November 25 #2
His wandering eyes didn’t do much to settle her anxiety and her hands trembled a little as she took off her underwear.
Never in his life did he have to practice that kind of restraint.
The sight of her naked body already made his palms itch, but he needed to take it at her pace, give her control until she felt more comfortable.
She crawled across the bed and straddled his hips.
The only barrier between them was his boxer shorts and he groaned when he felt her heat through the thin material. “Kiss me.”
She lowered her lips to his and his hand slipped behind her to undo her braid, allowing her long hair to fall over her shoulders.
As their lips caressed and their tongues explored, he took one of her hands, slid it down his chest and into his boxers.
She broke the kiss and stared at him as he closed her fingers around his cock.
She was more excited than nervous now. “It looks like I got your dick on H again, Kevin.”
“Yeah.”
“What…what should I do?”
“Whatever you want. You’ve given me your body, Jasmin. Feel free to take mine.”
He removed his hand and his eyes shut when she began to move hers.
Slow and uncertain at first, but as his breathing elevated so did her confidence.
Gripping him tighter, she quickened her pace.
He kissed her again, threading one hand in her hair and using the other to caress her, running it over her breast and down her stomach.
He loved the feel of her, the contrast between hard and soft.
Moving lower to between her legs, he felt her wetness coating his fingertips.
And when he slid his fingers inside her, she lost it.
Her tongue plunged deeper into his mouth, her hand moved faster up and down his cock.
Her responsiveness drove him wild. He met her halfway, thrusting into her hand.
She took as much as she gave, grinding her hips against his palm.
She only let him enjoy it for a few minutes before she pulled his hand away and began an unhurried descent down his body, leaving open-mouth kisses on his chest and abs until she was tugging down his boxers.
“You’re gonna have to help me with this too,” she said, looking up at him.
“I don’t think you need it.”
His voice was hoarse with anticipation and his entire body went rigid.
He grasped her hair, lifting it away from her face so he could watch those thick, sexy lips wrap around his cock.
He’d always been a visual guy and watching her take him deeper into her mouth had him gripping the sheets.
She experimented with different techniques, swirling her tongue, licking, using the changes in his breathing to guide her.
But when her cheeks hollowed, her mouth became a vacuum, sucking him hard until he felt like he was going to pass out.
He wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept doing that. He hoisted her back up, grasping her thighs so she could straddle his hips again.
“I want to be inside you,” he said, impatiently pressing his tip against her entrance.
Wanton heat flashed in her eyes. She was as hot as he was, and she shifted her hips, taking him in a little deeper.
Slick, silky and so deliciously tight, she whimpered as she lowered herself.
This was very different to the night before.
Her body was willing and pliant, offering no resistance and the feel of her bare skin made restraining himself that much harder.
Keeping his hands on her hips, he began slowly rocking her against him and then he let go, allowing her to find her own rhythm, do what felt good for her.
She took her time, learning what she liked, what he liked.
But learning soon turned into something more primal.
Up and down and back and forth, she chased her own pleasure and he loved every second of it.
Her nails scraped down his chest and she nipped his earlobe with her teeth. “I love your body,” she whispered breathlessly.
His palms pressed up her thighs, his fingers squeezing her perfect, juicy ass. Somehow he found his voice through his own ragged breathing. “Even my average-sized penis?” he replied with a teasing grin.
“Especially that…fuck…” She rode him harder, her hips moving faster and faster, her firm tits rubbing against him. “It’s…so…average…”
He felt her clenching around him. She was nearing her peak.
He gave her no warning, just flipped her onto her back and buried his face between her legs.
He’d never been the type to indulge in cunnilingus (as she so put it).
Sex was usually a quick, ten-minute, in and out sort of thing, but every part of her seemed to call to him.
It beckoned, begged: Kevin…put your mouth on here.
And this was the body made by the legendary Alfred. Who was he to say no?
He ate her out, tasting every part of her.
His tongue probed and penetrated, alternating between moving inside her and sucking on her clit.
She went wild—writhing, moaning, grabbing his hair.
He was relentless, not easing up until she burst, the sweet taste of her orgasm lining his tongue.
She wasn’t a screamer. Every time she climaxed, she whispered his name, like her pleasure was a secret that was only supposed to be shared between the two of them.
He barely gave her a chance to catch her breath before he was moving up. An ecstatic gasp filled the air as he entered her again. His hips hit against her as he shoved himself in to the hilt. Her muscles contracted around him, gripping him like a vise. Restraint be damned.
“Fair warning,” he said, looking down at her flushed face. “I’m not gonna be gentle.”
After the first, solid thrust, her nails pressed into his shoulder and with every thrust thereafter, he felt them dig deeper until it felt like she broke skin.
He didn’t care. He fucked her hard, his strokes short and shallow.
It didn’t take long to realize that Jasmin liked it a little rough, because her hands moved down to his ass, forcing him to go deeper every time his cock rammed into her.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, shifting her hips in rhythm with his. “I like that.”
A groan was the only thing he could get out. Her pussy tightened around him, signaling another orgasm, and he slowed down just a fraction to kiss her.
“Say, Kevin, I’m coming,” he said against her lips.
Her back arched off the bed. “Kevin…I’m coming.”
It was that aching whisper that sent him over the edge.
Her pleasure was his and he owned it. With a low groan, he drove himself deeper, coming so hard his body spasmed.
Sweaty and huffing, he dropped his head onto her shoulder, kissing her collarbone until he’d emptied himself completely. “That was incredible.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I think this puts me in the sex-goddess category.”
He smiled against her skin. After the last few days, listening to this nonsense was like music to his ears. He knew he’d missed this, but he didn’t realize how much until that moment.
She sighed. “I told you the dirty talk would work.”
“It was such a turn on. That, and your twelve-year boy body.” He lifted himself onto his elbows to look at her. “Was this a bit better for you?”
“It was marginally better…than jogging. You’re really bad in bed, Kevin, possibly the worst I’ve ever had.”
He laughed and lightly licked her lips. “Guess I’ll have to keep trying.”