then my temperature peaked as he lowered his dark head between my thighs and drew his tongue across my core.
“Oh my.”
My legs parted further, giving him more access as I pushed my hips up towards his mouth. Kieran knew exactly what to do and where he wanted to taste me. The pleasure it caused was even more intense than when he had touched me with his fingers.
Raising a hand to the back of his head, I stroked the damp strands, encouraging more as he gave me my first introduction to oral sex. I had read some stuff, but nothing had prepared me for that feeling.
“Yes, please,” I panted, which made him more demanding with his mouth. He licked through my folds before raising his hands. Kieran pushed one leg even further open so I was fully exposed, and with the other, he touched that sensitive bud, which made me moan more, and my legs turned to jelly.
My toes curled as he slid one of his fingers inside me, lifting his head to say, “You’re so fucking tight, and you taste so sweet.”
As he continued to play with me, moving his finger in and out, mirroring the main sexual act, I gasped as he sank another finger inside.
I gripped his hair, my body fizzing with a sexual high as that feeling pulsating through my pelvis started to build.
It grew in strength, doubling the pleasure each time like a drum that started quietly, only to become deafening.
I needed to find that release and fast as the pressure between my thighs became almost painful, and after another swell of pleasure, I saw stars as my orgasm jack-knifed through my body.
I was panting heavily, my entire frame shaking as Kieran lifted his head with a sated smile. “You come so prettily.”
“That was amazing,” I exclaimed in a shaking voice.
“It isn’t over yet,” he assured me, climbing up and positioning himself over my body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he placed his hands and knees on either side of me.
I shifted up the bed slightly to give him more room, and we stared at each other in silence for a moment before he asked softly. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, so ready.”
Balancing himself on one hand, he lifted the other and touched my breast, thumbing my nipple, then rolling it between his fingers.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back as more moisture flooded between my legs. And then Kieran took my nipple into his mouth. His tongue played with me, and it felt amazing. The pleasure I had felt before starting to build again.
Kieran then kissed me; it was a drugging kiss, and I could taste myself against his mouth.
My body felt like it was floating, and I closed my eyes briefly as I felt his hand between my legs again.
“You’re more than ready for me, sweetheart.”
Opening my eyes, I watched as Kieran moved one leg so he could push my thigh past it and then did the same with the other side, so he was now in between my open legs.
Kieran paused and looked at me. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, and if it hurts, I’ll stop, OK?”
Slightly raised on my elbows, I watched as Kieran leaned across and grabbed his wallet, removing a foil packet.
I took a deep breath. I could do this. It was the most natural thing in the world.
Pursing my lips, I shot Kieran a reassuring look to say I was ready. Tearing into the packet with his teeth, he removed the condom, leaned back and rolled it onto himself.
Smiling dreamily, I revelled in the soft kisses he started to place on my cheeks before he repositioned his body over mine.
I felt the soft tip of his penis probing my entrance, and I was on fire for him. Kieran was propping himself up on one strong, veiny arm and using his hand to guide himself into me.
That sensation of being well and truly filled started to pound within my lower body as he pushed his strong, hard penis inside me.
“That’s it, baby, take my cock,” Kieran breathed raggedly. The level of concentration on his face was strong, and then he surged forward, and I felt a sharp twinge of pain.
“Are you OK?”
I swallowed and nodded, flexing my feet at the burning sensation.
Relief that it was only slight allowed me to relax my muscles more, and he must have felt it. “That’s it, baby, relax for me, don’t tense up.”
“That—you feel so big,” I sighed, cherishing the feeling. He was my first. I had given him my virginity, and I was happy it was him.