“You counted them?”
“Uh-huh” is all I can muster.
“Fuck!” he growls again. Alex is now working furiously on the buttons. By the time he has six undone, he starts to pull the two sides of my dress apart.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Babe, no bra?”
“Uh, no. The dress was really tight, and I didn’t think I needed one. Plus, I hate bras. They’re uncomfortable. You should try wearing one. You’d know what I am talking about. Even though they make pretty ones and stuff.”
I’m nervous but also full of anticipation. There’s no other way to describe it. I’m watching him unbutton my dress. The girls are on full display now.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says breathlessly. “Pixie, can I touch you?”
I breathe out a yes.
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
He slides both hands up from my waist until they meet my revealed flesh. He runs them up underneath each breast, feeling the weight of them in his hands. “These are spectacular. I knew they would be, Pixie,” he says breathlessly. When his fingers brush across each nipple, I moan, so he does it again, along with more like pinching and tugging on each nipple. It’s making me squirm in his lap.
“Oh, God,” I moan out.
“You like that?”
I nod because I can’t speak. Guttural noises are all I can muster. He squeezes each breast. They aren’t small, so they overflow in his giant hands. He leans up and kisses me frantically. His tongue moves around in my mouth in an increasing pace. I meet him with my own passionate kisses. Feeling how hard he is, I have an uncontrollable urge to move my hips, so I slowly rock back and forth on top of him. He moans loudly and breaks away from the kiss. I feel a sucking sensation as he moves down to kiss and suckle on my breast. Holy moly!
Alex pulls away from my breast to say, “The way you’re moving on top of me feels amazing. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I pant.
With that request, I reach for Alex and run my fingers through his beautiful, wavy hair while kissing him hard and fast. My tongue darts out to meet his. He turns his head to the side and presses his tongue in again. His tongue is deeper now. As we kiss, I grind into him. I’ve never, ever, ever felt like this before—as if I’m going to explode. The orgasm he gave me the other day was nothing compared to this feeling tonight. This one is way more intense. I can’t help but worry though. Should I be doing this? As I think about that, Alex grips my hips with his big hands and begins to grind up as I grind down. Oh my God!
I plead with Alex, “Don’t ever stop.”
“I won’t. I won’t,” he chants.
And that’s when it happens. I explode into a million pieces. It’s so amazing. I’ve never felt so light––so good. I’ve read about this in my romance books––the French call itle petite mort, or the little death. I think I get the meaning now. As I slow my hips down, I hear Alex begging me to keep going. He’s not done yet. Good to know. I continue to move. Oh crap, it’s building up again. I never knew. I’ll never be the same again. So, I rock back and forth and rub against him. I’m paying more attention to Alex’s words now. My God, the boy talks dirty.
“That’s it, sweetheart, grind into my cock.” His hands reach up to squeeze my breasts. “You have the most amazing tits, baby. God, I want to fuck you so bad, Stella. I can’t wait to sink into that tight little pussy of yours. It’s going to be fucking amazing. I want you to come all over my cock and my face. I can’t wait to taste you, honey.”
Taste me? What does that even mean? I’m going to have to google this stuff later.
He’s still talking. “I can’t wait to have your sweet little mouth on my big cock. Okay, damn, are you close again, Stella?”
Wow! I mean wow! I’m almost there when he says, “Are you ready, Pixie? I’m not gonna last much longer. Come for me, now!”
That’s it, that’s all it takes is him telling me to come and I orgasm again. I don’t know how it’s possible, but it’s better than the first one. Who knew dirty talk could put a girl over the top? I hear him shout out his release and my name. It sounds wonderful, having my name on his lips at this moment. He’s still muttering dirty things, but it’s quieting down.
“Holy shit, Pixie. I’ve never come so hard in my life. You turn me on so much. I’m hard the minute I see you. Shit, I don’t even have to see you. If I just think about you or hear your voice, I’m done for.”
“Um, thanks?” I say hesitantly.
Alex exhales. “I’m sorry, babe. Did that whole thing scare you? Once we started, I just couldn’t stop. I hope you aren’t upset. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not safe with me.”
“No, I’m okay,” I say with a smile.
