Holy Diver (Steel)
What’s that supposed to mean? She’s never hooked up with a stranger? Or… fuck.
“You mean you’ve never had sex?”
Emily bites her lip and shakes her head. My hand involuntarily goes to my hair and scratches it. No, no. This isn’t what I wanted.
I mean, it’s not like I haven’t fucked shitloads of virgins over the years, but not Emily. She’s different. I’ve never actually sat and talked with anyone like that before. Everyone always bores me after the first sentence.
I can’t be her first. It should be special for her, not with someone like me.
She looks scared or awkward or something, and I feel bad for letting her stand there like that. I press my body against hers and draw her against me. She wraps her arms around me, and I can feel the length of them trembling.
Fuck, I’d planned to nail her up against the wall with her long legs wrapped around my waist.
“I thought you’d had a boyfriend.”
“I did, but it was in high school. This is a small town, you don’t sleep with anybody unless you want everyone and your grandma to know.” Her face is buried against me, she can’t even look me in the eye when she talks. I give her a reassuring squeeze.
“And you’re sure you want to be here now?” Please fucking say yes, I need to taste her.
“That’s why I’m here,” she says, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. “I may not have gone all the way, but it’s not like I’ve never given a blow job.”
“Did the whole town know that?”
“Maybe, I don’t know. Connor used to say I was really good at it. He probably bragged to all his friends.”
Hearing her talk about blow jobs makes my dick rock hard. I dig it into her, and she gasps. Can she handle the sight of the monster cock in my pants?
I slide my hand up her back until I have a fist full of her hair. Pulling it out of my way, I kiss the sweet spot of her neck. Emily’s shoulders hunch for a second, but I keep kissing her neck. Near the base of it, up the side to her earlobe and around the back.
She can’t move her head, because I’m holding it in place by her hair. Her breathing is getting heavier. I love the soft flesh of a woman’s neck. It gets them good and ready for when I move down. Hell, sometimes I don’t even have to move anywhere before they’re screaming my name.
Emily gasps. Her breathing’s going crazy but she’s shaking. There’s no way she’s cold in here, it’s hot in here.
I put my lips to her ear, and in a low voice I say, “I’m going to make your body twist and turn so bad, you won’t know which way is up.”
Her hands squeeze even tighter on my arms, and she moans. It’s a beautiful fucking sound, but I want to hear it go so high pitched that she sounds like she’s been sucking on helium.
“But just to make this clear,” I continue, “I ain’t fucking you.”
Her heavy breathing stops. I know she’s confused, but I don’t feel the need to explain myself.
“Don’t worry, Goldie, I’m still going to give you the night of your life.”
“Why?” she asks, her voice a mere whisper.
I sink my teeth into her neck and suck, silencing her. Distracting her. I kiss and nibble at a few more places, until she’s nice and consumed with lust.
Releasing her and taking a step back, I say, “You have five seconds to get that dress off before I rip it off you.”
Her eyes are heavy with want. I’m positive her panties are soaked by now. She fumbles to undo the dress with her trembling hands. I’d rip the damn thing off her right now if it didn’t look so expensive.
After a few seconds, she gets it off. I grab it from her hands and toss it in the corner behind me.
“Step back,” I say, motioning with my head.
I like to enjoy the sight of a beautiful woman right before I ravage her. And Emily’s about the best sight I’ve ever seen.
While my eyes rake up and down her perfect body, her trembling has increased and she looks at her feet. Her bra and panties match, and look just as expensive as her dress. The material is thin and shiny. Shit, they’re covered in pink bows. No way am I getting my dick out, she’s far too sweet.
“Bra,” I say.
Without looking up or saying anything, her hands go to her back and she undoes her bra. She puts her arms back to her sides, and it falls at her feet. Not that I’m looking where it fell, my eyes are staring straight at her tits. My tongue rubs against the top of my mouth, itching to get on those nipples.
I reach out and grab her waist, bend down and take one of the nipples in my mouth. When it hardens, I move to the other nipple.
In one quick movement, I hook my finger in her panties, rip them off and drop to my knees.
While inhaling her rosy scent, I reach my hands around and grab her firm ass.
I start to kiss her again, just like I did with her neck only this time across the bottom of her belly, the tops of her thighs and the fleshy hollow between her thighs and pussy.
Emily’s trembling changes into a gentle rocking of her hips. Her body is begging me. I’m about to blow her mind. But like I said, I’m not fucking her. I mean it. No matter how bad I want to bury my cock in her. Doesn’t matter anyway. What I’m about to do to her will make her remember me forever.
I push her down onto the narrow bed. The bed’s short, so I kneel on the floor and pull her ass to the side of the bed. I spread her legs, pinning them apart with my hands. Even in the dim light, I can see the glistening of her lips.
My tongue darts out to lick her lips, a quick taste of things to come. My dick is so hard, it hurts like hell. It’s screaming to have her lips wrapped around it, no matter if she’s ready for it or not.
But first, I need to properly taste her.
To tease her a little longer, I lick and nip all around her peach of a mound. Emily’s hips are still moving, still begging me. Their need increases, holding them a little higher with each rock, slowing and speeding her pace in reaction to my own.
Finally, I put her out of her misery. I brush my lips across her mound, flicking my tongue out as I go. Her body wiggles and she’s moaning already. How’s she going to react when I really start?
Leaving my hands pressing on her thighs, I start with my tongue. I explore every bit of her folds and her entrance before finally focusing on her clit. After I caress all around it, I flick it.
“God,” she moans.
I latch my lips around it, and suck it in pulses while her moaning gets more and more frantic. No doubt about it, every carny in the camp can hear her now.
The sounds coming from her are the sexiest fucking noises I’ve ever heard. Her body is reacting so perfectly to me that my dick has never hurt so much in my life. It’s begging me to undo my jeans at least, but I won’t. Instead I grind it against the side of the bed.
Without waiting any longer, I plunge two thick fingers into her slick entrance. Her juices coat my fingers as I pump my fingers in her. Her moaning is driving me wild, and I pump harder and faster. My cock screams as I grind it against the bed.
I get rougher, scissoring my thick fingers in her. I feel something, she flinches, and the moaning stops. Shit, did I just break her hymen or something?
I take my fingers out and focus on her clit with my mouth. Holding my fingers in front of my face while I suck, I squint in the dim light to see if there’s any blood. There is. This is my pussy.
That fact surges more blood to my cock and I think I’m going to bust right through my jeans. Holy fuck, this is intense.
Emily starts moaning and moving her hips again. Being more gentle, I slide one finger back into her entrance and find her g-spot. I push against it gently while my tongue plays with her clit. I’m so caught up in how I’m making her feel that I keep grinding against the side of the bed.
Her moans get higher in pitch but breathier. The way she’s responding to me is incredible. She’s close, and so am I. The muscles in my back tense in anticipation of it.
And then it happens. Her whole body twists, her legs wrap tight around my head, and her pussy spasms around my finger.
“Steel!” Emily screams.
Fuuuck. A massive shudder courses through my body. I growl into her pussy and blow my load in my jeans. Sweet Jesus. How did she do that to me? How?