Lilly
It was so fucking hot how he just seized me.
That was really the best way to describe it. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t sensual. It was primal, like a week’s worth of waiting had aroused Cole to the point that he just took me. Cole hadn’t reached over and grabbed me so much as he had lifted me up and placed me on my back.
And when I laid on my back, I felt his body press between my legs. Obviously, we had clothes on, so nothing was happening yet, but this was by far the closest I’d ever come to sex. I felt the surge of excitement and nervousness coursing through my body, but this time, I wasn’t going to stop. I was going to let Cole do whatever he wanted to me.
I wanted him. I needed him. I wanted his naked body, his hard cock inside of me... I wanted to be naked before a man, the freedom to have the wildest, greatest sex ever. I wanted to feel my legs spread, to be taken, dominated, controlled by Cole. God, I’d never felt this way before.
Everything that he did was just so... so fucking hot. The way he kissed me like a savage man in need of a woman. The way his hands squeezed in and pressed against my body. The way his hips ground against mine. I thought I could feel the outline of his cock against his jeans. I wanted to reach down and feel it for myself... and then I also wanted to wait, to see it in the flesh, to see what would happen when it came free and I was able to touch it and feel it.
His hand slid under my shirt, and even just the touch of his calloused palm against my belly was invigorating and stimulating. It felt coarse, but it felt powerful. The novel touches in novel places was more than enough.
His hands went under my bra and squeezed my breasts, and a rush of pleasure went through and in them. I arched my hips against his, tossed my head back, and moaned his name.
“Cole... ohhh.”
He lifted up my shirt, his facial stubble riding up my stomach, tickling and sensually pleasuring, before he got to my chest. His hands worked their way under my back, unclasped my bra, and then tossed it to the side. He had me sit up as he removed my shirt, and for the first time in my life, I was topless before a man.
Oh, it was so enthralling! I felt so exposed, so naked, so... wanted. So lusted after.
It was both terrifying and erotic, knowing that Cole could see everything, from the freckles just above my chest to how pale my skin was, and yet still want to kiss me, touch me, hold me, squeeze me, make love to me.
I reached for his shirt in turn, partially just because I felt that was how things went. First shirts came off, then pants, and then…
Cole was happy to assist. And when he removed his shirt, I stared in awe at what I saw, even though I had seen it just a week before. Though he was on the stockier side, that just meant it was easier for his muscles to stand out; his shoulders looked like actual boulders, his chest was like that of a marble sculpture, and his abs popped.
“Holy shit,” I said.
Every second I spent staring at Cole’s muscles felt like the first time.
But Cole was too far into it to say much of anything. He came up and attacked my neck, biting and sucking on it. Oh my God! I couldn’t believe I’d had to wait all this time for this—but damn!
“Cole... yes, Cole, oh, baby.”
He again left a trail of kisses down my chest, pausing at each breast, and then worked down my stomach. I realized here that this could be it. This could be the spot where the foreplay ended and the actual sex began. This was the last chance to turn back if there was any reason I wanted to.
And actually, even though this was so damn erotic and so damn pleasing, I had plenty of reasons to. Was this man the one I wanted to lose my virginity to? He was nice, but I had only known him for a short period of time. I was leaving soon right after... would I feel like a whore if I just gave it up and then was in a new state within a week?
And even ignoring all of that... this was sex! This was not something I could take lightly.
But if I had all the inhibitions in the world, all the nerves of a first time, all the anxiety that a girl ten years younger than me might have, Cole appeared to have none of that. Cole moved with such ease over my body that it was like he’d done this many times before.
Which, like much of the rest of this, was giving me both pleasant thoughts and anxiety. Pleasant, because it meant there would be little stumbling around, little confusion, few moments of awkwardness. Anxiety, because just how many women had Cole been with before? And did that even matter? Was it my right to judge him on that question?
These questions were starting to get a little louder as Cole reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. It was easy to enjoy something when it was just clothes on, or when there was a point of turning back. It was easy to relish the rush of energy when he was kissing my neck and not, say, my clit.
But now, time was running out.
And I was starting to doubt if this was right.
He took only my jeans off, leaving me in my underwear. Never before had I been like this; hell, never before had I been topless. So many never before moments…
But this was much different; breasts were a fascination of men, but it wasn’t like... I didn’t know, I didn’t have a good rational explanation for it. It just felt a step beyond.
He kissed my feet, then worked his way down my right leg. As the kisses trailed from the ankle to the calf to the knee and to the inner thigh, I started to shake, my body not my own any longer, but Cole’s to pleasure and please. He hovered right over my pussy—still guarded by my panties, but with that being the only barrier between complete nakedness and now—looked up at me, smiled seductively, and pressed his lips against my panties. Oh, God, even just that pressure…
He went up and started down the other leg. I knew this was my last chance. I knew if I didn’t say no now, I was committed. It wasn’t like I didn’t want this. I did.
