nipple with his finger. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt — completely different to how it felt when I touched myself. I felt the wetness between my legs and the shocks of arousal course through me.
I moved my hand on his shaft, eliciting more quiet moans from him, and I listened — to learn what felt good. He liked when I stroked him firmly, and teased the head of his cock, and when I brushed my fingers lower to cup and massage his balls. I loved the warm soft feel of his skin and the way I was making him feel, evident in every ragged breath and soft moan.
Growing bold, I pulled away from him, and moved down his body. His nipples were erect much like mine, and I licked one, causing him to shiver and let out a small laugh. I smiled up at him and continued my journey downward, kissing him on the stomach once and then, slowly and carefully, extending my tongue to lick the tip of his cock. He tasted salty and warm. I liked it.
Alec’s hand gently entwined in my hair and I could feel his thigh muscles twitch and tense as I licked all the way up his shaft, then parted my wet lips gently to take the head in my mouth.
He stroked my hair as I sucked him in. He was making “Mmm” sounds of pleasure.
I loved pleasing him. I wanted to make him come, to suck him until I felt him explode in my mouth. I’d seen it in porn videos, and thought I had some idea of how to do it.
“Oh, Sis,” he whispered as I took him all the way in my mouth, sucked gently up and down. I grew more bold, using a hand to grasp the shaft at the base and hold it while I licked, nibbled and sucked the head. Then I took him right in again. His thick cock filled my mouth, the head butting up against my throat. I continued my rhythm. When he started gasping and arcing his hips toward my face, I slowed down, stroking him slowly up and down with my hand again while I offered the tip an occasional teasing lick.
After a couple of minutes of this I could sense Alec’s growing tension. His breath was rapid and uneven, and his legs shook slightly.
“Rose — I’m going to come,” he gasped out in warning, perhaps thinking I would want to pull away. Instead I took him in my mouth again, and sucked him firmly, using the flat of my tongue on the sensitive underside.
H is whole body froze suddenly, one hand gripping the sheets and the other in my hair. He groaned loudly — if anyone had been home they would have heard for sure — and I felt his cock jump and spasm as thick spurts of fluid came out over my tongue. I was surprised at the suddenness of it, but eagerly swallowed, again and again. It was warm and salty and erotic. I milked him with my mouth, and cleaned him with my tongue, until he gently moved my head away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, afraid he had had a change of heart now that it was over, and that I would be left unfulfilled, aroused and aching.
Instead, he chuckled. “It’s too sensitive, after.” He explained gently.
“Oh.” Sheepishly I let him go, and snaked my way up his naked body, laying mine against his. Alec stroked my hair, and I kissed him on the neck, near the collarbone. After catching his breath, he responded, running his hands over my body again.
“You’re sexy as hell,” he informed me.
I grinned. It was nice to hear.
He kissed me, and turned me over, laying me out on the bed. Then he continued kissing me — my ears, my neck, my collarbone, my nipples, near my navel. By the time he had reached my hips I was arching my back to meet him, wet and aching between the legs.
“I’m glad I’m first one to do this,” he said quietly, as he slipped a finger inside my folds, running it gently up and down my slit. I could feel how slick it was, and ripples of pleasure ran through me at his light touch. I was incredibly sensitive.
H e bent his head and licked me there, tasting my juices. His tongue pressed and teased my clit and I cried out softly, shocked at the intensity of the sensation. Alec paused for a moment, then continued, doing things with his tongue I’d never even thought about. I could feel him flick his tongue inside me, then return to circle and suck on my clit, in a neverending, repeating rhythm.
“Oh my god,” was all I could say. Then I held his head against me as a strong and sudden climax overtook me, rocking my body and sending me into shudders of ecstasy.
As I had done to him, he licked me once or twice after I had stopped convulsing — and now it was I who pushed him away, laughing, as the sensation turned ticklish on my oversensitive flesh.
I lay completely relaxed, suffused with a warm glow. Alec moved next to me, and we mutually started a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, and it only served to heighten the intimacy between us. He wrapped his arms around me, and I listened to his breathing.
We must have slept — we were both spent — but some hours later I woke. I was laying on his chest. I looked at him, and he must have sensed me as he opened his eyes.
I didn’t want the night to end, and I didn’t know what would happen once it did. Would Alec put an end to our explorations? I hoped not. Regardless, I wanted to make the most of it while I had him.
Biting my lip, I reached down, fingers seeking. He was already hard again. I smiled wickedly at him, and he grinned back. I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, marvelling again at its size. In answer, Alec cupped my breast, caressing gently.
I stroked him as he ran his hands all over me, enjoying the sensations I was giving and receiving. I felt the now familiar wetness between my legs and a throb deep inside me, aching to be filled.
Alec caressed me hungrily as I pumped my fist over his erection. Suddenly, he moved, getting up and positioning himself over me. He looked down at my face. I could see the hunger in his eyes.
“Yes,” I preemptively answered his question, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes!” I repeated breathily, writhing my hips urgently beneath him. I ran my hands over his back and his ass, feeling the taut muscles, and I felt the tip of him right at my entrance. I squirmed, panting in need, wanting to bring him closer.
He said nothing, but slowly pushed inside me, filling me bit by bit. I gasped at the stretching feeling, my hands digging deep into his skin.
“Okay?” He asked huskily.
I nodded eagerly, and pulled him close for a kiss.
As our tongues met once more, he thrust firmly, and I felt the pain I’d been expecting — I let out a soft cry into his mouth, but kept him close, my arms around his neck. He kept moving, slowly filling me, then withdrawing right to the tip, making me shiver. Then he thrust inside again, and pain turned into pleasure as he rocked his hips against mine. Our lips broke apart and I breathed in gasps, wrapping my legs around him and moving against him from beneath.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “You feel so good.”
I made an inarticulate reply, ur ging him on, seeking release.
He began to move in a smooth rhythm and I let him take control, enjoying the sensations. I felt gloriously alive, my whole body awakened and tingling. As I began to gasp, my breath catching in my throat with every thrust, Alec began to pump harder and faster, his hips grinding against mine.
“Oh god!” I said again, my voice rising in pitch as I heard his answering moan. I could feel his back straining under my hands, a light covering of sweat on his skin. We moaned together, again and again.
I yelled, arching my back, the waves of pleasure crashing over me once more. I shuddered and tensed, feeling myself contract around his cock inside me. He moaned again, and dropped his head down close to me, rocking his hips forcefully against mine. As I was still gasping in pleasure, shock after delicious shock coursing through me, his entire body tensed. He pumped into me once more, twice. Then his cock pulsed inside me, answering my own clenching, and I felt his hot come erupt in me.
He moaned my name, shuddering, his arms beginning to shake. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and we breathed hard, our foreheads touching. I felt him still twitching inside me. I didn’t want him to leave.
But he had to move. I felt him withdraw, and collapse back on the bed beside me exhausted. I relaxed, closing my eyes and catching my breath. I could feel his seed drying on my thigh, but felt far too lazy and contented to move.
We lay in each other’s arms again, oblivious to the outside world. Nonetheless, thoughts of the outside world eventually crept in.
