way he’s kissing me I think he’s feeling the same thing. His lips are soft yet hard, kissing me roughly and passionately. For a moment the clothes stay on and we remain in that position, kissing each other like the other is going away. But we’re not going away. We’re finally where we want to be.
I inch my fingers under his dirty white t-shirt, struggling to get it over his head with him on his back. Once it’s gone I run my hands over his body. He hasn’t shaved his chest and there’s a thin layer of fur over it. The silky hairs caress my lips when I kiss him there. The salt on his skin makes my mouth water. He tastes so good I keep going, licking down his chest to his abs.
Beneath me Kent groans.
I slide my tongue over his abs, into his belly button, and along his happy trail. He reaches up and smears the wet trail I left all over his chest, as if there isn’t enough of me on his body.
“Rain,” he moans, as if I’m killing him.
This time I know I am.
I reach for the waistband on his ripped pajamas and he’s up immediately so I can slide them off. I grip him softly in my hand, eager to feel him. Then I put him into my mouth. Beneath me Kent grips the sheets. I suck him hard, putting as much of him as I can into my mouth. I’m mindful of my teeth and curl my lip over them, pulling his thickness inside over and over again. The taste of him has me aching.
“Don’t come,” I warn.
He growls in response.
“Come and I’ll stop. Do you want me to stop?”
He laughs in disbelief. “Never.”
“Then don’t come. Save it for me.”
I torture him a few more minutes, my own fire near dangerous levels. When I can’t take anymore, and Kent is begging me again, I get up and go to his dresser.
“Hurry, Rain.”
I kick my bottoms off along the way and reach up to unclasp my bra. My panties are the only thing on and I don’t have it in me to see if they’re sexy. I grab the box of condoms. Both are open. There’s one left in one box and five in the other. I can’t remember which is ours and which is the couch’s.
“They’re just condoms. Pick one and fuck me.”
Pig.
I pick a box and extract a condom. Kent’s mine now. It doesn’t matter which one we use as long as he uses it on me. I slide my panties down my legs with one hand and then crawl to him on the bed. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve watched him. I rip the packet open with my teeth. I roll the latex material over him, pinching the tip the way he’s done. He watches without giving me any help.
“Is that good?”
“That’s damn good.” He reaches down to inspect.
Watching him touch himself is such a turn on.
“I want you on top so I can see your face. I’ve missed it.”
One look into his eyes and my fears and insecurities are banished. I crawl over him and he takes both of my hands in his, pressing our palms together and wrapping our fingers around each other. We’re connected. I have no choice but to find him by feel. I move my body around until my entrance connects with the tip of him. I stay that way, warming myself up before I begin to slowly fill myself with him. It’s been a while. I’m tender, but the pain somehow feels worth it. I’m earning this pleasure I worked so hard for, this deeply satisfying pleasure. I move my hips over him in a circle, and then up and down, learning which way I like most. I want to touch him but he holds my hands prisoner, looking into my eyes with an unfathomable amount of emotion in them.
He pulls me in so my chest is pressed against his and then imprisons me by locking his arms behind my back. Then he starts to lift his hips, pressing himself inside of me so deeply I can’t feel anything else but him. The sensation fills my head with a haze. My legs are spread wide on top of him and he thrusts into me fast and hard, making sure I know where he is and where he’s staying. His groans of pleasure mix with mine, creating a sound that makes me impossibly hotter. I