Chapter NINE
Scherri
The aroma of his musky manliness beneath the clear freshness of the water is intoxicating. He's a real man now, no longer the boy I knew. Stick moves closer toward me and I squeeze my legs together, very aware that only my sodden panties, liquid-heavy are between us becoming even closer. Other than that we're skin to skin – nearly. So very nearly. My eyes stretch with questions and trepidation as I look at him.
Are we going to do this?
Really?
My tits are almost leaping up and down I'm breathing so hard.
He reaches out a hand to lay a thick finger on my lower lip, sliding the pad across it until I open my mouth and tug it voraciously inside, sucking and lapping at him like I'm a half-starved little animal.
And then Stick's on me. Everywhere at once.
His mouth crashes down on mine and this is nothing like that first, sweetly tentative kiss, all those years ago. Stick is in charge now and he takes me, claiming me, letting me know that there'll be no refusal. Not that I ever would. His tongue winds and dips around mine with ferocious hunger. Jabbing and swirling, plundering my mouth like he's fucking it. His hands clasp my hips then slide up my rib cage to cup my tits.
I can't believe the wave of desire that rushes up my legs and through my core. I've never needed a man so desperately. So that I want to tear at my hair and drag my nails through his flesh with need. Maybe I do exactly that, I'm lost in a miasma of need that eradicates all thought.
His fingers go to my nipple and twirl the hard little point between the pads. The rolling only making my hunger more voracious, so that I moan out a long pleading sigh.
I thrust my hips onto the enormous rock hard bulge – the first word that comes to my head is Stick – it's so solid and upright and thick. I've fooled around with guys before and no one has even come close to the size of Stick. It's so beautiful I want to stroke the cashmere skin, rock hard and burning hot in my palm. I want to suck all of him into me, consume him.
But I'm also beyond nervous that the first time is going to be agony. Talk about biting off more than you can chew. Those thoughts pile through my head in a flash before my body takes over. My lusty desire for this man eradicating all trepidation. All I can think of is finally having him inside me.
“Scherri -” Stick groans into the side of my neck.
My head is tossed back and all I can do is release another needy mewl. His hand leaves my breast to slip back down over my body and between my spread thighs. He tugs my underwear across to the side and his fingers work on my swollen clit, that's ready to burst so as to release the ache gathering there. He pinches the agonized hard little triangle between finger and thumb, while another digit rubs circles around my stretched opening.
I moan again – a feral little sound – and buck my hips against his fingers, desperate for him to force inside me. Make it quick, thrust inside and get that part over with. So I can savor the next. When he does, the pain shoots through me and I dig my fingers into his solidly resistant shoulders. He corkscrews further in and great pulsations tingle through me.
“That's so good,” I groan.
“Christ, you're so fucking tight, Scher,” Stick grits out, as though in surprise.
Yeah, I guess it is unusual for a woman in her twenties to still be innocent but what can I say? I'm picky.
“It's uncharted territory,” I pant, furiously grinding on the finger I'm impaled on, yearning for more.
Stick freezes the voracious probing, his breath hitching, his cock throbbing in my ass crack.
“Baby, you're a virgin?” he half moans.
“Yeah, wanna make something of it?” I joke, bouncing on him to get him to move. To inspire another thrust of those powerful fingers. I need so much more of him.
“Actually I do,” he says in all seriousness, still not shoving deeper into me like I crave. “I'm not gonna fuck you here in the middle of our lake. It should be special. And delicious slow. I want you to feel good.”
“Stick, you big doofus, this is as special as it gets – our lake. And I don't want it slow. I want you to fuck me so hard I'll stagger around like a drunk for a week.”
His finger flexing inside my pussy sets off a slew of twitches that make me shudder. I need him to devour me with the same initial force. I don't want to be taken sweet and slow, I want his huge cock powering into me until I'm so sore I can't move. I want to be sprawled out, arms and legs limp with the pleasure I feel mounting.
“I am so ready for this. For you,” I moan. “Please!”
I'm clutched around his concrete body, that's holding us both up in the water like a beacon. My legs are around his waist, my hands gouging into his shoulders. I climb up his body until my pussy mouth finds his rounded softer head. White light shoots through my tunnel and we let out a simultaneous groan of intense connection.
He cups my ass, supporting my weight like it's nothing as I slide down the length of him. A sharp intake of breath sears my lungs as I'm filled all the way to my throat. That's how far inside me he feels.
“Okay, baby?” he asks, his eyes scouring across my face, searching for the emotion.
I nod and bite down on my lip as I realize he's not even halfway inside me. The pain of yearning for all of him outweighs any physical discomfort I'm feeling. I clasp around his rigid neck and thrust down on him hard before he can prevent me. The pain is sharp but he still hasn't busted through. I throw back my head and wail at the sun, frustrated, howling for his cock inside.
“Relax,” Stick tells me and cups my ass in one huge palm, the other behind my neck.
He jerks his pelvis so I feel a pop and a tear and then the most delicious sensation known in the universe. Ohmigod this is heaven. Stick is filling my pussy, forcing back the walls, stretching for the very edge of me. I'm so ecstatic I can't breathe. How can my body possibly be so full of man? The edge of my vision turns sharp white then blurs.
“Okay, baby?” he asks again, cupping my head tenderly while his face takes on a half-lidded animalistic kind of lust.
“Oh, you feel so good.”
I impale myself down into his cock so I feel his head brushing at the entrance to my womb. Bucking and rotating on his amazing pole while Stick's thumb strums across my engorged clit has me quivering. Tremors rise over my skin and I feel a shuddering inside me that makes me feel I'm going to lose all of me. Just shatter into a thousand pieces.
And then I do. My pussy grips so tight around Stick's cock he cages me into his arms and clasps my head in his palms as I come undone right there in the water.
I want him again so much I can taste it. Once was nowhere near enough. A thousand times wouldn't be enough with Stick. I need his cock inside me over and over, filling me, making me his only with that special connection.
Did I mention love before? I've never loved him more than that moment. That was until this one came along.