He's painfully hard, and the tip is swollen and pink. I ache with anticipation of having him inside me. I lick my lips and drag my gaze away from his length. His eyes are hooded, and his chest is rising and falling faster.
"If you don't stop looking at me like that while licking those luscious lips of yours, I might embarrass myself and come all over those fucking perfect tits. I would really like to come inside you tonight." I shiver, but not because I'm cold. I feel like I am going to spontaneously combust with lust. He pushes my panties to the side and returns his hand to the teasing strokes.
"Fuck me, Jess. You’re so wet for me." All I can do at this point is nod and bite my lips. I want to yell and beg for him to put it in, but I also don't want him to stop the amazing things he is doing with his hand.
He pulls my panties down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder. He then runs his tongue up my leg and over my clit for one torturous lick. "Fucking hell. You taste like heaven."
It's going to happen. I know it is. As soon as he pushes inside me, I'm going to come. He won't even have to move. With all of this build-up, one thrust is all it's going to take. Then he is going to realize how inexperienced I really am. Attempting to buy myself some time, I take in a deep breath of my own, and reach down and grab his hard on and slowly stroke him. His chin drops to his chest as he watches my hand gliding over him.
"Stop, please stop," Brett pants, causing me to immediately jerk my hand away and turn my head away in embarrassment. Crap, I can't believe he just shot me down.
I gasp as I feel an unexpected finger enter my wet heat. A strangled moan escapes and I snap my eyes back to his.
"What did I tell you Jess? Don't fucking turn away from me. You're sexy as hell, and I want to see those big brown eyes."
"I just...I thought maybe you didn't like-" I stumble over my words. Brett's hand never stops moving inside me.
"Stop thinking and trust me. I needed you to stop because if you kept that up, I was going to come like a fucking sixteen year old virgin." He all but growls at me, "I need to be inside you now, tell me you want this Jess. Tell me you want me to fuck you as bad as I want to do it."
"Yes, Brett, please..." I'm reduced to begging.
"Shit. I need a condom, babe."
"I'm on the pill," I rush out, hoping to speed this up. Probably not my most responsible idea, but I physically can't wait any longer."
"No, gorgeous. We need to be smart about this. I've got one in my wallet...in the car." He lets out a string of expletives, and withdraws his hand.
"Condoms. Top drawer of the night stand." I groan at the absence of his fingers.
"We are going to have a conversation about why you have condoms in your night stand later." He opens the drawer, pulling out a foil packet.
"Kara." I explain as he rips it with his teeth and rolls it down his length. He nods in understanding, and I thank God for my best friend and her ridiculous hopes that I would one day get laid. I really love that girl right now.
I squeak, when he grabs my legs and pulls me towards him. "Last chance gorgeous, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Please Brett..."
In one swift move he fills me. I cry out in both pain and pleasure, and Brett moans into my neck. He gives me a much needed minute to adjust to his size. I cling to his back and my legs start to shake.
"Shit, I'm sorry. You're so fucking tight. I should have done that a little slower."
Yes, he should have done it a little slower, but it felt amazing so I'm glad he didn't. Now is not the time for explanations. “Brett…move… please."
He slowly starts to move his hips in small gentle thrusts. Easing his way in and out of me. He's trying to be gentle now, but I need more.
"Harder!"
"No," he says, taking my mouth into a deep apologetic kiss.
"Brett, I'm fine. Please...I need you to move." I roll my hips roughly into his.
"Fuck Jess, you feel so damn good. This is going to be quick baby, so keep up. I'll make it up to you, repeatedly, tonight."
He begins to move over me, every muscle in his body strained as I drag my nails across his back. I can feel my release building and I know I'm going to fall over edge at any minute. Brett groans and kisses my neck as he pick up his pace. I feel him grow inside me as he pushes deeper than I knew possible.
"I need you to come first. I hope your close because I don't know how much longer I can last."
Sliding his hand between us, I feel his finger rub at my swollen clit while he keeps up his relentless rhythm inside me. "Come, Jesse. Let me feel you." His words send me stepping off the edge as I arch off the bed.
I can barely hear myself screaming his name, but the fireworks going off in my body make it impossible to focus on anything else. He stills, but I can feel him pulsing inside me, repeating my name into my neck.
Coming down from my orgasm, he begins pressing light kisses over my neck and shoulders. Sated and feeling like jelly, I smile to myself. "What are you grinning about?" Brett asks with a smile matching my own.
"I can’t feel my body," I giggle.