He wasted no time entering me, and I gasped in surprise. It still hurt a bit, but the pain and pleasure melded pleasantly together. I looked at him, wide eyed; his eyes were closed again as if the intense feeling was consuming him. I loved it when he looked helpless like that. I loved that my body could reduce him to such a state when he was normally so big and strong.
He slid himself completely inside me, and for a moment, froze. I savored the sensation, wrapping my legs around him. He was able to push in deeper, and he began to pound furiously. Every time he slid in and out, I moaned, bucking my hips against him.
Eventually, all of the discomfort disappeared, becoming pure ecstasy. Girls often told me their first and second times were shit, but I was happy to not have had that experience. Ashton was an expert in bed. I tried matching his rhythm with his hips, and we kissed gently, like we were doing some kind of a wild dance.
I loved being with him like this. It felt like being one body with one goal—orgasm. No wonder people said sex was so intimate.
“Get on top. Ride me. It feels great, I promise,” he rasped.
He stood up, holding me with him still inside me. I laughed in surprise, holding onto his shoulders for support. He lay down on the bed, and I was now on top of him. He was able to enter me even deeper now, and I moaned in surprise.
Shit. That does feel good.
I began bouncing timidly up and down, watching as my breasts bounced. I exhaled sharply, steadying my hands on his shoulders. He helped support my hips as I bounced and grinded on him, my wetness dripping down his balls.
“Oh God, this is so good.”
“Told you. Girls dig being on top,” he said through his moans.
I began working him even harder, getting close to that unique orgasm again, the kind that almost felt like touching my clit but was deeper and more internal.
“I think I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded.
He began fucking me harder, and this only increased my pleasure. I continued to ride him, harder and harder, the room getting fuzzier and fuzzier. The orgasm took me by surprise, and I shook with it, surrendering. I fell gently on top of him as I came, and he continued to pound me, intensifying the orgasm. He didn’t stop.
I gasped for air, sweat beading on my forehead. He was sweating too, but he still didn’t stop. I felt another orgasm begin to build. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come again.”
“Good. Come,” he demanded.
His words sent me over the edge, and I had another incredible orgasm, losing track of where I was and everything else in the intense pleasure of each contraction of my pussy.
I was too weak to continue. Ash rolled me over so he was now on top. He lost it, pounding me as hard as he could. I couldn’t believe it, but another orgasm was starting to take hold of me.
I came one last time, and this sent Ash over the edge. He pulled gently out of me and began to stroke himself on me. I stumbled to my knees, wrapped my hand around his cock, and began jerking him off into my mouth. I wanted to taste him.
He groaned loudly, growling as his cum filled my mouth. He tasted salty, and his jizz was creamy. I lapped all of it hungrily, some of it dribbling down my cheeks. I swallowed it quickly as his cock began to soften in my mouth.
We were both shaking from the intensity of our pleasure. Ashton lay next to me, and I crawled into his arms, not able to speak because I was still catching my breath. As we lay, comfortable and sated, someone knocked on the door.
“Ash?” I heard my mom say.
“Shit,” Ash whispered. He sat up and cleared his throat. “Hold on.”
He threw his clothes back on while I ran for the closet. I closed it behind me so I could only peek through. He smoothed the bed and opened the door.
“Your father and I just brought back lunch for us,” she informed him. “You look out of breath.”
“Yeah. Working hard.”
“Have you seen Amy? She’s here, too.”
“Yeah, she went down the street to the corner store to grab some cough medicine. Said her allergies are acting up here,” he lied.
“Ah!” my mother said. I was so glad she was oblivious sometimes. “Well, text her for me and let her know that we are back.”
“Will do!” Ash said.
I heard my mother walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Ash motioned me to come out, and I searched for my clothes. He had kicked them under the bed. “Nice,” I said sarcastically. I put my clothes on quickly, my legs still a bit weak from the great sex.
“That was such a close one,” I whispered.
“I know. Thank God she didn’t hear us.”
“What do I do? They think I’m outside.”
“No problem. See that door? That’s an exit. Most Victorian houses have a lot of stairways. Just make your way down. I’ll distract our parents while you pretend to open and close the downstairs door. I’ll text you when to do it,” he said.
I nodded. He was so great at getting away with shit!
“Don’t forget your purse and phone,” he said, giving me both.
He left me by myself, and I quietly opened the exit door. True to his word, there was a dark stairway. I waited for a bit before hearing his deep voice mixed in with my parents.