Chapter 17 #2
I nod as he slides his hands up to my breasts.
He takes his time playing with each nipple, pulling and sliding his fingers back and forth over their pebbled surface.
Since I’ve never really tried to pleasure myself, it surprises me what just touching my breasts does to the rest of me.
I can feel it everywhere, and it’s better than the last time because now we’re skin to skin.
Leaning forward, his chest is against mine.
I rub my breasts back and forth over him.
“Damn, that’s hot, Stella.”
He reaches down to unbutton my shorts and pauses before he pulls them down over my hips. He looks into my eyes, making sure I’m okay. I nod.
“Lift your hips.”
I lift up onto my knees so he can pull my shorts and panties down to reveal my secret garden. I giggle aloud.
“What’s so funny, Pixie?”
“Secret garden,” I snicker.
“Secret garden?”
“Yeah, that’s what I decided to call all of my lady parts.” I nod down at myself. “Secret garden was the first thing to pop into my head.”
Alex chuckles. “I believe that ‘secret garden’ is the perfect name for your beautiful pussy, Stella.”
I gasp. He’s such a dirty talker. When he runs his fingers through me, that’s when I know this is getting real.
“You shaved for me.” It’s not a question.
I smile.
“You didn’t need to do that, Pix. I love it natural. But this is nice too. It doesn’t matter what is growing in your, um, secret garden. I’m going to love it. But you’ll like this. You’ll be even more sensitive here.” He cups my mound.
I let out a breathy laugh until he takes a finger and sinks it slowly into my center.
“Oh, God, Alex.”
“You like that?”
I nod furiously. “Uh-huh.”
“You’re already so wet for me. I love it.
” He lifts me off his lap and lays me down onto my back.
Standing up to his full height, he looks down at me.
I’m lying there with my shorts down around my knees and nothing else.
He scans me from the top of my head down to my secret garden then back up to my face.
“That is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Stella.
You all spread out on my bed. Damn.” He rubs his crotch while he talks.
It’s then I notice his hardness pressing up against the fly of his shorts.
“Take your shorts off,” I plead.
“Not yet. If I take them off now, I won’t last.”
He reaches down and pulls my shorts off the rest of the way and tosses them onto the floor with the rest of my clothes.
He kneels next to the bed and reaches up to grasp my hips, pulling them right to the edge of the bed so that he’s eye level with my garden.
My eyes feel so huge; I know they are bulging out of my head. “Wh-What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at your pussy, babe. It’s beautiful.
I want to taste you now. Okay?” He doesn't wait for a response from me as he reaches down and gently pushes my knees apart. He’s getting a serious look at my lady parts.
When his head leans in closer, I begin to squirm away, but he holds my legs and hips in place with his big hands.
“Shhh, it’s going to be okay. Trust me.” He leans in again and swipes his tongue along the entire seam of my garden.
“Oh. My. God!” I yell.
“Feel good?”
“Oh, God, yes!” I groan. Please don’t stop.
He leans in again and repeats. It’s like he’s French kissing me down there.
When he starts to focus on specific areas, like my golden ticket, it takes me to that place of sheer euphoria.
He then uses one of his thick fingers to rub inside of me, in and out.
The two things combined are overwhelming.
Four swipes with his finger while he sucks on my clit, and I literally detonate.
I scream out his name over and over again.
He continues to use his mouth on me even after I’ve come down. My legs are shaking.
“You’re delicious. Your sweetness and spice, Stella.”
He slowly stands up, then leans over to kiss me.
His face shiny with my wetness. It should be gross, but it’s not.
I want to taste myself on him. He made me feel so good.
He deserves a kiss for that. Leaning up, I put my hands on either side if his head and kiss him passionately.
He’s right, I do taste like sweetness and spice.
As I kiss him, I reach down to rub his hard length over his shorts.
When he moans into my mouth, I unbutton his shorts and slowly unzip his pants.
He’s wearing boxers, so I reach inside to stroke his erection.
Pulling back, Alex slides his shorts down the rest of the way.
Standing in front of me completely naked, he makes me speechless.
I’ve referred to him as a Greek god and a better statue than Michelangelo’s David, but seeing him like this––so real–– those other two things don’t hold a candle to this man in front of me.
I sit up so I can really see him––so I can touch him.
His skin is smooth and tight, and as I run my fingers down his abdomen to his manhood, his muscles tighten and flex even further.
So much muscle. I grasp him and run my palm up and down just once.
After releasing him, I lie back onto the bed and reach out for him.
I want him to come to me, to rest that amazing body between my legs.
“Are you sure about this, Stella? We don't have to do anything until you’re ready.”
“I’m sure. I’m ready.”
He’s stroking himself now, and if it’s possible, he’s getting even bigger. I’m not sure I can handle all of that.
“You and I will fit together perfectly, Pixie. You were made for me.”
How did he know that’s what I was thinking?
Damn telepath. He walks over to his dresser to retrieve a box of condoms. He tears open the box and pulls one tab out.
After ripping it open with his mouth, he brings the ring to the tip of his penis.
I sit up so I can watch him. He holds on to the tip of the condom and slowly rolls the rest of it down his length.
I reach out to help, but he shakes his head.
“I’ll go too fast if you touch me right now. It’s more than I can take that you’re looking so closely. Lay back on the bed now, Stella.”
I lay back and scoot up toward the pillow so that my feet aren’t hanging off the bed. He kneels onto the bed and climbs up slowly until his hips are between my legs and we’re face to face.
“I’ll stop at any time, Stella. Just say the word. I’ll be as gentle as I can be, but I suspect that you’re going to be very small in your… in your secret garden.”
“It’s okay. I’m ready, Alex.” And I am. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life.
He kisses me with such love and tenderness it nearly makes me weep.
That is until I feel him. The head of his penis is pressing against my entrance.
He’s not pushing yet, but it’s enough that I know he’s there and that he’s about to start.
Slowly, he pushes the head into my opening, and I start to pant.
I’m not going to lie, I’m scared shitless.
“You okay, Pixie?”
“Uh-huh,” I pant out. I can feel him pushing further and further inside of me until it stops. I feel very full. He’s so big. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I say, relieved.
“I’m only in halfway, angel. Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?” Alex is speaking slowly, like he’s holding his breath. He’s actually wincing and gritting his teeth as he talks.
“No, keep going.”
“It’s going to hurt a little right now, but it won’t last. Okay?”
“So, um, have you popped a lot of cherries or something, Alex?”
He laughs. “Well, no, you’re my first, but I googled it.”
That’s it. A laugh bursts out of me so hard I didn’t even feel him push the rest of the way in—until I did. “Holy shit, that’s hurts like a motherfucker,” I yelp.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. Really, it’s okay.” I’m breathing in and out like I’m in labor.
“Damn, Stella, you’re so tight.”
The pain begins to wane, and I have the overwhelming need to move. So, I shift my hips up toward him to give him the sign that things are okay now. He slides out almost all of the way, then back in. Alex repeats that several times until I feel the urgent need for things to move fast.
“Can you go faster?”
He doesn’t need any other invitation. He starts to pump in and out of me with powerful thrusts.
“Oh, Stella, I knew you’d feel amazing. Your pussy is so tight, baby. I never want this to end. Damn. This pussy is mine, Stella. You’re mine.”
He says those last two things while thrusting in so hard it moves me up toward the headboard.
His words, albeit a little territorial, only add to this surge of adrenaline.
His dirty talk doesn’t hurt either. Moaning, I lift my hips to meet his thrusts.
I can’t believe I’ve lived this long without this unbelievable feeling of pleasure.
“You like that, angel? You like knowing that I claimed this pussy?”
I whimper a little bit at that and nod. It’s the best I can do under the circumstances.
Then he shifts around slightly, hitting a spot that makes my nipples hard and brings tingles to my spine.
I feel it. An orgasm of epic proportions is heading my way.
I can’t wait! He’s moving and groaning. Even that’s sexy with Alex.
I could listen to his noises every day. “Don’t stop, Alex.
Please don’t stop.” The sensation is reaching a fever pitch.
“I won’t, but you need to hurry. I’m not going to last much longer.” His movements become shorter and more focused on that special spot inside of me.
“I’m almost there. Don’t stop,” I urge.
“Come for me, Stella.”
I do. How does he do that? Just as I scream out my release, so does Alex.
He yells out my name along with other expletives that tell me he feels good about what we just did.
My smile is huge as I wrap my arms around his neck and as he flops down on top of me.
He’s heavy, but the sheer weight of him is good.
It doesn’t matter that I can’t breathe easily.
It would be worth dying in his arms. He lifts his body up a little bit and rolls over to his side.
Apparently, he heard my gasping breath. Keeping his arms around me, he pulls me so that I am on top of him.
Panting, he says, “That was, hands down, the best sex of my life, Stella.”
“Mine too.” I giggle.
“Smart-ass.”
After a moment, he points to the condom and says, “Hang on, I need to take care of this.”
He returns quickly and settles back onto the bed, pulling me into his arms where I fall asleep in that special spot.