The characters in the story are OVER THE AGE OF 18. No creepery.
Continuation of
Personal Growth
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DYLAN
Joel cupped my face in his palm and drew it to his, kissing me deeply. He grinned with hooded eyes. "I don't want to cum before I get to fuck you."
My breath caught in my throat. I had hooked up with a few guys, yes, making up for inexperience and my less-than-impressive body by trying to let them know how enthusiastic I was. But nobody had made me really want to go all the way—until now.
Joel detected my hesitation and gently released me, propping himself up on his elbows. "You ok, Dylan?"
I hoped he couldn't see the deep blush that was spreading across my cheeks and down my neck. "Yeah, I am. Um. I..." I stammered, trying to get it out.
"Hey," he said softly, one hand reaching up to brush the hair out of my eyes. "Are you a virgin?"
I bit my lip and nodded, breathing heavy. His gaze remained fixed on my expression.
I'd never been
that
protective over my virginity, but for most of my life I had the impression that I'd give it to someone special—maybe someone I was dating or in love with (or Jason—but I was positive
that
'd never happen). And of course I'd felt sexual attraction before, and sometimes wondered what it would be like to sleep with one of my pithy hookups. But that curiosity was something I had complete control over.
Now, that control was totally overwhelmed—steamrolled—by something more powerful: desire. Had the hormones changed my mind, too? All my thoughts about the special night when I'd "make love" for the first time blurred away, replaced by a crystal clear need to take Joel inside of me.
He looked concerned. "We don't have to do anything you don't want t-"
"No!" I surprised myself with the vehemence of my exclamation. He chuckled and I smiled. My sex drive was overpowering any concerns I had about my virtue, and I might as well lean into it. "Joel, I want you to fuck me. Please, I want you so bad."
Throwing his head back, he sighed with relief. His eyes blazed and he smirked at me as he drew back up, sliding me onto the couch and climbing on top of me. I shuddered as his fingers traced the lines of my body, curving around my creamy breasts, stroking and teasing my nipples. He hooked his thumbs in my panties and slowly drew them down my legs, leaving me totally exposed.
He lowered himself onto the floor and hooked one of my calves around his shoulder. He kissed up my ankle, my calf, my knee... I moaned as I realized what he was doing. I held my breath, awaiting the sensation I'd never known before.
He paused, ensuring we were making eye contact, before dipping his tongue to meet my sex. I cried out, partly from pleasure and partly from the exhilaration of a sensation entirely foreign to my body. He drew lazy circles around my clit, making my legs twitch of their own volition. My hand nestled in his hair, stroking it as I moaned.
He adapted quickly, gauging my moans and learning my sweet spots. He pushed a finger into me, thrusting it in and out in time with the rhythm of his tongue. I felt dizzy, quivering with anticipation as heat pooled deep in my belly. I whimpered, whispering "please" over and over again as I felt myself on the verge of exploding. No orgasm I'd ever given myself had been like this—it felt electric.
I clapped a hand over my mouth and screamed as I came, my back arching, legs shaking, hips grinding against him. Even after I was past my highest peak, I felt the energy tingling, jolting through me, inspiring little sighs.
When I opened my eyes, I saw him grin, wiping my nectar from his face with the back of his hand and licking it up. He moved back onto the couch, gingerly moving my legs so he could kneel between them.
"That should've gotten you prepped," he smirked.
I began to respond but was cut off by an "Oh!" as he cupped my sex, coating his fingers in the moisture that had gathered there.
