“Now my pants.”
Her brow cocks. “Are you getting off on bossing me around?”
“I… uh—”
She giggles. “I’m kidding, Carter. It’s sexy.” She sits up, puts her hand on my chest, and pushes me down onto the bed. “You’re not the only one who wants to do things that have never been done.”
With that, she removes my pants and boxer briefs, then grips my erection. Before I can wrap my head fully around what she said, her mouth is gliding up and down my dick.
A question looms in my head. Does she mean thingswe’venever done? Or thingsshe’snever done? As in, is this the first blow job she’s ever given? Or simply the first one she’s givenme?
Sooooowanting it to be the former, my head falls back onto the pillow as I enjoy the seal of her lips. The swirl of her tongue. The tickle of her fingers.
Blow jobs are great. Amazing even. But while hot, they lack the intimate, engaging, shared experience of full-on sex. To me, they’re like the opening band. The show before the headliner. The JV to the varsity. Never should they be the main attraction.
I begin to change my tune, however, when her selfless act has me reeling, spinning, falling, and I come gloriously apart under her ministrations in such a powerful way I could swear I see God. Andthisis heaven.
“Wow.” It’s the one and only word I can get out.
She scoots up next to me. “So it was… okay?”
I blow out a long, controlled breath. “Jesus, Kenna. It was more than okay. It was the best.”
Her triumphant smile all but confirms my previous suspicion, and suddenly, I feel ten feet tall.
I grip her hand. “As soon as I can move, I promise to return the favor.”
She giggles and snuggles into my shoulder. And this. This right here. Her in my bed. By my side. It’s the only thing I need for the rest of my goddamn life.
Her breath caresses my neck as her fingers casually graze my chest. It only takes a few minutes of this to recharge my battery. After I make good on my promise—hoping she too saw the Almighty Lord—I flip her over onto her stomach, pull her hips to mine, and enter her from behind. She perches herself on a pillow and pushes back against me, thrust for thrust. Our bodies slap together, a cacophony of slippery sounds coming from the very place we’re joined. It’s sexy as all hell.
Wanting to prolong this experience—and have her all the other ways I’ve dreamed of as I strive to figure out which position is best for her—I pull out. She groans greedily when I don’t immediately push back inside. I grin, flip her onto her back, and drape her legs over my shoulders. My ass on my heels and my thighs supporting her lower back, I pump into her a dozen times as my thumb works over her clit. She moans heavily. She likes this one. I take it a step further and pull one of her legs across my torso and drape it across my opposite hip. Our legs are tangled like a pretzel, and I really like this position. We enjoy the depth and angle of doggy style while still maintaining eye contact.
Still, I need more.
I sit up, pulling her with me to the edge of the bed. Planting my feet on the floor, I guide her until we’re face-to-face and she’s straddling me. She sinks down onto me, and we’re eye-to-eye, gazing deep into each other, a breath stroking each other’s bodies in synchronous rhythm.
“My turn,” she whispers into my ear right before she pushes me back onto the bed.
I like the look and feel of her on top of me, so I scoot back, bringing her with me, still connected, until I’m fully lying down. She hovers over me, gazing down into my eyes as she takes the reins and begins sliding up and down along my shaft.
Fuuuuck me. I don’t know about her, but this is my favorite position. This isn’t the first time I’ve done it this way. But it might as well be, because it’s never felt like this before.Ever.
Both of us building and getting to the point of no return, she rides me like her life depends on it. Her hips buck. She slams against me over and over. Knowing how close she is, I strive to heighten her experience. I knead her breasts. Pinch her nipples. Run circles on her clit with my thumb.
She pants and grunts and mewls and utters the sexiest fucking sounds as her walls squeeze my dick hard and then pulsate against me.
“Jesus… Kenna… fuck…” My hands fly to her hips and my fingers dig into her flesh as she draws out the last of my spectacular orgasm.
She collapses down onto my chest, and I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me. We lie like this for minutes, our breathing evening out.
Rolling off me, our bodies part with a telltale noise and I stiffen as I glance down at my glistening bare cock.
“Ah, shit.”
“What is it?”
“Kenna, I’m sorry. I didn’t use a condom.”
