She undoes my jeans and pulls them down, boxers too, and my dick springs out. I’m so hard I think I might actually pass out from the decreased blood flow in the rest of my body. She grins, stroking me with her fingers.
“Wow. You’re so much bigger than I expected.” She says it with this hungry look in her eyes, like she’s actually impressed.
“S-stop doing that.” My voice comes out all shaky, like maybe I’m about to cry from how good it feels. “It’s… a lot.” But I don’t want her to stop, not really, I just don’t want to embarrass myself by coming too fast.
She laughs, and I feel it all the way through me. “I told you, it’s hot that you’re so turned on you can hardly control yourself.” She doesn’t even give me a second to recover before she leans in and takes my cock in her mouth.
I almost black out from how good it feels. Her mouth is so welcoming, wet, and soft. She slides her lips down until she’s taking me all the way in. Her tongue moves in slow circles andthe feeling is so intense I have to grab the sheets with both hands just to stay on the bed and not buck myself off.
She goes harder, faster, and I can’t hold back. I grab her hair, trying to warn her I’m about to lose it. But she keeps going, like she wants it, like she craves every bit of me and doesn’t care how out of control I am.
I’ve never felt so wanted and I don’t know what to do with the feeling.
She moans around my cock and the sound is so hot my whole body tenses, and I come so hard my vision whites out. She doesn’t release me. She just swallows and keeps sucking until I’m shaking and gasping, and the only thing tethering me to reality is her hands on my thighs and her mouth on my length.
She finally lets me go, wipes the corner of her mouth, and looks up at me with this wicked, satisfied grin. I’ve never seen her look like that, like she’s proud of herself for blowing my mind (literally). My heart is pounding so hard I might die. I just came, yet I still can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe I’m here with her, and this is actually my life.
I want to say something. Thank you? You’re incredible? I’ve been obsessed with you forever and I’d let you ruin me every night for the rest of my life?
None of those seem right for the moment.
Instead of speaking, I pull her up and kiss her as passionately as I can, hoping I’m not being sloppy since I’m new to this. She makes a surprised sound and melts against me, tasting like strawberries. I want to taste her for the rest of my life. I want her mouth. I want all of her. I press her back onto the bed and her hair fans out like a golden halo.
I climb over her, hands on either side of her head, and kiss her again, softer, slower, then rougher because I can’t help it. I want to touch every inch. I want to memorize her skin, her scent, the way she shivers when I run my hands down her body.
My hand slips under her skirt. She’s wearing lacy panties, and when I rub her between her legs she moans against my mouth. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I get bolder, slipping my hand underneath the lace, and she’s so wet and soft it makes me groan. I’m already hard again, somehow, desperate to be inside her, but I want to make her feel good first. I want her to fall apart for me.
I find her clit (God, I hope it’s her clit) and rub circles, and she starts shaking, gasping, and digging her nails into my shoulders. I press two fingers through her opening. Fingering her is the most intense thing I’ve ever done. She breaks the kiss, throws her head back, and moans loud enough the entire dorm could probably hear.
She’s gorgeous. She’s golden. And she’s mine.
She blinks at me, a little dazed. “Thought you said this was your first time?”
I don’t answer. I just start kissing her again, taking my time, moving down her neck, over her collarbone, down the soft fullness of her chest. I want to memorize every inch. I want to burn her into my brain so even if I live to be a hundred, I’ll still remember the way she feels under me tonight.
She shivers when I kiss her breasts. I suck one, then the other, and she arches into me. I keep going down. Over her ribs, her stomach, the hollow just above her hips.
She tenses, like she’s not sure what to do with all this attention. “W-what are you doing?” Her voice is a whisper, almost nervous.
I look up, not letting go of her hips. “I want to know every inch of your body.”
She blushes so hard I can see the red even in the gold light. “God, Aeron. You’re intense.”
I don’t care if it’s too much; I guess I am an intense guy.
So I keep going. Kissing lower, over her hips, then between her legs. The lace is damp, and when I kiss her through her panties, she gasps and grabs my hair. I kiss her there, slow and gentle, just the way I think she’d like it. Then down her thighs, knees, ankles, all the way to her toes. I want her to feel worshipped. I want her to know she’severythingto me.
Then I move back up, kissing everywhere I can reach. Up her legs, over her knees, thighs, hips, stomach, chest, neck. Back to her mouth, because I need to taste her again.
She’s given me so much already. Not just tonight, but all those years of glances, small smiles, and letting me sit next to her, bringing me things. She made me feel seen, even when I didn’t deserve it. I want to give all of that back to her. I want to make her feel as good as she’s made me feel, every day, for years.
I break the kiss. “You said you like it rough?”
She smirks, like she expects me to be clueless. “Yeah. But you’re a sweet boy, I don’t expect?—”
I flip her onto her stomach before she can finish. The motion shocks her and she gasps, but she doesn’t try to move away. I yank her skirt down, then her panties, not gentle at all. Her ass is round and so perfect that I give one cheek a little nip.
