This is not a quick fuck, so if you're looking for a quickie, this story ain't for you. If you indeed want a slow burn, with a side of romance, hopefully this helps with your ache. All characters are over 18. Thanks in advance for any feedback!
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He was looking at me with dark eyes that blazed hotter than even he was. He had promised that when we'd touch, it would be like fire. I was of a mind to believe him, just his eyes touching me - on the pulse of my neck, my breasts, the area between my thighs where I was sure he could see the wetness that made my panties damp - electrified me. He was older than me, and it showed in his self assurance and the stored power in his forearms. He had beautiful forearms, teaming with veins and tanned to a dusky shade. His hands were ideally clasped in his lap. I began to realize that I had been staring this whole time at his arms, as he sat there on a leather chair in the corner of his bedroom. I was sitting awkwardly on his bed, at the very edge, periodically wondering why he didn't advance towards me.
My thoughts were broken at the sound of his deep voice asking me if I knew what exactly I was asking him to do - he knew I was a virgin. His steady quiet confidence made my belly want to turn inside out. Perhaps it too just wanted to be exposed to the sound if his voice? I focused when he made a noise from the back of his throat, almost like clearing it but much more graceful. When I grasped what he said, I began to wonder how obtuse he must believe me to be; to assume that even I didn't know what was happening. I grew up curious of sex yet hesitant to talk of it or express it; he knew this of course though, we had talked over the internet for a year now. He had been my first in this; I had told him of all my desires, had told him of my body. I guess he thought that the reality would scare me.
I nodded vaguely, finally looking up at him. He was curiously taking in my facial expressions and every nuance of my movements with a small smile touching his firm lips. His lips were what I had fallen for, those lips that were perpetually kinked to form some smirk or another in all his pictures. He was a psychology major; I assumed he got some kick out of just watching me react to my unknown settings.
My thoughts were everywhere, touching everything. My eyes had fallen from his to gaze at my dress on the soft carpet. I had tossed it haphazardly on the floor before; it now looked ridiculous, like a gauntlet between us. I had indeed issued a challenge, telling him that he would be my first physically as he had been mentally. I wanted him to be. At least I had, I wasn't so certain I wanted anything anymore after he sat down and surveyed all I had to offer him. I decided to nod again, raising my face to his. I wasn't scared, I decided.
His beautiful lips broke apart to bear a smile. He addressed my challenge with one of his one then, asking me politely to remove my bra.
'Sweetheart'
he had said. I still remember it. So I did, awkwardly unclasping the back of my lacy bra that I had thought would provoke him to touch me. I should have known better, he was always so in control. I slowly edged the shoulder straps off and followed their path with my fingers lightly. I maintained eye contact this time; I couldn't look anywhere but. He was looking at my eyes too before darting his to caress my breasts. My bare small breasts, with their coral nipples peaked. I wondered what I looked like to him as I raised my hands up my own waist, prompting goosebumps across my pale flesh. I cupped my breasts then, watching his reaction. His tongue touched the left side of his upper lip, and his eyes flashed.
I tugged at my own nipples and let out a small moan, observing him as he had me. He sat cool and composed, except for his hands, which now gripped the arm chair fiercely. I let out another mewling noise when the beauty of his flexed forearms struck me anew. My eyes dipped to his crotch briefly, where a thick bulge in his dress pants greeted me. He had caught the direction of my gaze and his lips formed yet another easy smirk. I was in love I realized, right then. I arched my head back as I realized that the feeling from my nipples couldn't be ignored any longer. I didn't hear him get up.
The bed weighed down on either side of me, I presume he had pressed his hands there. His breathe was hot and slightly moist again the fragile skin on my décolletage. I shivered upon the first contact, even thought it was hardly anything. He whispered that he could feel my body heat and smell the citrusy perfume I used. He finished with a curious, slow lick up the column of my throat. I had dreamt of this; his voice, his passion, the heat that did indeed ignite in my veins. He nipped at my throat, biting down ever so softly. Those lips, those beautiful lips, were finally on me. I let go of my nipples to rest my hands on his shoulders. He felt solid and real, not just some screen name and pixels from the internet. He was so beautiful.
He moved his face up and touched his lips to mine. A peck, a soft peck. His facial hair provided some contrast to his soft lips as it rubbed harshly against my pale skin. I was sure the affected area was turning a delicate shade of red but I didn't care. I wanted him to mark me more, touch me everywhere. He readjusted his angle, claiming my bottom lip between his and sucking. I sighed, my hands gripping his rigid shoulder muscle. He licked the seam of my lips then and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He swirled his around mine, massaging it, taming it. His tongue tasted like the coffee we had drunk before. This comforted me, even though his actions were making me squirm against the comforter. His hands were on my hips, gripping them firmly. He kissed me and kissed me until I was breathless from trying to chase his tongue. He then lifted me to toss me down further on his bed.
I lay there, supporting myself on my elbows. I remember feeling my swollen lips with my tongue and the coolness of the comforter against my body. My panties were even wetter than before but hopefully not damp enough to mark his bedding - I felt embarrassed all of the sudden without him or my thoughts distracting me. My bravado faded as his hot gaze touched my most private region, as he pulled his shirt out of his pants. It went up and over his head, revealing a torso that was perfectly sculpted with only a trail of hair disappearing into his pants. His hands grasped his belt and tried to yank it off. I loosened up and giggled as the fabric got stuck a couple times before the belt finally disengaged. He stepped out of his shoes and toed his socks off. At least I assumed so since he gripped the bed with his tanned hands for balance. Beautiful, beautiful man.
He was left with his pants, which he promptly pushed down his hips. His hips were muscular and formed a beautiful V shape which bracketed his line of dark hair. I reveled in the perfection of his form, forgetting all about my discomfort. I looked up from his magnificent dusky flesh to his all knowing eyes, which at this point felt like they could see through me. I knew he was checking if I was backing out; his psychology major made him able to decipher everything about me. I took one look at his tight underwear and the hard cock waiting underneath and I couldn't stop myself. I placed my fingers carefully inside my soaked underwear unabashedly and scraped my clitoris. My nerve endings came alive and rejoiced at the contact. My mind of course was waiting for him.
He murmured something in Spanish, his native language. It resonated with in me. His English was so flawless and his Spanish was wild in comparison. He was losing control finally! I eyed him as he slowly circled the bed, tracing his fingers along the comforter. I wanted his fingers on me so badly. I had at this point begun to mewl incoherently as I rubbed and rubbed my clitoris, coaxing it from its hood. It felt so good having his eyes bore into me, but I wished his cock, his tongue, his fingers would as well.
My eyes had closed as my body began to grow slick with sweat. The comforter grew sticky to my skin, its initial coolness a sad loss. He watched me from the side of the bed before he decided to join me; his weight pressing down near me made my body taut with expectations. He grazed my stomach with one rough knuckle and softly took my hand away from my panties. I watched him kiss my finger tips, my palm, and placed it against his chest. His heartbeat was steady; mine at this point resembled more of a staccato. Yes, I was in love.
He pulled my face towards him and bit on my bottom lip, scraping it with his teeth. He stroked my hair and lightly massaged my scalp. I tried to get the upper hand at the beginning but eventually I just surrendered to the bold thrusts of his tongue. I gyrated against the comforter, rubbing my bare ass checks against the soft fabric. He placed a hand firmly on my hip and steadied me, preventing me from focusing on anything other than him inside of my mouth. He was inside of my mind too; he was all knowing it seemed. All too patient, determined to go slowly. I wanted to rip the black fabric off his hips and hump his penis until the ache went away. He had more finesse than this.
He let go out my lips, and trailed his mouth down my collarbone, leaving hot open mouthed kisses wherever he went. When his breath finally teased my nipple, I shuddered beneath him. He chuckled, ringing a circle around it with his nail, before pinching softly. My back tried to come off the bed but his hand on my hip left me immobile. He however rewarded my enthusiasm with his mouth on the coral peak as he had begun to suck it between his lips. His facial hair was a either delicious graze or unbearably rough. He finally moved his hand from my hip to lazily tickle my rib, teasing the curve of my other breast but never it. He bit on my nipple and soothed the pleasant sting with his tongue. His hand finally grasped my other one and tugged lightly. I groaned and felt the sweat beading my hairline. He had only just begun.
He let go of both my nipples and let his hands mold my breasts. He stared up at me as he squeezed my flesh, barely large enough to fill his hands. I felt a jolt of awareness all the way down to my core and forced myself stare back. He approved of this, murmuring to me that
