– Whitney
I don’t know why I kissed him. I’m never this forward. But he was about to leave, and he was saying such nice things about me. And even the mean things he’d said before were kind of… true.
He returns my kiss and we stumble back inside where he pushes me up against my front door. His tongue plunges relentlessly into my mouth while his cock rises up against my hips.
“You’re right,” I tell him, gasping for air as he continues to kiss me and press himself into me. “I want you. I would be so dumb to not want you. I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.”
He spins me around and nudges me towards the bedroom. His hands trace the length of my spine as he walks behind me, just like mine did to his in the physical therapy room.
By the time we reach the entry of my room, he’s lifted the shirt above my head. I take it off and he’s quick to unsnap my bra.
“Turn around,” he orders, and I do, my bra falling to the floor as he stares at my breasts.
“They look even better than I imagined,” he says, pulling me to him and kissing me again as he presses my breasts together in his hand. “I love your body. It’s so beautiful.”
He gets down on his hands and knees and begins to kiss my neck and then my breasts. I feel none of the self-consciousness I’d always felt when I was with Tony, even years after being with him.
With every touch Harlow makes it obvious how much he really does love my body. He puts one of my nipples into his mouth and slowly licks and sucks on it, as he takes my other nipple in his fingers and lightly rubs it.
“Oh, my God. Harlow.”
I feel the excitement rising within me as he continues to lick and play with my nipples.
“I’m not officially your patient right now, am I?” he asks, as he looks me up and down.
“No. Unfortunately not.”
“Well good then,” he says, as he stands me up and begins unbuttoning my jeans. “Because I’ve heard this might be forbidden if I am. But, since I’m not, then I can do this.”
He removes my jeans— I’m grateful that I was barefoot when he came over— but leaves my panties on. I’m doubly grateful that I’m wearing a thong, and not ugly granny panties. He slowly traces his finger over my panties, lightly teasing me until I moan.
“I want to touch you,” he says, “and then I want to fuck you.”
He presses my ass into his clothed cock while he runs his hands up and down my ass.
“I overheard something that may have been a secret of yours,” he says, his voice sweet and sexy in my ear. “I heard that your last man wasn’t giving you any orgasms. Is that right?”
A chill runs down my spine and my pussy becomes soaking wet.
“That’s right,” I confess.
He begins sucking on my ear and I want to melt into him. I want his hands all over me, his cock inside me, his body on top of me.
“When was the last time you’ve had one?” he asks. “An orgasm?”
I stiffen a bit, embarrassed while still turned on.
“Never,” I admit, as he grabs hold of my ass— like he did last time, but with possessiveness this time, as if he never intends to let it go.
“Is that right?” he asks, obviously excited about my answer.
I feel his cock get even bigger and harder, which I thought was impossible.
“Well, I’m about to change that right now.”
A moan escapes my lips and I say, “Good.”
I want him. I need him. I’m dripping wet for him.
He peers over my shoulder and says, “My hands look so good on your ass.”
He pulls the strap of my thong to the side and runs his finger along my ass crack. Then he pulls himself away from me and slips his other hand into the front of my panties. Moving a finger along under my thong, he makes his way to the opening of my pussy.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says, as he traces my lips with his finger. “I can already feel it.”
He pushes a finger inside of me and I can’t help but moan his name.
“Harlow.”
“That’s right. This is Harlow’s pussy now. I’m going to claim it as my own. I’m going to make it come.”
He puts another finger inside me and pushes in and out while he rubs my clit with his other hand. My thong is now pulled back and I’m completely exposed to him as his hands do what they want to me.
“I love to see your pussy spread open wide for me, while I finger you,” he says, and I lean back onto his broad shoulders, already feeling a rising pressure within me, tingling sensations all over.
“I’m going to make you come standing up,” he tells me, as if it’s a physical therapy test he’s determined to pass.
I have to hand it to him for having such a lofty goal— not only is he going to make me come for my very first time, but he’s going to make me do it while I’m standing up.
I guess that’s a SEAL for you. I’m so glad I’m with one. For my very first time orgasming, which I’m quite sure he’s going to be able to make me do, because it’s already bubbling just beneath the surface.
“And then I’m going to lay you down and fuck you,” Harlow says.
He takes off his shirt and I trace my fingers over his well-defined abs. I love seeing and feeling the tattoos on his ripped, muscular pecs and down one side of his torso. Then they dance right beneath his belly button and right above his perfect “V” of a pelvic area.
I can’t believe this hard, well-defined SEAL body is mine, and that it’s going to make me come for my very first time. I’m so soaking wet I want to slide all over him. I bet I’d have not only my first orgasm but many: one for each time my pussy hits one of the peaks of his ripped six-pack. He’d be my own personal slip and slide SEAL.
I tuck this thought into the back of my lust-driven brain, to try out later, after he’s made me come for my first time. It’s a little too risqué of a thing to suggest for your first time having sex with someone, I think.
First things first, Whitney, I tell myself. You don’t want him to go from thinking you’re so chaste to a whore. It’s just that although you’ve had a lot of thoughts about things you’d like to do, you’ve never met the right person to do them with. But now you have, so take things slow and don’t ruin them.
This idea is something that might be best mentioned after a few dates, or saved for a really part of the relationship— like how in a movie when they put the outtakes at the end of the credits, or in a romance book when they put the deleted smutty scenes at the back of all the other fun stuff.
Harlow bends down again and takes off my panties, drawing me back into the sweet and delicious here and now. My pussy is exposed to him and he spreads its lips open while he places his own lips on it.
I groan as he licks my clit while fingering my pussy hole. And then he switches his up, placing his tongue in my hole while he fingers my clit. His rhythm feels so good that I grab onto his hair. I feel weak-kneed.
“I don't know if I'm going to be able to stand up much longer,” I whisper, as heat radiates through my body.
“Good, then I’m doing my job correctly,” Harlow says.
After a few last pulses of his tongue and rubbing with his finger, I’ve reached the height of pleasure.
This is it. He’s making me have my very first orgasm.
“Oh, my God,” I practically shout, hoping my neighbors can’t hear me. “I’m coming. In your mouth.”
“That’s it. Come all over my mouth, for your very first time. Drip your wet pussy juices into my mouth,” he says, lapping up my cum as I let go completely.
I bend my back and feel a million sensations ripple through my body as I finish the longest orgasm of my life.
“Oh, my God, that felt so good,” I say, as Harlow picks me up and lays me down on the bed. “Do you need a break?”
“Just a short one,” I say, panting and out of breath. “I don’t have the same level of stamina as you do. I’m no SEAL.”
I laugh as well as I’m able too, since I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“And so the student becomes the teacher,” he says, and I laugh again.
“Stop it,” I tell him, holding my ribs. “Stop making me laugh. I’m going to pass out or something.
He holds me tight as I look at his sexy body in amazement.
“Well don’t do that,” he says. “Because I’m not finished with you yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”
Maybe this could really work, I think to myself.
He’s clearly thinking the same thing.
But I keep wanting to pinch myself, to make sure I’m not dreaming. Maybe it’s too good to be true. Maybe, like Lance says— and Lance was spot on about Tony— Harlow is just a player, and I’m his latest conquest. Harlow’s right that I could do better than Tony but there’s a reason I’ve always stayed away from guys like Harlow.
They’re players. Heartbreakers.
They don’t know what true love is.
I reach my head up and kiss Harlow on the cheek.
Too late.
I’ve already gotten too close to back out now.