You want to go again?” His gaze captures mine, holding it in thrall as one of his own hands finds and settles on the soft slope of my left breast, feeling like a brand, the heat awakening nerve endings I didn’t even know existed before this very moment. My nipple tightens in silent response to the nearness of his hand, begging him to touch it. I bite my lip, trapping my rising moan in my throat.

I don’t know how to respond. I’m not used to this. Most girls have years to grow into their sexuality. Mine has almost been forced upon me – even if it was in the most delicious way. I’ve barely come to terms with what this all means. So how do I respond?

Jeremy seems to sense my indecision, and catches my face between his massive hands and kisses me. The delicious touch reaches all the way through me until it brushes against my soul.

I wind my arms around his neck, holding him close as his plundering tongue awakens nerve endings in my chest and makes my nipples harden and tingle.

I battle against the need to move, to squirm against him, concentrating instead on matching his kiss with one of my own.

His hands glide up and down my sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake and I shudder. My body arches toward Jeremy, eager to learn what else he has in store for it. For me. Craving the next step.

Jeremy steals another intense kiss that practically turns my bones to liquid. He smiles against my lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

The words are nice, but they’re not what I want right now. Eager to silence him, I deepen the kiss, burying my fingers in his hair. My tongue flicks against his, teasing it before I nip his bottom lip.

He rewards me with a deep, guttural groan, His hands settle at my waist, his grip tight as I press myself against him. I feel his cock continuing to swell and pulse against my thigh, indisputable proof that he’s as turned on as I am.

He tears his mouth from mine. Before I can protest the loss, he trails a string of kisses along my jaw and down my neck, pausing to explore my pounding pulse point and the hollow of my throat. Each touch of his lips against my skin brings nerve endings to life, and each of these newly discovered nerves seems share a direct connection with my pussy which spasms desperately as I writhe against his rock-hard body.

I’m drowning in wave after wave of heady sensations that I can’t begin to describe.

His mouth slides lower until he captures my right nipple between his teeth. My shoulders jerk on the couch while my fingers claw at his scalp.

My breast is so sensitive I can feel the corners of his mouth curve into a smile. “Easy,” he mutters. “Just relax. Let me take care of you. It’ll be better, this time.”

Easy for him to say. His body isn’t being assaulted by a flood of liquid heat that threatens to sweep it under.

His left hand slides lower, nudging my shaking thighs apart. Before I can guess his intent, he brushes his fingers, his touch featherlight, between my legs, testing the dampness that’s been pooling there since before he first kissed me.

My hips jerk and buck against his hand even as my thighs fall apart, granting him better access.

Jeremy’s mouth moves to my left nipple as his fingers continue exploring the sensitive flesh between my thighs, gently prodding and testing, each brush of his fingertip against my skin increasing the tension building inside of me. A deep pulsing rhythm takes over my body. I have no choice but to lay back and follow its beat.

He takes my nipple between his teeth, sucking and pulling at it while his fingers find my very center, setting off a mini-explosion.

I squeeze my eyes closed and gasp. “Oh my God.”

Jeremy’s free hand comes up and toys with my right nipple while his left hand keeps me balanced on the edge of a precipice I don’t fully understand.

The pulsing rhythm grows stronger. It vibrates throughout my entire body, so strong, so demanding, I can’t think of anything else.

I’m so caught up in the various sensations rolling through my body, I barely notice Jeremy changing positions until the head of his enormous member bumps against my opening. I tense. My eyes fly open, meeting his. He soothes me with a kiss, and a murmured nothing;

My fingers dig into the thick muscles roping his upper arms. One of Jeremy’s hands rests on my lower belly, dipping lower, finding my secret nub and rolling it between his fingers, sending a fresh wave of liquid fire rolling through me.

I yell, the words a jumble of unintelligible nonsense, and arch my back.

Jeremy uses the opportunity to enter me in one long, smooth thrust.

He rains kisses, some sweet, some hot and demanding, on my chest while I breathe deeply and try to adjust to the feel of his shaft against my inner walls. I’m still sore, but I don’t want him to stop…

Gradually, the slight discomfort fades and my hips roll in a slow figure eight, taking him even deeper within me. Pleasure rockets through me. I bite down on Jeremy’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to stifle my moan.

It’s all he needs to start moving. He slowly thrusts in and out of me, starting out slowly but quickly gaining speed and power as my body undulates around his shaft, welcoming the friction. My moans drive him onto a faster pace. I’m lost in a world where the only thing that matters is my ability to feel all the wonderful things he’s doing to my body. It’s both exhilarating and a little frightening.

My body screams for more.

His fingers slip between my legs, once again touching my nub, but this time it’s too much and my body shatters while my inner walls clamp down on him.

I scream as one wave of ecstasy after another crash through me. I’m powerless to fight them and wouldn’t even if I could. They’re like nothing I ever imagined – before him.

“Good girl,” Jeremy cries, even as his muscles bunch and his face tightens. He thrusts deep and then stills, just for a moment, before his back arches and he empties himself into me.

Aftershocks continue rocking my body as he collapses on top of me, burying his face in my shoulder.

He should be crushing me, but he’s not. In fact, I welcome his weight and find the continued contact soothing. I stroke his back as I wait for my body to cool down and for coherent thought to return.