Chapter Three
She was so wet. He pressed the length of his penis along her slit, moving his hips back and forth, enjoying the heat and the wide-eyed look she gave him. He’d been told he was bigger than average, was he scaring her? “Julia, is everything okay?”
Her grin reassured him. “More than okay, it’s wonderful.” She bent to give him a quick kiss.
“Slide forward.” He put his hands under her ass cheeks, guiding her up his chest until her pussy was right in front of his face. She smelled so good, and he inhaled deeply, drawing the perfume that was Julia into his chest. If ever there was a woman he wanted to taste, it was her; and he brought her to his mouth, reaching out to lap up the juices that ran freely from her soft folds. He could hear her short pants as he teased, and when he sucked right on her clitoris, she squealed. She was so responsive, he wanted to make her come over and over just for the pleasure of listening to her.
“Mark, I want…”
What did she want? His long slow licks were apparently rendering her incoherent.
”Isn’t there something I can do for you? His prick twitched in response to her incredibly sexy voice.
“I think so.” He waited to see what she had in mind, his breathing growing ragged when she turned, facing away from him and wrapping one silken hand around the base of his rigid staff. He was only human and the things he’d been doing to her had been making him hotter and harder by the minute. Her little hand was almost too much, and he tried to distract himself. Although the view of her neatly shaved, almost hairless pussy was not helping to distract him at all. He shuddered and buried his face in her once again, wallowing in the scents and the sounds she made when his tongue stroked directly on her swollen clit. A squeal from the back of her throat vibrated her mouth over his penis and told him more about her state than almost anything else.
He continued to lap up her juices, but he struggled to concentrate because she had moved her hand to his balls and stroked them, and her lips covered the head of his cock, slipping down over its length, so slowly, getting even for his little nipple game, he supposed. It was torture, as each fraction of an inch of skin was covered by her hot little mouth. Not moving back and forth, almost no motion at all, just a slow engulfing of his prick. He almost stopped breathing when he felt its engorged head touch the back of her throat.
And she stayed like that, for long seconds. The woman was a witch, her cock-sucking technique different than any he’d ever felt before. Just as he thought he might explode right there, she moved, sliding back up so that only the head was in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it in slow circles.
He wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her right against his face, and began to lick in earnest, fast strokes from front, all the way to her sweet little ass. Fast so that she would speed up, maybe meet his rhythm and ease the torment he felt. So she would pick up on his cue and they could reach their peaks together. He wanted to shoot his load down that beautiful throat, and he bucked his hips. But nothing he did made her change her slow, maddening rhythm.
He turned his head to the side. “Julia, faster, please, I can’t stand it. Suck my cock, come on, baby. Ah, hell.” He couldn’t wait any longer to fuck that beautiful pussy. “Come here.” He flopped her beside him on the bed and turned her around so they were lying side by side.
“Come on, Julia.” He pushed her legs apart and slipped one finger into her sopping pussy, then two. “You’re so ready for me, baby. I’m gonna fuck your brains out. You’ll like that, won’t you, baby? Tell me you want me to fuck you.” He grabbed for a foil packet on the bedside table and tore it open with his teeth, rolling the condom onto his rigid staff.
Her voice broke on a sob, but she said, “I do, I want to feel you inside me, go ahead, fuck my brains out. It’s why we’re here, after all.”
The very tiny part of his brain that wasn’t completely controlled by his lust registered that her comment was an odd thing to say, but it was, after all, a miniscule part of his personality. The rest was tied up in the getting his penis inside that welcoming snatch. He propped himself up on his arms, looking down at her intent face, eyes closed again.
“Open your eyes, beautiful. I want to watch your face while I fuck you. Come, on, Julia…Julia are you okay?”
***
She was more than okay. She was completely blown away by the whole experience. But she was a little scared as she felt the large, bulbous head of his penis brush against her entrance. He murmured nonsense syllables against her neck and she opened her eyes as he moved his head back. He wanted to watch her face, and she wasn’t sure she was a good enough actress to hide her fear and anticipation of an act that had taken long enough to arrive.
She felt her channel stretching as he pushed in, pushing against that barrier that he didn’t know was there. But she did and she felt a sharp pain and gasped as he pushed through the bit of skin that blocked him from fully entering her. He held her gaze with his golden, amber cat’s eyes, and Julia was hypnotized. The pain passed, replaced by a sharp wash of pleasure, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs, and her arms around his neck, holding on for the ride of her life. She held her eyes closed for just a couple of seconds, taking it all, taking him in, and when she opened them again, she saw him staring down at her in what looked like horror.
“Julia, dear God, you’re not, that is—you were a virgin, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” her voice was so low even she could barely hear it. But it was pointless to deny what they both knew was the truth. “I was.”
He froze, only part of his cock inside her, but her tight passage held it in place. “Then why?”
She lifted her hips and felt him slide deeper. “Just fuck me, Mark. Fuck now, talk later because I’m not interested in a conversation—just now.”
And apparently he had no compunction in following her instructions because he surged forward and buried himself to the hilt, drawing a moan from her very core. She had waited so long to feel the ecstasy of a man filling her with his rigid cock and it was more than she’d ever expected.
***
For a moment he’d faltered. A virgin? On a one-night-stand? But when she’d held him in place, welcomed him, he hadn’t been able to think beyond how warm she felt around him, how wet. How incredible it felt to slide his engorged length into her tight, hot pussy. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop.
Questions could be answered later, at the moment all he wanted was the friction that was rapidly sending him to places he didn’t remember ever visiting before. Stars swam before his eyes when he squeezed them closed. He wanted to stop, wanted to find out why she had spent her virginity in a one-night encounter in a strange city, but his body fought him when he tried. His body demanded he continue. She begged him to go on, holding him tightly against her and meeting his every thrust with her own. In fact, he was extremely turned on being her first, just as he’d loved the feel of her natural breasts and the little curve of her belly.
“Come for me, Julia, can you do that, baby?” He was trying to maintain a rhythm, to keep stroking until she found her release before spilling his seed, but she wasn’t quite there, and it was a supreme battle to hold it back. “Julia, are you close?”
Her answer was a long wail and a series of rippling contractions in the passage that held his penis. It threw him over the edge into orgasm, balls tightening and hot liquid shooting from the end of his cock, the two of them bucking and writhing until the endless ecstasy faded slowly back, leaving him skin to skin against the sexiest woman he had ever known.
He rolled to the side, not wanting to crush her under his greater weight, and through half-closed lids, surveyed Julia’s sweat-glistening form. Her creamy skin caught the lamp’s light and he lifted his hand to trace the outline of a full breast, just touching the edge of her rose pink nipple and watching it peak instantly. He cupped its fullness, so soft, so feminine, and let his hand run down her belly, its slight roundness astoundingly sensual. His breath had slowed to nearly normal, and he had to ask….
“Why, Julia?”