Joey

Although I’d masturbated myself into somewhat of a frenzy on various occasions, I’d just experienced my first real orgasm. I had no idea if Percy licking my pussy was a one-time thing, or if was something he truly enjoyed, but I hoped like hell we could both experience it again in the future.

Filled with apprehension, I watched as he positioned himself between my legs. He lowered his chest to mine and kissed my neck.

I scrunched my shoulder against his face and giggled. “Oh, my God. That tickles so bad.”

“Good.”

He kissed me again. And, again. He kissed my chin. My cheek. He gave me a light peck on the lips, then lifted his head and looked into my eyes.

“I want this to be special.”

Believe me, it will be.

“You’re special to me,” I said. “So, it can’t help but be special.”

“You’re pretty fucking special to me, too.”

I liked it that he tossed random cuss words into sentences where they didn’t necessarily belong. I often wondered if realized to what degree he did it, or if they simply slipped out without notice.

“I like it when you cuss. It’s sexy.”

His brow wrinkled. “Who’s cussing?”

I shrugged. “Never mind.”

“Dirty talk?” His voice had the enthusiasm of a lottery winner. “You like dirty talk?”

“I don’t know. I suppose.”

“We’ll save that for some other time,” he said. “Not tonight.”

“Okay.”

He swept my hair away from my face and kissed me. As our mouths parted, he bit into my lower lip.

It frightened me at first.

And then, I felt my pussy throb.

Do it again.

He kissed me softly.

“Uhhm. Bite my lip again?”

He grinned.

A series of kisses followed. Some were slight, while others were more aggressive. Mixed amidst them were playful bites to my upper and lower lips.

When he stopped, I could feel my heart beating between my legs. I was drenched.

He reached between my legs.

“You’re soaked.”

A sigh shot from my lungs. “Tell me about it.”

He arched his back, reached between his legs, and gripped himself in his right hand. The moment had arrived.

He rubbed the tip of his dick against the length of my wetness.

I let out my breath, and my eyes fell closed.

I felt slight pressure against my lower lips, and my eyes opened.

As he began to penetrate me, I sank my teeth into my lower lip. I was scared, excited, and hopeful all at the same time.

He pushed a little more.

I gasped.

And, a little more. I exhaled, and forced a smile. It wasn’t what I expected, at least not yet. It was painful, and I wondered if it was always going to be that way.

He continued, exercising care and caution. About the time I was going to ask him to stop, he did so on his own.

He looked right at me and raised both eyebrows. “Jesus. Your pussy is tight as fuck. My God.”

“You don’t like it?”

He coughed out a laugh. “Fuck. I love it.”

He retracted his hips, and withdrew himself from me slowly. I exhaled a sigh of relief, and then took another quick breath when he began to push himself inside me again.

It came a little easier that time. Even so, it was uncomfortable, and the pressure was intense. I felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I couldn’t help but wonder what all the hype was about.

Deep within me, he paused.

He moved his hands to my boobs. He pinched each of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. As he twisted them lightly, he kneaded my breasts in his hands.

I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily.

Somehow, I must have relaxed. Either that, or something changed drastically.

During the mind-blowing nipple torture exercise, he withdrew once more, and then pushed himself right back in.

It felt heavenly.

Then, he did it again.

Oh. My. God.

I lifted my shoulders from the bed. I needed to see it.

I craned my neck and gazed between my legs. His entire length slid from within me, paused, and then disappeared deep inside.

I watched it twice, and then I couldn’t watch any more.

He pulled back his hips, and reached for his glistening dick. He rubbed the head of it against my clit feverishly. “You like watching me fuck you?”

My body trembled. I responded the best I was able. “Uh huh.”

He glanced between my legs. “Me too.”

“This feels…”

He pushed himself into me, taking my breath and my ability to speak at the same time.

“Your tight little pussy is going to be the death of me.”

His pace increased slightly, taking me to a place where words were no longer able to be used. My mind was a jumbled mess of sexual acts and sensual thoughts. He was fucking his way into my heart, I was sure of it. I could feel it.

With his fingers still on my nipples, my boobs clenched in his palms, and his dick deep inside of me, he leaned forward and lowered his face to mine.

The small change in dynamics caused the base of his dick to rub against my clit with each in stroke.

He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. It was the last straw. The tension that had been building inside of me quickly came to a head.

I felt myself clench his shaft from deep within. Then, I began to tingle from head to toe. I closed my eyes and then opened them.

I pulled my lips from his. “Am I supposed to…scream?”

He arched his back and nodded his head. His breathing became labored. He continued his pace. With each stroke, I felt like I was going to explode. Or implode. I had no idea, but I liked it.

Loved it.

And then.

My pussy got smaller. Or, he grew.

Or both.

“Oh. My. God!” I bellowed. “It’s…”

He let out a howl and squeezed my boobs firm in his hands.

“Fuck Yes!” he wailed.

I wasn’t one to cuss, but then again, what I was feeling was beyond incredible, and a common word wouldn’t do it justice.

“Fuck yes!” I shouted. “Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes!”

I exploded into a bajillion tiny bits of emotion just as he released inside of me. Incapable of anything but lying motionless, I did just that. He gave me two more strokes for good measure, sending me into a jittery series of spasms that were pretty incredible, too.

“Holy cow,” I said. “Now I know what all the hype’s about.”

He caught his breath and gave me a look. “The hype?”

Oh crap. I couldn’t believe I said it. I had no intention of telling him I was a virgin, at least not yet. I was sure at some point I would, but I didn’t want it to get in the way of us.

“Yeah,” I said. “The uhhm. The hype about boning a biker.”

He wrinkled his nose. “There’s hype about that?”

I nodded. “Lots of it.”

“Good or bad?”

“It’s all good.”

He clenched his fist and held it between us. “About the girl who’s stealing my heart.”

I grinned at the thought of not only having him fuck his way into my heart, but me fucking my way into his.

I pounded my fist into his.

Fuck yes.