CHAPTER 11
Audrey
H is hands reach behind me and he gently removes my white dress, pulling it up and over my head. It’s just loose enough to slide away easily.
“White bra and panties,” he says.
“I wore them just in case,” I say.
“Even though you were just dropping by the office?”
“With you I never know what might come next.”
“And that’s the way it will stay. You know you can trust me and count on me, but each and every day is going to be a surprise.”
“I like surprises.”
“And I like planning them for you.”
“Just like today. This entire day has been incredible.”
“You’re incredible, and you’re making it incredibly hard to keep my pants on,” he says, getting a smile from me as he reaches down and slides his legs out of his trousers.
His cock pops up and down like the needle on a compass looking for due north as his underwear breaks free of his trousers.
He’s in all black boxer briefs, the darkness to my light.
He inserts his thumbs into the sides of his boxer briefs and slides them down his legs, keeping his eyes focused on mine. I break eye contact first, needing to see his huge cock exposed. It’s thick and long and suits his muscular body perfectly, even though it seems extremely large. It’s bigger than even I could have imagined, and although I know it might take some time to get used to, I know I’m going to be happy that he’s well endowed as the night, and our time together, progresses.
He slides up onto the bed, on his knees, lowering his body forward on top of me as he supports himself with his hands to the sides of me.
I feel like a trapped animal, or better yet his prey. A meal he’s about to feast on. His aggressive body language turns me on, but I know he’s going to be gentle with me, at least at first.
He lowers his body down even further, touching mine. I twitch at the way the hair on his chest feels against my hairless body. I’m with a real man, never that there was any doubt.
His head lowers to mine, and our lips meet again. His lips are soft and his kisses are even softer. He’s not in a rush, and neither am I.
We kiss and time floats by without a care in the world. At different points he’s lying next to me, his hands holding my face. At other points it’s my hands that take hold of his rough stubble and press his mouth harder into mine. He’s varying the speed and depth of our kisses, but I appreciate that he’s doing so based on how my body responds. He’s so attentive and accommodating to everything I need and want, even when I don’t even know I need and want it. He’s reading me like an open book.
I can feel my pussy dripping and I want him bad. This kissing has me beyond worked up and right about that time, his hand slowly glides up my spine, hitting all the right nerves, just before sliding underneath my bra. His index and middle fingers do a quick scissoring motion and my bra unhooks, relieving the tension from my shoulders and back.
His hand reaches to the front of my bra, and he lifts it away from my body as I extend my hands towards him.
“You are perfect.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I say.
“I am absolutely sure, and I don’t want to hear any objections to what I know is the truth. Understand?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice softening a little in response to the deepening of his already masculine words, which always fill the air with protective, gravely notes. He has that voice that sounds like he’s woke up after a rough night on the town, but he carries it all day and he doesn’t abuse alcohol. How me managed to get all the positives without the negatives is just another of the mysteries that make him, him.
He takes my breast in his hand, circling it gently before squeezing it more firmly as he takes my entire areola in his mouth. He sucks on my nipple as I look down at him in the candlelight. I’m even more turned on watching how turned on I’m getting him. It’s flattering to know a small town girl without any experience can send this worldly man into a frenzy, just from one touch, one suck, one look.
His other hand reaches around behind me and grabs my ass hard, so hard it lifts me up off the bed pressing me harder into him. He slides my panties down my legs and off, and his skin is quickly grinding against mine again. I can feel his rock hard cock grinding into me. I can make out his shaft and his tip. As great as it feels against me, I want to feel it inside me, but as his lips leave my nipple and trace a line down my body it becomes clear I’m going to have to wait a little bit longer.
His hands grasp my waist hard as the tip of his tongue traces the outline of my pussy lips. His tongue is strong, pressing firmly against my skin, the sides of it grazing my outer lips causing me to exhale hard and grab onto his scalp with my fingertips, which are curling just as fast as my toes.
His tongue traces back the path from which it came stopping at the bottom of my pussy, before he flattens it and runs it straight up my crease. My body shivers and trembles and my fingertips press even harder against his scalp.
He obliges my signs of approval by dragging his tongue straight back down my crease before rounding his tongue making the tip stronger and shooting it straight up again with a quick lifting of his head. The combination of the tip of his tongue inside me, the outside of his tongue against my folds, and the grip he has on my hips send me to a quick release. I feel myself unload on his face, but he doesn’t stop.
I can feel my wetness going everywhere, but it’s not running down my leg or ass at all, he’s licking up each and every last drop.
He’s painting a masterpiece on my pussy with tongue, faster and faster like a crazed artist and his speed sends me right into a second release, and then a third.
“I’m cumming!” I yell, but it’s already obvious as it’s my fourth climax in quick succession.
All those years of wondering if maybe I wasn’t such a sexual person are quickly answered. I just never had the right man to get me started, or to finish the job. He’s both and a whole lot more.
As much as I may be a naive girl I’m already completely certain that I’ll never find another man who can please me like he can, nor would I want to. The idea of looking never even came up. I know when I’ve got a good thing, and this is way beyond that. What we have may be fresh and new, but it’s definitely perfect and that’s all that matters.
My trembles eventual settle into small aftershocks and he begins kissing his way back up my body before his lips find my mouth. I grab his face hard, kissing him deep as I feel the connection with the man who made me feel in a way that I’ve never felt before. The man who made me experience something so deep and enduring.
“I want to feel you,” I say.
“Good, because I need to feel you. To be inside you. To claim you. To take you for the first time, and to respect and accept what that responsibility entails. And it’s a responsibility that I don’t take lightly, just like our relationship.”
Hearing him call it “our relationship” makes me feel even more romantic. It’s the perfect compliment to the steam, as his hands find the bed and he lifts himself from me.
He grasps his cock in his hand and brings it to my lips, rubbing the head up and down through my folds, but not entering me. I slide down into him, but his hips are quicker, backing him up and away.
“Not yet. Not until you can’t take it anymore.”
“I can’t take it. I want it now.”
“Wanting and needing are two different things,” he says.
“I need it,” I say.
“Show me,” he says.
My hands shoot up off the bed and grab his hips, as I pull myself up and to him, sending his cock inside me.
My mouth opens. “Uh…uh…uh!” I say as my stomach tightens and my eyes open wide. I feel my juices flow in-between my leg and onto the sheet underneath me.
“Oh my god,” I say quickly, releasing my grip falling backwards.
As soon as my head hits the pillow I feel his cock slide back inside me as his hips rotate in rhythm sending him in and out of me slowly. I can feel him opening me up, each and every nerve ending inside me experiencing his girth.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he says. It’s not like him to curse, so I know he’s just as lost in this moment as I am, but I want to see the proof.
“Fuck me harder,” I say, ignoring the fact that his dick is way too big for my pussy.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say, grabbing the sheets as he picks up his speed. He reaches for the headboard, grabbing it for leverage as he continues thrusting. He’s letting me have it, but part of me knows he’s holding back, protecting me. In time I’ll take the whole shebang, but right now this is more than enough.
“I’m cumming!” I scream when the friction from his cock becomes too much.
“Uhhhhh!” he says, as I feel his warm load release deep inside me. I wasn’t prepared for the gift he had for me. Nothing could have prepared me for that feeling, and my entire world freezes for a second as I feel that thick gooey substance fill me.
His dick feels like a canon firing over and over again inside me. Just when I think he’s done there’s more, until finally I’ve milked him completely dry.
He collapses into a pile next to me. He’s breathing hard and I’m breathing harder.
I thought waiting twenty-one years to experience this moment was long enough. After feeling what I just felt with him, I’d have waited an entire lifetime for a moment like this.