Julia

“Holy shit,” Aaron mumbles, as I slowly tease open the coat to reveal a strip of naked skin that runs down to my navel. It took all my nerve and willpower to walk out my door like this, and the look on his face is worth it.

I’m still blushing, and hoping he’s too captivated by the view to notice.

“You...were...really committed to this idea,” he murmurs in a tone of delighted shock.

I have to press my lips together to keep from giggling. Deep breath. “Um. Well, yeah.

“I barely know anything about this sort of thing, but I thought I could get your attention by being a little...creative.” Because otherwise, what would a man with so much more sexual experience than me want with a boring virgin who knows nothing?

He looks up at my face—and chuckles warmly, shaking his head. “You’re blushing like crazy, baby.”

“Yeah, well,” I say a little more seriously, “if I have to go out of my comfort zone to catch your attention, it’s worth it.”

He swallows. “You’ve got all my attention. Always have.”

I nod, feeling some of my embarrassment fade. “Good, because if it’d been five degrees colder then I would have frozen my tits off.”

“Oh God, no, none of that. I don’t want anything bad happening to your tits or any other part of you.” He punctuates his words with fervent kisses between the two parts we’d just been discussing, for emphasis.

My knees get wobbly at once. Oh boy.

It must have taken a lot of strength for him to pull back from what I hope will become his favorite pillows. But he looks up at me again, and says, “Wait...are you using sex to convince me to stay here? Kind of sinful, isn’t it?” Half amused, half dubious.

“I’m here because I love you, and you make me weak in the knees, you big dope.” I bend forward to kiss his forehead and he groans as my cleavage ends up in his face. “I really want more than sex out of this, and I think you do too.”

“I do,” he mumbles. “I’m crazy for you. I’ll blow my savings on a ring tomorrow if you want.”

“Don’t you dare! I don’t want anything that fancy.” My heart is absolutely singing, and from the way he’s practically vibrating out of his clothes, I suspect it’s the same for him.

I do pause a moment, though. “Wait. Are you just saying that because my boobs are in your face?”

“Not just,” he says dreamily, his voice rather muffled.

“Okay, just checking.”

Then he gets back to kissing me there, and his hands slide the coat all the way off of my shoulders, dropping it to the floor. I gasp, and he holds me steady as my knees wobble. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and focus on staying upright while he runs his mouth all over my bare skin.

His breath is warm, his unshaven chin a little scratchy, and his lips softer than I expected. Now and again, the hot dart of his tongue seeks me out as he holds me—at all my pulse points, the hollow of my throat, every bit of my breasts, before finally focusing on the edges of one and circling inward. I start to pant and whimper through my closed lips.

His mouth closes over my nipple, and I let out a sharp cry. My hands cling to his shoulders as he pushes forward, sucking in long strokes. The sensation leaves me drugged in moments—I’m tingling all over, moaning in time with his pulls as my vulva starts to ache with need.

It feels incredible...better than any of my imaginings. Somehow, it starts to feel even better every second, as I become more turned on than I have ever been in my life. My cries of pleasure fill the small space shamelessly, and I can tell it turns him on—he shudders every time I moan, and he eventually responds to each one with a low grunt of pleasure.

He changes nipples every once in a while, teasing me into a frenzy. Eventually my legs start shaking, and the thermals I’m wearing on my lower body feel like they’re smothering me. I croon wordlessly, not able to form words while his mouth remains on me.

He holds me firmly, and I sway and cling to him and make noises. I’ve lost the ability to do much more. My heart pounds in my ears, and every shift of his lips against my nipple sends fresh electric jolts of bliss through me.

If I had known it would be this good, I would have chased him down topless well before now, I manage to think. He sucks harder, nibbling and licking in between long pulls, and suddenly I can’t even think. I rock against him, my whole mind overwhelmed by sensation.

I manage to step out of my boots and kick them away, glad to be rid of them—wishing I could be rid of everything. I want his hands all over me. But when I let go of him to try to shuck my thermals off, my legs almost give out.

He grabs me by the hips...and then runs his hands down over the globes of my ass, caressing and kneading them through the fabric before pushing the thermals off and doing the same to my bare skin. The cool air blows against my dripping, aching sex, but does nothing to lessen the heat there.

His rough hand slides smoothly around to cup my vulva while the other grips my ass to steady me, and his fingers tease against the insides of my thighs. No one has ever touched me there, and for a moment, even though it’s him, and I’m practically in ecstasy already, I almost freeze up.

It’s too much. But I breathe deep and whimper my way through it as he starts to rub and knead my whole mound at once. He does it gently and softly at first, then more roughly, dipping his fingers in between my lower lips and stroking them up and down.

My eyes roll in their sockets uncontrollably as powerful jolts of pleasure run through me with every stroke of his fingers. He finds a rhythm quickly, and though his touch is delicate, he will not let me go.

I unsnap his vest impatiently and start unbuttoning his shirt. My hands shake; I fumble clumsily, sometimes having to stop just to hang onto him. Finally he stops caressing and suckling me, leaving me standing there trembling and staring down at him in shock.

He smiles lazily, his eyes burning, and shrugs out of his vest and shirt, then strips off his thermal underneath and tosses them both aside. I look down at him, his barrel chest and burly arms tattooed with bluish ink, and the thin, curving scar that runs along his side. I have to squash the sudden impulse to lean down and kiss it better.

Then I catch sight of him unbuckling his belt, and suddenly that has all my attention.

His belly flexes as he sits forward and shucks the leather jeans and thermals off with one firm shove. His cock springs up against his scarred belly and I stare at it for a moment, a little shocked. I guess every part of him is huge, I think through a haze of lust.

“I won’t hurt you, baby,” he promises, coaxing me forward onto his broad thighs. I clamber onto him, sitting high, not sure what to do next. His cock brushes against my belly, and I feel that ache deep in my vulva again.

He starts to caress me between my legs, and this time he slowly dips the tip of his finger into me, getting it slick with my juices as he watches my face for my response. I whimper, gasp and squirm, wanting more, and let out a little moan of disappointment when he draws his finger out again.

He starts stroking my clit again in that same way, softly, but without ever letting up, and my back arches as I push my hips forward. He moves slightly, and as I lift up on my knees with my legs on the couch on either side of him, I feel the head of his cock pushing at my opening.

For just a moment, I don’t know if I can handle this, and I hesitate. But then I smile to myself. Of course I can. It’s new...but I’m driving, and the sight of him shaking and panting under me as I roll my hips to start taking him in makes me bold.

“Unh!” He shudders as I sink down on him, head lolling, and I feel a rush of power as I bear down. It hurts...but only for a moment as my unaccustomed body takes him in. Then the pressure on my walls, feeling him stretching me, rubbing against sensitive spots inside me, starts intensifying the pleasure of his caresses.

I straddle him, arms around him, and kiss him. He groans into my mouth as I rock my hips experimentally. His eyes are glazed. I can do anything I want to him right now, and he’ll probably beg for more.

We move together while he continues to stimulate me, his hand tireless between my thighs while I moan and roll my hips unconsciously around him. “Oh that’s so good, baby,” he purrs in my ear. “Harder?”

“Yes,” I whimper, and he starts lifting his hips against me more roughly, grunting softly with the effort. His hand moves steadily in time with his thrusts, and he bears down just a little more, leaving me gasping with pleasure and grinding against his hand.

He pushes his cock into me again and again; the pain dissolves, and my muscles start to tighten around him as my whole body tingles with pleasure. I can hear myself moaning and crying out for more, and he pants through his teeth before leaning me back so he can fasten his mouth onto one of my nipples again.

The triple sensation leaves me sobbing uncontrollably with joy. Something’s coming. Each stroke of his finger, suck of his mouth, and thrust of his cock feels better, and better, and better...

He stops.

I cry out in protest and squirm against him, but he just smiles and grabs me by the hips before lifting me and standing up. Still inside of me, he kisses me, and then starts walking us slowly toward his bed. We kiss the whole way.

He starts panting again partway there, and pushes me against the wall, bracing me against it while he thrusts in roughly. His surging cock stokes the flame again. I hang on for dear life, stunned by how primal it is, and my breathing fragments into tiny, desperate sips of air.

I feel my body tensing deliciously...and then he stops again.

“You’re torturing me,” I moan. I can’t stand it.

I don’t know what it feels like to cum. I’m a little scared of the power of all these feelings. I just know that if I don’t relieve the sweet, agonizing tension in my body soon, I’m going to start crying.

Finally, we reach the bed. He settles on the edge then leans me back again, and starts rolling his hips under me as he starts stimulating me once more. “Don’t stop this time,” I whimper. “Please...please...”

“Of course, baby.” His voice is hoarse and full of tenderness, even as he fucks my brains out.

He thrusts and strokes, his mouth at the pulse in my throat, our bodies straining against each other as that wonderful tension builds up in me again. I’m gasping for air. Little cries and whimpers explode from me and grow into a strained crescendo as the pleasure swells between my thighs.

I’m almost there—

And then it comes—and I lose my mind for long, exquisite moments.

I throw my head back and let out a long wail of pleasure as ecstasy rips through me in waves. I grind against his cock, feeling my muscles clench around it, intensifying the pleasure and satisfying the hungry ache inside of me.

Still feverish, I look down; he’s fallen back, eyes closed, lips parted, his hips lifting under me with desperation now. I smile dizzily and start to ride him despite my sudden exhaustion, circling and bucking my hips.

“Oh! Oh baby—!” he shouts, and then grabs my hips and starts thrusting upward into me hard while I ride him with everything I have left.

I watch his face, heart full of love and desire, as his eyes widen and then squeeze closed. His lips part—and then he starts to shout.

They’re just little bursts of sound at first, coming every time his cock sinks into me. But then they grow louder, longer, hoarser, even as my body starts to clench around him again. I groan through my teeth and watch him as he tenses, and his hips practically lift me off the bed.

Then his voice rises in a roar, and he thrusts deep a last time, his cock twitching and spilling heat inside of me.

He collapses back onto the bed gasping for air, as I wobble over him, my muscles going slack. He catches me and pulls me into his arms. I lie on his heaving chest...and feel every problem in the world drift wonderfully away.