He moves down my body and kisses first my throat, then slides down and licks my nipple, before teasing it between his teeth and I almost arch into a snappable position, lifting my spine off the bed and moaning like crazy with the contact. Colton doesn’t relent, he works down my body, kissing, licking, and caressing, and slides his hand between my thighs, carefully, waiting on sounds of my refusal before he gently rubs across my aching core, his fingers trailing between the folds and smoothing a dampness across from within me..
I almost spasm with the mind-blowing sensation it elicits. That simple caress down there, almost sends me over the edge, and I grab his hair and bury my fingers into the longer length on top to grip onto him as he moves further down. Colton takes it as a sign that I like it and carries on with a second caress, this time circling at the front and almost making me squeal, it feels so good.
I close my eyes and give way to the sensation as Colton gently pushes my legs apart for better access, at the knees, and lifts one of them up to open me fully to him. I tense in anticipation, waiting on the piercing pain because I think he’s going to enter me, and I’ve worked myself up into believing it’ll happen like they told me it would. Sharp agony, and dry grating uncomfortable thrusting, and groan out in surprise when a hot, smooth tongue probes me instead. I wasn’t expecting him to put his mouth down there, and despite the surprise I almost melt to goo, because it’s honest to god the best feeling in the world.
“Oh god” the sensation is nothing like I imagined, not even close. Colton sucking, and licking, down there, warm, and wet, yet unbelievably good. Something that should feel icky, or weird, or even unbearably embarrassing, instead is making my toes curl, and me gasp for more. Clutching at him to urge him to do it harder. The pleasure runs up my limbs, warms my stomach, and the motion of what he’s doing has me writhing about the bed in seconds, making noises like a dying animal and all I can do is grip onto his hair and try not to completely implode.
Colton doesn’t stop what he’s doing and something firmer, longer, and stiffer, gently slides inside of me a little way, and I almost experience my first inner explosion. I assume it’s the beginning of an orgasm, due to this being the first time I have been sexually ignited and touched down there, but as I have no idea what that’s meant to feel like I can only assume. It pushes me to pant and let go of him to grab the bed sheets as I focus on doing nothing but succumbing to how amazing this feels, lifting my hips in time to the way he’s probing me. If I knew sex was like this, I maybe wouldn’t have been so subtle with Colton these past weeks. I would have just pushed him up against a wall and molested him.
“Good, huh?” His smug tone comes at me, but I can’t answer, only breathe in short raspy gasps as waves of growing heat, and tingles, start in my toes and begin to work their way up my limbs, pelvis, making me tremble uncontrollably. He continues to slide, what feels like a finger, gently in and out of me, only a little way. His tongue back on the frontal portion, as he sucks and licks my clitoris and I groan heavily in response to his question, pulling my knees up as my body can’t stay still from the extreme ecstasy coursing through my limbs.
“Oh god, oh god…. Mark me. I swear if you don’t get up and do this, I might eat you.” It’s a crazy breathless whine, as need consumes me, and something big builds up in my stomach and nerve endings that feels like climbing. Even though what he’s doing feels divine and I’m so close to some weird precipice, I want to feel him instead of his hand. If that can send me into a spiraling mess of goo, then I want the real thing and experience what that can do.
Screw foreplay… Mark me already.
Marked
Colton laughs at me, but my insane need must be waving at him and overwhelming him too, as he only stops to put on his condom and gets on top of me right away, no hesitation. Abandoning this slow and steady, for instant gratification.
“So maybe next time foreplay will be lengthier. You’re wet enough already that it shouldn’t hurt much, so maybe we should just get this done, and then the second time we can go slower… enjoy it without the tension.” He braces himself over the top of me, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against mine and I open my eyes to be faced with glowing amber eyes. The most gorgeous male I have ever known, nestling his body back onto mine. He doesn’t say anything, just a kiss on the end of my nose as he catches me unawares with a little smooth slide of his pelvis and completely enters me. It doesn’t give me time to tense up or expect it, just boom, he’s inside of me and I’m thankful it’s how he did it.
I gasp, as first the pleasure of him doing it, expands and stretches me out in ways I never knew could be so amazing within my own body, but then that sharp stab of pain as he completely buries himself within me, and almost knocks my breath away as I wince and shudder underneath him. A slicing, almost snap, of something that pangs through my abdomen, no more severe than a really bad one second period cramp, but enough to knock the wind out of my sails and the blood drains from my face. My moan turns to yelp, as my body stiffens and I go ridged in his arms instantly, afraid to move, or breathe. He pauses completely, before moving out of me slightly, and slowly, and rests down over me, coming to a complete stop. His eyes on mine intensely.
“You okay?” He leans in and kisses me tenderly on the mouth, seeking me out to make sure I am, as I wriggle my body and try to quickly recover from that burning sensation raveling up my belly and across my stomach. I only manage to move myself down, so that he slides back to where he was and the pain is replaced with a soothing warmth as he fills me again, and I moan under my breath at the reigniting pleasure.
“Don’t stop.” Breathing the words at him, clinging to his arms, closing my eyes tight and grip his biceps with fervor. He lowers his head once more and traces his tongue across my throat, distracting me for a second, igniting small sparks and goosebumps across my skin before he moves his hips and pushes into me once more. It’s the most pleasurable pain I’ve ever known. Stingy, a little tender, yet it fades with every stroke he makes, pushing in and out until he finds a slow rhythm and I adjust to better move with him. It’s uncomfortable with the first few, but as I seem to self-lubricate once more and his body grinds into mine, bringing us together properly, it changes to that waving sensual deliciousness that I felt when he used his hand.
My gasps turn to moans once more, the warmth soothing away the worst of the pain, although the slight burning inside dampens, and there is a tiny ache deep inside of me that is being massaged by Colton sliding in and out, in slow even thrusts. He kisses me, caresses my face with one hand, tracing my cheek, and eyebrow, and showers me with nibbles and small kisses across my jaw and mouth as he increases with speed and has me moaning, and groaning, and arching under him. Over and over, growing faster together, as the minutes tick by and he intensifies what it does to me as he gets a little more aggressive with his thrusts.
He strains over me, careful not to crush me under him and it leaves him free to move, focusing all his attention on the noises I’m making and adjusting to what he deems is something I like. It’s subtle changes in angle, rhythm, ferocity, as he feels me out, listens, and responds to my body, with the goal of making me enjoy this. He’s attentive, and I thank the fates they gave me a lover with a clue. I get that he probably wants to change position, but this works for me and I’m not at that stage of full immersion where I want to start experimenting. This is overwhelming enough, and feels good as is, and I don’t want to move in case it hurts again.
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