Chapter 21 – Juliette #2
I gulped because both those things were true. But now I had a full grown monster of a man, kneeling in the middle of a king sized bed, casually stroking himself with one hand.
“Why are you doing that?” I panted, pointing at his hand. I could see the head of his cock red and squishy over the top of his fist. “Do you have to do that because…because I’m not enough to look at?”
“Take your shirt off,” he said, shaking his head. “I do this because it feels good. That’s all.”
Swallowing, I closed my eyes and took off my shirt. I was in a pair of plain white Hanes and nothing else. I started to wrap my arms around my chest, but he pushed his way in with his knees between my knees and held my hands out to the side.
“Look down at yourself.”
Hard to do with my eyes closed.
“Jules, open your eyes and look at your tits.”
I knew my nipples got hard. Intellectually, I knew that. But I’d never really looked at them. There was too much shame associated with sex growing up for me to be daring about it. It’s why I still couldn’t get myself off. Why I’d never seen myself fully naked. All the way.
“You see how hard these nipples get? That’s when I know you fucking want me.” He took my own hand and placed it over my breast. With his thumb he encouraged my finger to brush over my nipple. It was pinkish, but a harsher pink than the skin around it. An angry pink. The silly thought made me smile.
He pulled on my thighs until I slid down further on the bed, my head now on the pillow.
His eyes were pinned to my panties and I could feel that I’d made them wet.
“It’s not going to be enough,” he rumbled. “Not for your first time.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but then he was moving his legs and getting off the bed. I almost protested.
We were doing this. Now. I was pot committed like in poker.
Except, all he did was open the second drawer of the bed stand and take out what I assumed was a bottle of lube. He poured the clear liquid into his hand and started to stroke himself. Until he was glassy and shiny with it.
“You want to see if you can come first?” he asked, his hand inching up the inside of my thigh.
I shook my head. “Too keyed up. Just do it.”
He seemed to accept that. Leaning over me he did kiss the top of my breast. Sucked the right nipple into his mouth. “Going to fuck these tits up next time, Jules.”
Whatever that meant.
He pulled my panties down over my hips, down my thighs, off my ankles and tossed them over his shoulder.
Then he was on the bed again. I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he moved himself between my legs, using his hands to spread them wider.
It was happening. Sex. Intercourse. Consummation.
That last word probably stuck in my head more than any of the others. Because that was the only way I’d ever imagined having sex. But this felt even bigger than that. My face was hot and he was staring down at the space between my legs.
“I don’t shave or…”
He put his hand over my mouth and my eyes went to him.
“You’re fucking perfect. We’ll try it nice and easy, okay?”
I nodded. I liked his hand there. It wasn’t covering my nose so I could breathe, but I felt like if I needed to make noises, then I could do it without embarrassing myself.
The first push of his cock inside me didn’t hurt. The second, though, there was maybe a sting. Then he just did that, like this shallow fuck, and I thought, looking at his face, that he was in agony.
“Jules?”
I nodded again and he did, too. He gathered his hands up under my ass and plunged deep.
“Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkk. Oh, fuck. Shit. Fuck.”
I was pinned to the bed, his hips pressing down against mine. The mechanics didn’t work in my head until I realized he was inside me.
“Easy,” he murmured.
“Fuck you,” I said, but not with too much heat. “You’re in, right? Like all the way?”
“All the way, baby. You feel real nice.”
“Are you smiling at me, asshole?” I said, looking up into his face. “I’ve got something lodged under my ribcage and you’re smiling.”
“You lived,” he grunted. Then his hips pushed just a smidge as he added, “you fucking little virgin.”
Then it occurred to me. “Not anymore.”
“No, baby. This pussy is all mine now. Put your hands against the headboard and wrap your thighs around my waist as high as you can go.”
I did and felt him slide even deeper. The lube was definitely making it easier, but I felt him everywhere.
“Now just lie back and think of sugar beets, baby, while I fuck this pussy until I come.”
I laughed and pushed my hands harder against the headboard. He was rocking into me, not too hard, but hard enough to make my breasts bounce.
“Love your fucking tits,” he groaned, and bent down to suck a nipple into his mouth again.
“Yes, I like that.”
He released it with a pop and then watched as they danced in front of his face.
“Just feel my cock sliding in and out. In and out. Eventually, it won’t hurt. I promise, baby.”
I lifted my head and looked down between us. I could see the base of him, his pubes surrounding it, pushing in and out, in and out. That first burn was gone. Now it was just full and a little sting, but not bad.
“You can go harder,” I said. I could literally feel the tension in him. How much he was trying to hold back.
“Don’t give me fucking permission,” he snarled. “You’re so fucking hot. Can you feel that? The way you take all of me?”
If he said so.
All I felt was the raw power of it. This fucking six-foot three, two hundred fifty plus pound man was on top of me, dominating me, and yet there was a feminine power in the way he whimpered when I squeezed my thighs around his hips. When my heels bounced against his tight ass.
He shouted, grunted. And then, with a few last powerful snaps of his hips, I knew he was coming inside me. I could feel the jets of his cum.
Lifting my hands away from the headboard, I circled his neck, even as he face planted into my shoulder, careful though, not to give me all his weight.
After a minute, I smiled. “We did it.”
He lifted his head. “You fucking wrecked me, baby.”
“Is that good?”
He pinched my chin between his fingers. “Yeah. That’s good.”
Then he kissed me and I thought I never wanted this to end. Him on top of me, inside me, connected to me.
When he finally pulled his head up he shook it and tilted his head back. “I am so fuuuuuucked!”
“That’s what I said!”