Bianca
When he pulls away, I still feel the sting of his lips on mine. I want more. So much more.
"How can it be that I want you so much?" he asks, sounding breathless.
I should be telling him to go. I shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but I am. Worst of all, I have been asking myself that same question.
He doesn't wait for me to reply. Instead, he nears me again and grabs me by the waist. He lifts me up, and instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist. He doesn't wait another moment to kiss me. I part my lips to receive his wet tongue. He stumbles backwards. His eyes are open. He is surveying the room. As soon as he spots the sofa in the corner, he heads there, without breaking our kiss. Our passionate breathing becomes more and more entangled.
We slump onto the couch, his body weight pressing against mine. I can feel his rock hard cock against my belly. He is kissing me without stopping, as if our lives depend on it. I feel a sudden rush of butterflies. Before this moment, I had innocent crushes on a few shifters, but I was never able to tell them how I felt. I never dared. Now, I realize that whatever it was I felt for them can't even be compared to what I feel now, this surge of heat and passion, and other emotions which I don't dare identify yet.
He spreads my legs, and I allow him. His fingers are soft, as I welcome them into my slick folds. He is playing with me, as if I'm the finest instrument and he knows how to play me to perfection. I feel a sudden overload of pleasure. It feels too much to bear. My entire body is shivering under his skillful touch. My own heartbeat is echoing inside my mind, at levels I never thought were possible for one's own heartbeat to be heard.
He suddenly pulls away and locks his gaze with mine. His lips are parted, glistening.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispers.
I am surprised at his ability to think in a moment such as this one. Also, I think every inch of my body is telling him that he's doing exactly what I want him to do.
"Don't stop," I manage to whisper back.
Instead of replying, he slides my panty slit to the side. I feel his fingers play with my wet folds. I've never felt anyone's touch there, but my own. I never thought it would feel better than when I did it. But I was wrong. So very wrong.
He is gentle and slow. His lips are on top of mine, as his fingers circle softly around my pussy lips and throbbing clit. I hear the wet sound as he slides it into me just a little, moving one inch at a time. I thought the sensation would be strange, unwelcome, but it's exactly the opposite. My pussy stretches to accommodate his finger, granting it access to my scorching hot wetness. When he slides his finger in more deeply, I gasp. The pain mixed with pleasure is the perfect combination. The thought of him putting his dick inside of me makes me shiver with need, with anticipation of what it will feel like.
I want more. As he slides into me a few more inches, I grind against his hand. It feels so good.
"That's it, baby girl," he murmurs, and the sound of his voice makes me even hotter. "I want to make you feel good."
He already is. Gently, he adds another finger, stretching me even further. I moan with pleasure. He is doing something to me, making me climb higher and higher, nearing an implosion, as if he's touching a place inside of me that is the core of my very being.
He pulls out his fingers, leaving a throbbing, needy emptiness there, while he continues to rub his thumb against my swollen clit. That wet sound becomes even louder. I pull my lips away from him, moaning softly and biting my lower lip.
Time slips away. One second becomes as long as a whole hour. My body reacts in ways I never thought was possible. He keeps rubbing my clit harder and harder, and suddenly, I explode. I bury my face into his neck, moaning softly. Heat explodes from somewhere deep inside my core. It surges through my entire body, leaving me completely spent.
He keeps caressing my pussy gently with the tips of his fingers, and something tells me we're not done yet. Not nearly done.
Then, he does something unimaginable. Something I never expected anyone would want to do. He brings his fingers to his lips and licks them, groaning softly.
"You taste divine," he tells me. I immediately blush, as if there is a source of fire burning from somewhere just underneath my skin. "Can I take you to bed?"
I nod, staring straight into his eyes. I point my index finger up. He understands. He picks me up into his arms, and takes me to my bedroom, with me leading the way. As he's carrying me, I can't take my eyes off of his scar. It's mesmerizing. It's a part of him, and I want to know all about it. I resist the temptation to go over it with the tips of my fingers, and instead, I keep my hands to myself.
He puts me gently on the bed, lifting himself up a little, as if to take a better look at me. He graces me with one of those special smiles. It makes me melt. Before I can savor that look on his face, he devours my mouth once more. Our tongues dance, twirling together, as he lies on top of me. I wrap my legs around him, as if I don't want him to go. I really don't.
We both kissed each other with intensifying heat. Our clothes fly off in a frenzy. His body is the body of a Greek god. I almost gasp at the sight of his chiseled chest, the way his muscles ripple as he reaches to slide my t-shirt over my head. Within seconds, we are both left naked and breathless. His cock is prodding against my belly. It feels enormous. I'm in awe whether it will fit, will it hurt… All those thoughts are swarming inside my mind, but they are quickly washed out with even more pleasure.
Both of us are completely naked, I pull him closer to me. His cock is now pressed against the entrance to my pussy. I feel heat emanating from him, which my own body returns. My pussy is so wet for him. I feel like I've been waiting my entire life for this moment, for him.
I want him now, but he seems to be taking his sweet time, tracing invisible lines on my body with his fingers, gently stroking me. His other arm is around my waist, keeping us close, almost inseparable. Finally, he slides his free arm underneath me, grabbing my ass and squeezing it tightly.
The tip of his cock is pressing against the entrance to my wet, throbbing pussy. My entire body has transformed into a sheer, throbbing need for him, and I can't wait for us to become one. He seems to anticipate my desire, and I'm not sure, but I feel like he knows this is my first time, even though I haven't mentioned it, I haven't revealed this to him in any way. Maybe he can somehow sense it?
Slowly, he thrusts forward. My pussy stretches with each inch of him pushing into me. The feeling is wonderful. It is beyond anything I could ever describe in mere words. I close my eyes, urging him silently to continue, to never stop. Once again, he seems to read my mind perfectly.
He goes in a bit deeper, then stops. There is a tingling sensation of pain mixed with so much pleasure, I'm not sure I can take much more of it. But I know he's only halfway in. I want all of him, even if it means becoming undone in the process. This feels like a dream, like a reverie, and I don't want to wake up, not until I am fully satiated. Only, I think once I have a taste of him, I will want him forever.
His cock dives into me deeper and deeper. His hips dig into me. Instead of laying still, I buck hard against him, desperate for more.
"You feel so fucking good…" he murmurs. His voice is deep and masculine, as his breath spills over my ear and my neck. I could listen to him tell me naughty things for hours, and never grow tired of it.
"Give me more…" I manage to muster, surprising both of us with my command.
He goes deeper into my velvety wetness. His body feels so hot against mine, as if we're both running a fever, burning up. His full weight is now slamming against me. I can feel my own wetness between my thighs.
My lips frantically find him, demanding more. We both lose control, as the riptide takes us somewhere we've never been before. His mouth soaks up my cries, my moans, as his manhood stretches me more and more, delving more deeply with each thrust.
I remember feeling content before, feeling pleasure, but this is beyond anything else I've ever experienced. I know that after this, I will never be the same. My body will never be the same. My mind and heart will never be the same. I don't want to even consider the possibility that this is a mistake. It feels too good to be a mistake. All I know for sure is this intense need to be in his arms, for him to make me his, for us to be one. There is nothing else I could possibly want at this moment.
Now, he is moving in more measured thrusts, deeper and following a rhythm. I keep moaning. The feeling is too intense. His strong arms enshroud me, keeping me protected and cherished, proving to me that, at least for these precious moments, I am his and he is mine.
His stomach grinds against my clit as he holds me tight, fucking me harder and harder. There is no more pain. Only pleasure. His cock glides out of me, then returns to give me more pleasure, even more intense than the previous time. My body reacts in the same way, quivering under his touch. I don't know if this is love or just infatuation. It doesn't matter. I'll think about that tomorrow, if I will be in any state to think about anything.
I cling on to him, like I'm clinging to my own life. He does the same. My pussy throbs, contracting around the base of his cock. I feel that I need to cum again. I am so close. I don't want him to stop… ever.
A few moments later, a most intense orgasm shoots right through me. My entire body feels as if I've been hit by a bolt of lightning. I am pure energy. Formless. Shapeless. Just existing to feel pleasure, nothing else. That is how I feel during those precious several moments, before I float down to earth again.
Immediately after, he pulls out and cums on my thigh, shaking his dick and pressing it against my bare skin. He groans loudly, closing his eyes, savoring the moment.
I don't know how long we stay like that, neither of us are willing to move. Moving would mean breaking the magic of the moment, returning to a reality which is confusing and needs to be untangled. I don't want to do any of that now. I don't want to ruin the sheer beauty of what just happened. I have no idea what will take place tomorrow, but I will think of it when the time comes.
He slides off of me and rolls onto the bed. We're both still breathing heavily, filled with raw emotion. We're both spent, both unable to say anything. As if there's anything to say, anything that won't ruin the moment.
So, I close my eyes, knowing well that when I open them in the morning, he will be gone. I don't want to think about that right now. I snuggle close to him, breathing in the scent of his body. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the soft rising and lowering, the still fast palpitations of his heart.
I don't know when I fell asleep. But when I opened my eyes, it was exactly how I expected it to be. I am alone in bed. For some reason, I still get up with a smile.