My hands cup her breasts, gently massaging and squeezing them as our mouths devour one another in a lusty and passionate kiss.
I moan. She moans. I won’t lie, the heat between us is palpable, and it’s mounting closer to a fevered pitch with every tangle of our tongues, with every pinch of her nipple, my cock is begging to be freed from the confines of my jeans, which are now uncomfortably tight in the crotch.
“Fucckk,” I growl, standing up still holding Carson. She wraps her legs around my hips and I carry her to my bedroom.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she murmurs against my neck.
17
About Last Night
I roll over in bed and open my eyes, squinting as they adapt to the sunlight pouring in through the bedroom window. I look around and see that Krew’s up and gone.
Did he go downstairs to work? I thought maybe he’d bring me some breakfast in bed. After all, we’d burned a lot of calories last night.
Several times.
I pull the sheet up under my chin and feel my cheeks warm thinking back about it. We’d had some great wine, and that’s all it took to loosen me up and come to the party. No reservations needed.
Not that I’m all that experienced, but the first time with a guy is break-in sex. For me, it is something you just need to get out of the way, because your body-parts are strangers to one another.
And yes, I know how weird that sounds, but it’s true!
But it wasn’t like that at all with Krew. It was like we were a perfect fit. Zero awkwardness, no holding back, and I love a guy that tells me exactly what he’s going to do before he does it. Not asking permission mind you, but preparing you for what lies next. And what came next was exquisite in every sense of the word: his touch, his scent, his words, his body. It was like a melody and harmony making the perfect refrain.
I close my eyes and relive those moments of our first time the night before. Krew worried about my safety. It warmed my heart – and my heat as well.
I felt his burgeoning hard-on as I shimmied around on his lap, purposely wanting to bring his cock to attention. I generally wasn’t forward, but Krew was different than any other guy I’d known before. And I wanted him. I wanted it to happen.
He lifted me up into his strong arms and carried me to his room. I felt like I was floating. I knew he was going to give me what I wanted as soon as I felt him lower me onto his bed, and gazing down at me, clothed only in the pj bottoms he’d given me and socks. But as non-sexy as my garb was, Krew’s eyes blazed with unbridled lust as if he saw through the material, and knew just how wet and ready I was for him.
I watched unabashedly from the bed as he pulled his sweater up and over his head, undid his jeans hastily, letting them pool at his feet. My eyes widened at his rigid cock peeking out from the fly of his boxers. He was quick to discard those as well, and his hand gripped his cock, watching me watch him.
“Do you like what you see, Princess?” he asked huskily, continuing to jack it as he lowered his weight down onto the bed, just inches from me.
“I do,” I replied softly, flicking my tongue over my bottom lip. His head lowered and his warm lips met mine gently, his tongue tracing the outside, wanting entrance. I parted my lips to allow it, and once again our tongues explored one another, and my arms wrapped around his strong neck, pulling him even closer to me.
I felt his thumbs hook into each side of the waistband of the pajama bottoms I was wearing, lowering them down to my ankles and pulling them over my feet. My socks and panties had gone with them, and then the sharp intake of my breath sounded as his fingers explored the soft folds of my pussy.
“I’m going to feast on your pussy now, Carson,” he said huskily, “I want to taste you with my mouth and tongue.”
I tingled in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to have him suckle all of my juices, which were dripping because of his magical fingers.
“Umm . . . yes,” I moaned softly, as he moved down my body, kissing a trail southward. His lips were now where his fingers had been, kissing the soft skin, his tongue tracing every fold, his warm breath caressed my skin. I moved my hands to where his head was, fisting them into his thick, dark hair as his tongue continued the sweet assault at my core, bringing waves and waves of pleasure pulsing through me.
I pressed myself up against him, wanting more. He gave me more. His fingers pressed up inside of me, while his tongue circled my clit tenderly and thoroughly. I heard a moan escape from my lips, and my hips rocked against him sensually, my legs spreading myself totally open to anything he wanted.
“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth,” he said, as his hands grabbed my ankles, lifting them up to rest on each of his shoulders. He then cupped my ass with his hands, raising me up, so that my drenched pussy was just a whisper away from his mouth. He devoured me orally as if he hungered for something that only I could provide.
He murmured things to me about how sweet I tasted, how much he wanted to taste all of me. And he did; there was not one nook or cranny his magic tongue didn’t explore thoroughly. I was drenched, but needing more.
“I need you to fuck me,” I groan.
“Are you sure, Princess?”
“Yes. I need it now.”
“If I fuck you, will you stay here with me tomorrow?” he
