“You’re already so wet for me. I love it.” He lifts me off his lap and lays me down onto my back. Standing up to his full height, he looks down at me. I’m lying there with my shorts down around my knees and nothing else. He scans me from the top of my head down to my secret garden then back up to my face. “That is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Stella. You all spread out on my bed. Damn.” He rubs his crotch while he talks. It’s then I notice his hardness pressing up against the fly of his shorts.
“Take your shorts off,” I plead.
“Not yet. If I take them off now, I won’t last.”
He reaches down and pulls my shorts off the rest of the way and tosses them onto the floor with the rest of my clothes. He kneels next to the bed and reaches up to grasp my hips, pulling them right to the edge of the bed so that he’s eye level with my garden. My eyes feel so huge; I know they are bulging out of my head. “Wh-What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at your pussy, babe. It’s beautiful. I want to taste you now. Okay?” He doesn't wait for a response from me as he reaches down and gently pushes my knees apart. He’s getting a serious look at my lady parts. When his head leans in closer, I begin to squirm away, but he holds my legs and hips in place with his big hands. “Shhh, it’s going to be okay. Trust me.” He leans in again and swipes his tongue along the entire seam of my garden.
“Oh. My. God!” I yell.
“Feel good?”
“Oh, God, yes!” I groan. Please don’t stop.
He leans in again and repeats. It’s like he’s French kissing me down there. When he starts to focus on specific areas, like my golden ticket, it takes me to that place of sheer euphoria. He then uses one of his thick fingers to rub inside of me, in and out. The two things combined are overwhelming. Four swipes with his finger while he sucks on my clit, and I literally detonate. I scream out his name over and over again. He continues to use his mouth on me even after I’ve come down. My legs are shaking.
“You’re delicious. Your sweetness and spice, Stella.”
He slowly stands up, then leans over to kiss me. His face shiny with my wetness. It should be gross, but it’s not. I want to taste myself on him. He made me feel so good. He deserves a kiss for that. Leaning up, I put my hands on either side if his head and kiss him passionately. He’s right, I do taste like sweetness and spice. As I kiss him, I reach down to rub his hard length over his shorts. When he moans into my mouth, Iunbutton his shorts and slowly unzip his pants. He’s wearing boxers, so I reach inside to stroke his erection. Pulling back, Alex slides his shorts down the rest of the way.
Standing in front of me completely naked, he makes me speechless. I’ve referred to him as a Greek god and a better statue than Michelangelo’s David, but seeing him like this––so real–– those other two things don’t hold a candle to this man in front of me. I sit up so I can really see him––so I can touch him. His skin is smooth and tight, and as I run my fingers down his abdomen to his manhood, his muscles tighten and flex even further. So much muscle. I grasp him and run my palm up and down just once. After releasing him, I lie back onto the bed and reach out for him. I want him to come to me, to rest that amazing body between my legs.
“Are you sure about this, Stella? We don't have to do anything until you’re ready.”
“I’m sure. I’m ready.”
He’s stroking himself now, and if it’s possible, he’s getting even bigger. I’m not sure I can handle all of that.
“You and I will fit together perfectly, Pixie. You were made for me.”
How did he know that’s what I was thinking? Damn telepath. He walks over to his dresser to retrieve a box of condoms. He tears open the box and pulls one tab out. After ripping it open with his mouth, he brings the ring to the tip of his penis. I sit up so I can watch him. He holds on to the tip of the condom and slowly rolls the rest of it down his length. I reach out to help, but he shakes his head.
“I’ll go too fast if you touch me right now. It’s more than I can take that you’re looking so closely. Lay back on the bed now, Stella.”
I lay back and scoot up toward the pillow so that my feet aren’t hanging off the bed. He kneels onto the bed and climbsup slowly until his hips are between my legs and we’re face to face.
“I’ll stop at any time, Stella. Just say the word. I’ll be as gentle as I can be, but I suspect that you’re going to be very small in your… in your secret garden.”
“It’s okay. I’m ready, Alex.” And I am. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life.
He kisses me with such love and tenderness it nearly makes me weep. That is until I feel him. The head of his penis is pressing against my entrance. He’s not pushing yet, but it’s enough that I know he’s there and that he’s about to start. Slowly, he pushes the head into my opening, and I start to pant. I’m not going to lie, I’m scared shitless.
“You okay, Pixie?”
“Uh-huh,” I pant out. I can feel him pushing further and further inside of me until it stops. I feel very full. He’s so big. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I say, relieved.
“I’m only in halfway, angel. Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?” Alex is speaking slowly, like he’s holding his breath. He’s actually wincing and gritting his teeth as he talks.
“No, keep going.”
“It’s going to hurt a little right now, but it won’t last. Okay?”
“So, um, have you popped a lot of cherries or something, Alex?”
He laughs. “Well, no, you’re my first, but I googled it.”
That’s it. A laugh bursts out of me so hard I didn’t even feel him push the rest of the way in—until I did. “Holy shit, that’s hurts like a motherfucker,” I yelp.
