{Keira}

 

He stays over there and it reminds me of my very first date with my high school crush. Only a lot of things are different now. For example, I’m not fourteen anymore and my high school crush wasn’t nearly as cute as Cason.

And what’s more, I don’t have to make Cason wait on me like I did my crush back then. So I lean forward and aim for his mouth. He puts his hands on either sides of my waists, while we enjoy feeling each other. His mouth is rabble-rousing, lips so smooth and kissable. I feel like my world is so meaningful and complete when I’m adjacent his lips.

“Mind to come in?” I offer.

He glints at me, and gives me the quickest peck on the lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

We go in while I turn the lights on. The room is quiet and empty. But I don’t think it will be neither of those things now that Cason and I are in.

I’m leading the way and he’s following me, hands interlaced. I’m feeling like a happy child who thinks the world is so enchanting and beautiful. It’s like there are no barriers, no gists. Just happiness, and the cutest person in the world is standing beside me.

“Would you like something to drink?” I offer, but I don’t think he’d want anything. The dinner was just so jampacked for us to need anything after.

“Just a glass of iced water.” He says and I head to the kitchen.

When I come back I find him taking delight in the pictures all over the walls. A bunch of moments are commemorated on frames and I look at them wherever I feel like life has slapped me on the face. But I don’t feel like that right now. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen is inside my house. I don’t have a reason to feel anything else but delighted.

“I didn’t know you liked skateboarding.” He looks at one silly picture I’ve taken down the street, against a colorful wall crammed with graffiti.

“That’s just for the street art behind me.” I mock, smiling. And after a second I explain. “I was hanging out with my friend, and he had this crazy idea to teach me how to skateboard. A total failure.”

“At least you’re honest.” He tells while going over the other pictures.

I hold stupidly the glass of iced water while he keeps enjoying the pictures to my wall.

“Is this your ex?” he refers to a pic where Kyle and I are eating ice cream and being goofy. Aww, I remember that day. It was one of the craziest scorcher I’ve ever experienced. We were on the Canaries.

“Yeah.”

“You look happy together.”

“We were.”

“What happened?” he seems intrigued by this. When I had him come inside the house, I imaged us doing all sort of things possible. But talking about my ex never crossed my mind.

“He was kind of not…dependable.”

“He cheated on you?” he asks. But what I don’t understand is, is why he’s finding that funny. Being cheated on is anything but funny.

“On multiple occasions.”

“So why do you keep him still on your wall?” I’m not sure whether I recognized some kind of faultfinding tone on his voice.

“I don’t know. That is a good memory. And I’ve known Kyle for a very long time, to try to erase him from my life.”

“Well, that’s what people usually do to their exes.”

“Er, I’m not like most people.”

“That I’ve noticed.” He looks at me inexpressibly and I don’t know how to feel. Flattered. Confused. Discomforted?

“Would you like your water?” I look at the glass on my hands and he wanders toward me.

Grabbing the glass off of my hands, he puts in on the counter and says, “Fuck that!”

Next thing I know, I’m all wrapped up against him, succumbed into a breathtaking kiss. He picks my up, his both hands on my ass-cheeks, and I roll my legs around his waist, while my tongue is sweeping through the sweetest dreams that I’ve ever had.

He puts me on the couch and takes a look at me, head to toe. “You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?” he tells me and I’m sort of blushing at the comment.

He leans down and takes my heels off, one at a time. And then he leans forward and runs his tongue down my jawline. I feel his boner pulsating against my waist, as I’m trying to unbutton his shirt. He draws back for a moment and takes care of that. He’s so fast, but it’s only normal knowing that he has to do business on a suit and tie way almost every day.

After the last button of his shirt breaks loose I can see his full muscular body and can’t help but want to run my tongue along the line from his navel to his chest.

He looks at my face and as if he’s read my mind, he helps me closer. I stick my tongue out and take a taste at him. He smells like shampoo and mind. Adorable.

After that he unblocks his belt and slides his underwear down.

I can’t think of a time when I enjoyed candy canes more than I do his cock. His tip permeates along my mouth, down my tongue and reaches my throat. He starts pumping up in and out of my mouth and I can feel myself getting wetter than I expected. And he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Do you like my dick on your mouth?” he asks me and pulls my hair in a ponytail so I can look at him. I still don’t let the entire shaft out, but look at him from underneath with a nodding expression.

“Good girl,” he tells me and flips my hair on one side so that they don’t get all tangled on my face. He wants me all focused and unburdened.

He glides one hand down my chest and squeezes one boob. The next moment, he manages to get the boob out of my dress and he picks the nipple and gives it a shake.

I get on my feet and peel that dress off of me. I’m not wearing any bra, because of the dress type, so now my breasts are all free for him to enjoy.

He rubs his hard cock a few times and the index finger of the other hand glides through his bottom lip as he takes a famished look at me and smiles.

I love his smile. It’s like all the stars fall down the universe and gather on the one single spot—his eyes.

And I’m just flattered to know that I’m the one to cause all that.

He releases his cock off of his clutch and it winds up. I look at it and cannot believe that it is so big, so hard and so smooth. It is just perfect. And that perfection soon is going to be inside of me.

“You just make fucking with you seem enchanting.” He tells me. “Like no other person can.”

My mind is having a hard time to process all these things that he’s saying to me. Sex is one of his most favorite activates, and to hear that I just take that experience to another level feels so divinely.

After I get rid of my underwear (thanks God, I’m smoothly shaved down there) I can see that he’s going insane. Holding his dick on his hands, and lying against the wall, I feel like a piece of art, while he’s enjoying me. He’s the only man that has ever made me feel so…appreciated. He makes me feel proud of myself and my body. He makes me comfortable and prideful.

“I want you to touch yourself.” He tells me, as he keeps rubbing he’s cock slowly, looking at me from across the room and enjoying the view.

“Like this,” I put my hands above my chest and go down slowly. I squeeze my boobs, both at the same time, and his cock swells.

“You’re fucking good.” He smiles, one hand of his rests above his chest, while the other keeps pampering his huge cock.

I put my index fingers on my mouth and lick them, one at a time. After that I touch my nipples and make circuit rides over them.

“Now show me how you fuck yourself when you think of me.” He guffaws boyishly.

My right hand goes all the way down, I glide one finger between the lips of my pussy and get familiar with the area. After that, I find my finger sweeping inside of me. Two fingers are now pumping in and out of my pussy.

“My cock is achingly contented at this, Keira. Now go harder.” He orders.

I oblige. I keep fingering myself furiously and I let out a moan. After that, I find myself screaming from the pleasure.

This man right here is making me enjoy fucking myself more than I ever thought I would.

“Now, stop. I don’t want you to get the most out of your pussy all by yourself.” He is still smiling and enjoying all this.

I do so and slide my wet fingers out.

“Now, grind your boobs together.” He orders.

I put my palms on either sides of my boobs as he’s approaching. He grabs my hair and pushes me down. The head of his cock is underneath my breasts and I lead it toward the crack, while I put my hand at my boob immediately and hold both of them together.

He goes up and down, fastening any moment forward. When he’s all the way up, the head of his cock pokes at my chin, and since he’s so huge, I stick my tongue out, mouth open, and suck him each time he pumps up between my breasts.

“That’s the real fucking fantasy,” he groans as he’s fucking my boobs. “You’re just amazing.”

He keeps doing this for a couple of seconds, and after that grabs my hand and makes me get up.

“I don’t want to cum on your boobs this time.” He tells me. “Let’s take advantage of other spots of you now. He pushes me down on the couch, while his tongue runs over my pussy. It divide the lips and glides along the most sensitive area of my body.

I moan. This feels fucking great.

After that, he gets up, stretches me forth and toward him, as my crotch meets his erection. He holds the shaft on his hand while the bulky head strings along my lips and then on a circuit way, he moves it along my crotch. Putting his condom on, suddenly I found his head going in on my pussy.

I moan from the pleasure.

He pumps forth as his huge balls slam against my crotch with every move he makes towards me. His long shaft goes all the way inside me and the feeling is indescribable.

Unbearable pleasure.

I screams as loud as I can, “Fuck. Yeah. Cason. That. Feels. Good.”

“You like it, babe.” He smiles as he goes harder.

His big package is the resource of this uncontainable pleasure. He keeps fucking me harder than I ever imagined, and leans forward to touch my boob, his other hand is occupied keeping my leg adjusted.

He picks up the nipple and then slams my boob, while they’re both swinging freely from his furious pumping.

I look at him and let out a giggle, muffled through the repetitive screams.

He groans every time his entire length permeates through me. His body leans even further as he’s holding my jaw with his hand, fingers fixated forcefully on my cheeks, as my mouth opens involuntarily.

His tongue brims over my lips and then he’s lips are wrapped against mine, while his cock goes fiercely in and out of me.

His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, and we’re both sweating.

This is the most enjoyable exhaustion I’ve ever experienced.

“I think I’m going to cum. I can’t hold it off, anymore.” He whispers on my mouth.

“Then do so.” I tell him.

“Not before you do.” He insists.

His cock slides away and in no time his fingers are grinding me hard. Crazily. He drags them away, and tests my wetness with his tongue.

I’m close to coming.

When his fingers go again inside of me, fucking me fiercely, I find myself shattering away, like a crazy burning volcano.

I’m soaking wet, and burning with desire.

He takes the condom off real fasts and throws it on the floor as he keep whacking himself off above my crotch.

I see his muscles moving crazily from the excruciating pleasure, as he’s moaning my name.

It looks like he’s been possessed…of me.

It’s crazy seeing this man on the edge of his pleasure, so torturous and sexy. And I’m the one who does all that to him.

“I’m. Fucking. Cumming. Keira.” He says.

From the slit on his head jets of cum burst out. Hot white cream splashes me all over. On the lips of my pussy. My pubic area. My thigh. Squirts of cum reaches one of my boob.

It only goes to show that he’s been really, really excited about this.

I look at the mess he’s made of me. And he smiles. He’s happy and proud of all of this.

I bend forward and grab his shaft, which is still hard by the way, and lick the last drop of cum from his head.

After this, all I can think about is that I really need a shower.