I shifted my warm, scented body in the cool, ruffled bed. There. Tonight there was a moon so full and white and gleaming that it gave my already pale skin a pale glow.
I was, at this moment, down to my lacey delicates, and above me, Josh was peeling off his brown baseball tee. He tossed his shirt to the floor and looked me over, getting a good overview of the amusement park. His stare said it all.
A wide and uncontrollable smile crept across my face then; I also liked what I saw. And I realised then just how perfect this moment was: after months of dancing around the topic, we were finally test-driving our natural attraction. There was no way it could wait any longer.
The dark-haired boy returned my smile and started undoing his pants. This was it. The tension was killing me, and I finally understood the saying: 'it was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.' I just wanted his hands on me.
Josh stepped out of his jeans and knelt on the bed, making his way up to me in his straining boxer-briefs. His lips traveled passed my stomach and between my breasts, snaking their way up my neck and to my lips. We finally kissed deeply -- our lips melted together -- and Josh pressed his delicious body against mine. He was already hard.
I was already losing myself in the intoxicating arousal at this point. As he sucked and licked my neck, I became putty in Josh's hands. He used them to trace the outline of my body, electrifying my skin.
I shuddered.
Josh pulled away and smiled devilishly at me. It was nice seeing that kind of smile on his face. I ran my fingertips across his neck as I placed my hands at the back of head and pulled him into a kiss. I couldn't get enough.
We moved fluidly between meeting lips, parting mouths, and swirling tongues. In the meantime, I ran my hands all over Josh's hot skin, eventually running my nails just firmly enough up his back to elicit a guttural moan. He pulled out of the kiss and slipped a leg between mine, and then I pulled my other leg from under him. When I wrapped them both around his waist, I definitely caused a chain reaction.
I ran my hands through Josh's hair as we made out passionately, letting him know just how much I wanted him. I was fairing pretty well in his books too, as he began to press his arousal against my own sensitive parts, eventually working his way up to dry humping. I sucked his bottom lip; he ran his tongue over mine.
God, I needed him inside of me.
"Condom," I gasped, pushing him away.
Josh was amused. "Keep it in your pants," he said, smiling.
I let out a shaky breath. "Rather not," I said. I was so damn horny.
But he leaned over and started to kiss my chest, this time making his way downward. As he reached my navel, he slid his hands between the mattress and I, trying to undo my sexy white bra. I lifted my back and when it unhooked, Josh fixed his mouth on a nipple, working up a knot of frustration in my breast that made me squirm under him. He sucked hard and ran his searching tongue over each of them thoroughly, and I wondered if he was trying to read Braille.
And I moaned. Again and again.
Josh took mercy and pulled away. "You're delicious," he confessed in his startlingly American accent.
And, tracing his body with my fingertips, I smiled.
"Fuck me," I said.
Sitting up on his haunches, Josh yanked down his underwear and reached toward his nightstand, quickly recovering a condom. He tore the wrapper open and began the process of rolling the latex over his stiff, hot penis. I swore my nether regions were tingling with anticipation.
I sat up as I removed my panties and applied lube to Josh's erection, relishing the job. Holding his cock -- stroking its length -- made me soaked. I concentrated on its bulbous head: it was so soft, and it made Josh buck. I noticed then just how wet I was between my legs, and damned if it didn't make me even wetter. God, his erection was so hard. It would feel so good inside of me.
"You're going to make me cum," Josh gasped at length.
It was my turn to smile devilishly, but I took my hands off. "How about you make me cum?" I asked rhetorically, lying back down. Josh watched as my hands went straight down and I rubbed the excess lubricant on to my vulva, into my vagina. He was on me in a second.
Josh grabbed my wrists and pinned them playfully, trying to gain his own access to my wet, hot pussy. I giggled and he let go to lean on one arm, while the other grabbed his sheathed penis. I was ready for a ride.
He guided his hardened organ, but it was apparent immediately that it would be a tight fit. Josh was anything but deterred.
"Geez," he breathed. He gripped his cock, held it at my entrance, and thrust only his tip in and out. He felt so good, and as I was able to envelop more and more of him, it felt even better. My under-used pussy widened only a little bit at a time -- just enough to fit his cock. And the tight fit was fucking extraordinary: every nerve was being stroked by Josh's gorgeous penis.
I opened my eyes when I realised I had closed them tight. Josh was still forcing his straining penis inside of me, looking down at where we connected, and I followed his eyes. I watched as his shaft slowly sunk into my meaty centre and I felt it go the deepest yet. Then, Josh slowly pulled out again, touching every last nerve in my tight pussy. I moaned subconsciously.
Josh squeezed his eyes as he pushed inside again, letting go of his rock tool now that he could go deep enough. He started working me faster now. In. Out. In and out. The last few inches were the best because my cunt finally opened right up to him, and now he pistoned in and out of me, probably feeling hornier than ever after that ordeal.
