“You want to fuck me?” I squeaked. His hand pressed against me just right, and the squeak turned into a moan. He smiled against me.
“I told you there’s a courting process. I like to take my time. Remember,” he said, nipping my ear. “I’m going to be the man you compare all the rest to. I want to make sure they all come up lacking.”
“Full of yourself?”
“You tell me.” His hand slipped under my panties. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, turning my face slightly to kiss me.
I was wet. I had never realized I could be that wet. It was as if someone had sprayed my panties with a hose. All thoughts of other metaphors flew out of my head as Parker pulled down my panties slowly. I was aching with anticipation. Then his hand was there on my pussy. He stroked me slowly. He had barely touched me, and I was panting like a sex-starved maniac—which, in fairness, I supposed I was.
He fingered my opening, hand sliding through the wetness. My pussy ached for him. I ground back against his hand. He stroked me harder, making me whimper. The hand not on my pussy was back on my tits, pinching my nipple. He stroked my clit, and I saw fireworks. My head tipped back. I panted as he worked my clit. I wanted it to last forever. Unfortunately—inexperienced virgin here—I blew my metaphorical load after an embarrassingly short time, coming with a scream.
I sagged against the counter. “Dang! I can’t believe I waited so long. I can, um,” I made a gesture in the general vicinity of Parker’s penis, then slowly drifted off, fantasizing about it actually inside of me.
Don’t be awkward, or he’ll never do that again.
Parker snapped his fingers in front of my face. “I hope I didn’t break you. Was that your first?”
“Big O? Well, I had this amazing chocolate cake once,” I said, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “But as far as a man-induced one, yeah.”
“And?” Parker said. “How’d I do?”
“I don’t know. I might need another one just to compare. You need to have a big enough sample size to make a statistical comparison.”
Parker smirked. “Let’s up the ante,” he said. He pulled my top off then my bra. He kissed me long and slow. His mouth was tingly, and pleasure shot straight down to my pussy. My panties were half-down already, so I kicked them off, wrapping my arms around Parker. My pussy grew aching and wet as my tits pressed against his hard chest.
Parker picked me up and carried me over to the bed. He laid me down then pressed kisses down my neck to my torso. He pulled up to take off his tie. He threw it on the floor, undid the top two buttons on his shirt…then he started laughing.
I froze. It was literally my worst nightmare. An actual factual man saw me naked, and he laughed. I was too shocked to even cry, though in another moment, the waterworks were going to start.
“Wow, okay,” I said, blabbering so that I didn’t cry. “I mean, sure, I hit the cheesecake pretty hard, but—”
“Jesus, Sadie, I’m not laughing at you, you look hot as fuck. No, I mean,” he swallowed. “You know how this is your first time with a guy? Well this is my first time with a woman who shaved my initials into her pussy. It’s insane and over the top.”
“If you’re going to be like that, you can just leave.”
He leaned over me and kissed me, fingers tracing swirls over my skin.
“It’s erotic,” he whispered against my mouth.
“You were laughing a minute ago,” I grumbled.
He kissed me again then looked at me. His eyes danced with humor. “This is sex; it should be fun. I knew it was going to be fun with you.” His mouth was on mine again. “You’re sexy and curvy and amazing. Also, I bet your pussy tastes amazing.” His tongue flicked out against my stomach. He pressed soft kisses on my thighs, then his mouth wasthere. I arched back, tangling my fingers in his hair. His tongue was even better than his hands.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I spread my legs for him as he traced every line on my pussy. His tongue played in my opening then swirled back up to my clit to tease and suck. I bucked against him, and he held my hips steady and purposefully stroked me closer to the edge.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I panted. My pussy was aching with the thought of him claiming me with that huge cock of his.
He hummed against me and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. His mouth and tongue stroked me harder, setting up a rhythm. I panted and cursed, clawing at his shoulders and muscular arms. My legs shook. Then one more swirl of his tongue on my clit, and I pitched face first over the edge. I sprawled on the bed, sucking in air through my nose.
“You’re really good at that,” I slurred.
“Glad you approve.” It sounded like he was smiling.
“Can you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“I need wine and the Frankenstein condom. We’re going to need it.”
