28. Pluto Monroe #3
Pressure leaned in and kissed me, slow at first, like he wanted to feel every second of it.
His lips moved against mine with this unhurried rhythm that made my stomach turn over, and when his hand came up to cup the side of my face, I felt that warmth spread everywhere.
He kissed me deeper, his tongue sliding against mine, pulling me closer until I could feel the weight of his body over mine.
His mouth left my lips only to trail down the side of my neck, each kiss making my skin prickle in a way that had my whole body tuned in to him.
I pulled my shirt over my head, my chest rising and falling faster now, and he sat back for a second, just looking at me.
His eyes stayed on my breasts, like he was memorizing what he saw.
Then he leaned in again and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it with that same slow care, his tongue circling it until my toes curled into the sheets.
The sensation shot straight through me, warm and tingling, and I couldn’t help the small sound that escaped my throat.
He switched to the other, giving it the same attention, his hand gently squeezing the one he’d just left like he wasn’t ready to let go of it completely.
By the time all my clothes were gone, I felt stripped bare in more ways than one, but there was no shame in it.
He moved between my thighs, spreading them open, and his mouth found me there.
The first stroke of his tongue made my hips lift from the bed.
He licked me slow, up and down, his tongue pressing into my pussy like he was tasting every bit of me.
Every flick, every gentle suck on my clit sent another wave of heat through my stomach, making my body melt into the mattress.
I reached for the back of his head, my nails digging in his hair as he kept going, and it was like he could tell exactly where to touch to pull these sounds out of me.
He finally stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Then he slid his sweats down, and my eyes landed on his dick.
My mouth went dry. It was long and thick, veins running along the sides, the head flushed and heavy.
It looked like something I had only seen in my imagination, and for a moment all I could think was how the fuck that was supposed to fit inside of me.
My heart sped up, and I could feel that nervous energy fluttering in my stomach, but at the same time, it was too late to turn back.
He stood at the foot of the bed with one hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it slow as he watched me. “You sure you wanna do this?” he asked.
I stared at him for a moment, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, my mind racing but my body already knowing the answer. I nodded. “I’m sure.”
He climbed onto the bed, settling between my thighs again.
His mouth went back to my pussy, licking me slowly, his tongue tracing every part of me until I felt myself getting wetter.
Then he slid one finger inside, moving it carefully, his thumb brushing over my clit in a rhythm that made me moan.
He added another finger, loosening me up, his other hand gripping my thigh to hold me open for him.
Every move was like he wanted to make sure I was ready for all of him.
When he finally eased the head of his dick against me, I gasped at the stretch.
It burned, not in a way that made me want to stop, but in a way that reminded me I had never done this before.
He didn’t push all the way in but just kept the head there while his mouth went to my neck, sucking and kissing until the burn eased into something warmer.
My nails dug into his back as he slowly pushed deeper, giving me time to adjust.
He kept his eyes on mine for a while, like he wanted me to know he was right there with me, but then I saw him break the stare, almost like it was too much for him.
The slow drag of his dick inside me was making my legs tremble, but the way he moved kept me from tightening up.
I could feel myself loosening around him, my pussy getting wetter with each slow stroke, and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist to pull him closer.
The feeling was overwhelming in the best way.
Every time he slid in, my body responded, my hips tilting up to meet him, the stretch turning into something I didn’t want to end.
He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand coming up to hold my face while his other arm kept me anchored under him.
The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room.
When he finally pulled out, I felt the emptiness instantly, but then his hand wrapped around his dick again and he stroked it a few times before spilling between my legs.
His head tipped back slightly, his lips parting as he let out a low sound, and I could tell it felt good as fuck to him.
The warmth of it against my skin made me shiver, and he looked down at me like he was taking in the sight of what we’d just done.
He moved up beside me and pulled me into him, my head resting against his chest while his arm wrapped tight around me.
Neither of us spoke, but the weight of what happened sat between us in a way that felt heavier than words.
My body was still humming from him, and my mind was still catching up to the fact that I really done it.
I had given my virginity to Pressure Mensah.
Lying there in his arms, with his scent still on me and my body still warm from his, I felt a kind of closeness I never felt with anyone. And as my eyes drifted shut, I knew I would remember this night for the rest of my life.