His eyes slowly dipped to check out my bare breasts and I heard him grunt, his hand slid along my side, outlining my curves before he took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them slightly familiarizing himself with them.
“Christ, A,” he muttered before taking one of my pink nipples into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation his teeth and tongue provided, unable to wrap my head around how biting my nipples and sucking them hard into his mouth was making me wet between my legs. I was feeling all sorts of foreign things I didn’t know my body was capable of feeling. I glanced down to watch him withdraw my nipple from his mouth, noticing how hard he made them and how the creamy flesh around reddened from the scruff that lined his jaw.
He lifted his eyes to mine as he got down on his knees in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans, drawing down the zipper. I could hear my pulse beating in my ears as he peeled the denim down my tanned legs. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his hands gently caressing the insides of my thighs.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted nervously.
“Do you want to?” He asked cocking his head to the side as his fingertips glided across my panties, carefully avoiding the part of me that needed his touch most.
“Yes,” I struggled between trying to breath and speaking. A gasp escaped my lips when his finger dipped inside the lace edge of my panties. “Anthony …” I stammered.
“Yes?” He peered up at me with a hungry gaze, in one swift move my panties were on the floor, and I was sitting on his couch with my legs spread wide, Anthony kneeling between them. My instincts had my legs closing, only he kept them spread with his big palms.
“It’s just me,” he repeated. “I’m going to make it good for you, Reese’s.”
“I’m nervous,” I blurted out.
“Then I’ll stop.”
“No I don’t want you to,” I took a deep breath. “Just …”I bit my lip, “tell me if I’m doing it wrong, okay?” I whispered.
He smiled softly before leaning into me and covering my mouth with his. He kissed me as if I was the only girl in the world, like I was all that mattered in his life.
“Stop thinking and start feeling,” he murmured, against my lips.
*****
I shook my head, pulling myself out of the past and thinking how, I listened to him after that. I shut off my mind and concentrated on the sensations running thorough my body. I felt everything he did that night, the way he touched me, kissed me, sucked me, every single thing he did I felt. I felt him tear through my flesh with his cock, that initial pain turning into the purest form of euphoria I had ever known. I felt my nerves fray and my entire being come undone as I came for very first time.
I wish I had never listened to Anthony. I wished I wouldn’t have turned my mind off and just felt because I never recovered from all the feelings he evoked in me that night. I never got over how loved and worshipped he made me feel or how comfortable he made me.
I stared at him still sleeping peacefully beside me and despite any sense I had left in me I shut my mind off and decided to feel one last time and crawled on top of him. I leaned down to press my lips to his. I kissed him softly, mimicking the gentleness of our first time and how he took me to a place I had never known, taking me with such care.
It didn’t take long for his lips to work against mine as I pulled him from his slumber. Slipping my tongue inside his mouth letting the sensations brought on by the kiss awaken our bodies. He moaned into my mouth as his hands wrapped around my body resting on the cheeks of my ass, pressing me into his cock that was stirring back to life.
I slowly pulled away peppering kisses along his jaw until his hooded eyes met mine searching to figure out if he was dreaming or not.
I sat up, comfortable in my nudity, and caressed his chest with my hands, rocking my aching pussy against him.
“I want to feel you,” I whispered into the night, my voice sounding more like a plea than a demand.
He gripped my hips and flipped me back onto the mattress his body covering mine as he dipped his head again to capture my lips with his own. His hands moved everywhere in a frenzy, making me think he was just as desperate as me, but as feverishly they moved, they gently caressed me too.
His lips whispered across my body worshipping every inch of me. I forgot how gentle he could be with me, how tenderly he could touch me. There were plenty of nights when he was gone that I would picture him touching me. The delicate touches always drove me over the edge, even if it was my own hands mimicking his.
“I never thought you’d touch me again,” I admitted honestly.
He stopped kissing my navel to lift his head and look up at me. I ran my fingers through his hair as I held his gaze.
“I used to touch myself and wish it was you,” I breathed, as my fingers curled around the ends of his hair.
His hands stilled on my legs as he leaned back on his haunches and stared at me.