Clayton leans over me again and tugs at my bra with his teeth. A new sound whisks out of me, sudden tingles assaulting me at the unexpectedness of it. He traces his tongue along the cleavage spilling over the top of the cup and then moves his mouth to the center and exhales through the fabric.
“Mmm,” I moan. High school boys know nothing of such tricks.
He repeats the move, his hot breath surrounding my nipple through the thin material, flooding me with a fresh wave of pleasure. My fingers dig into his hair as he moves to the other breast and plays with me some more. God, this man knows what he’s doing.
The flurry of anticipation is all consuming. I gaze at him through heavy lidded eyes as he removes my bra and covers my nipple with his wet mouth, no fabric between us this time. Jesus, the feeling. It shoots straight between my legs like a bolt of hot lightning, making me ache. I don’t realize how hard I’m gripping his hair until it cuts into my fingers, but Clayton doesn’t stop. He worships my breasts until I’m moaning and writhing on the bed, helpless to do anything more than lie here.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Clayton breathes as he leaves my breasts and moves down my body.
Suddenly, his hand slides beneath my panties to stroke my wet slit with his thumb, and now I really can’t breathe.
He eases off the bed and works at his jeans with his free hand, still toying with me, kicking his pants and briefs off completely before sinking back down beside me. After tugging my underwear off, he positions himself over me on his knees. When I get my first full look at his cock—his long, very engorged cock—my eyes go wide. Oh. My. God.
One brow flicks up as he catches me staring. He takes himself in one hand and gives a slow stroke, then bends and grabs something from his pants. The very center of me pulses with urgency as I watch him roll on a condom. I’m so ready for this, I’m actually trembling. He moves to kiss me again, but I put a hand on his chest.
“I want you,” I say. “Right now.”
Otherwise, I might lose my nerve thanks to seeing the size of his package—and I’m too invested in going through with this. Clayton smiles and moves between my legs again.
“Open for me, lass.”
My leg muscles tense up even as I try to relax. He gently strokes my inner thighs, encouraging me to open wider. When I do, the fat tip of his cock presses against my slit. He’s so hard, so big, so powerful. He starts to push himself inside, ever so slowly.
“Ohh,” I whisper, my heart pounding. “Yes.”
God, this is really happening. Clayton kisses me and rubs my clit with his thumb as he slides his cock into me, farther, deeper, easing in so gently…and then there’s some resistance. I can’t help tensing up a little at the sudden sharp, burning ache between my legs. Clayton immediately goes still and looks down at me with a question in his eyes.
“Charlie?”
Shit. Can he tell? Whatever—I can’t let him stop. I don’t want him to stop. I’m a whirlwind of sensation and even with the pain, I want more.
“Don’t stop. Please,” I beg.
Lifting my hips, I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him as deep into me as I can, grinding against him to encourage him on. He hesitates briefly, but then seems to get the message. His mouth takes mine as he starts thrusting inside me, dredging up a burst of intense, hot pleasure that blots out the pain. I press my face into his shoulder and let the sensations wash over me, moaning softly as Clayton finds a rhythm. His movements are easy and relaxed, his pace measured as he rocks into me and continues fingering my clit.
God, this is good. I didn’t expect my first time to be like this at all. I expected awkwardness, fumbling, some amount of physical discomfort. Sex was something I’d both dreaded and looked forward to for years, mostly just wanting to get it over with and hoping it wouldn’t be too awful before I got the hang of it. But this…I never imagined this.
Clayton starts moaning with me, finally moving a little faster, swinging a little harder. Knowing that he’s getting off—thatI’mgetting him off—ratchets my lust up another notch.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, giving myself chills. “Fuck me, Clayton.”
“Aye.”
He rolls over onto his back, taking me with him so that now I’m on top. From this position, I can control how deep I let him in, how fast we go, and I take full advantage of it. Wrapping my hands tight around his biceps to steady myself, I ride him at my own pace, letting my breasts swing in his face, gasping a little as his mouth clamps over my nipple to bite it gently.
The pleasure seems to come from all directions, so I just close my eyes and give myself over to it. Letting the pleasure build and build, wave after wave, until it grows too huge to control. I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come. I can’t believe this is really happening. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me.
“Oh my God,” I moan, over and over. “Oh my God, oh my God,yes.”
I press my forehead against his, panting hard as my orgasm spills over me in shockwaves of toe-curling ecstasy. I think I’m screaming. Or dying. But in a good way.
Clayton steadies my hips with his firm hands and thrusts up into me with a few final harsh, jerking motions as he groans, his body trembling before he finally slows to a stop. I’m still clenching around him, riding out the flood of good feelings as long as I can.
It takes some time before I can open my eyes or breathe correctly. When I do, I find him looking at me. His handsome face is flushed, his eyes glowing. I play with the lock of hair over his temple. That was…incredible. There’s no other word for it.
“Damn,” I breathe with a smile.
“Damn is right.” He smiles back, a small dimple forming in his cheek.
