I took a deep breath and hesitated. I was a good girl who wanted so desperately to be bad. Here he was, the object of my fingering desires, pressed against me, his manhood thrust hard into my thigh, my towel and his jeans the only thing standing between my fantasy and the loss of my virginity. It was too much and I briefly prayed my sister would never find out.
I pressed my lips firmly against his and devoured his mouth in a way I had only seen in the movies. His hands released their grip and snaked down to caress the curves of my body. His manly grip sunk deep into my hips and waist as he pulled me into him, thrusting himself forward and grinding his bulging hunger further into my thigh. Backed against the wall, I surrendered to his strength, allowing him to explore just how vulnerable I was to his charm.
My towel fell to the floor as I clutched the back of his neck and pulled him into our tangled kiss. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, entwining mine with hasty lust, gasping for breaths between our kisses. He pushed my wet hair away from my face, pulling it behind my back as his fingers clawed my arch on their way down to clench my ass. I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
“This is bad,” I whispered between breaths.
“I know,” he groaned back, ripping his jeans open at the fly to release the pressure building under their restraint.
He took my hand and shoved it inside his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any boxers and my palm instantly met the tender, warm head of his eager manhood. He flinched under my touch and then thrust himself into my grip. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pulled him from his jeans. He wiggled his body from their hold around his hips and they dropped to his mid thigh. I anxiously stroked him, caressing every inch of his strength. He was everything I had imagined. His brawn was not only hidden beneath his shirt, but further south as well.
“Oh my God,” I moaned as I realized just how big he was.
His hand slipped between my thighs and pushed them apart, making room for his approach. He cupped my femininity, slyly slipping his middle finger between my precious lips to feel the wetness between them.
“You’re so wet,” he mumbled as he nibbled on my mouth. “I knew you were naughty.”
That warm tingle returned, seeping between my legs and up into my stomach. It was an equal mix of nervous anticipation and guilt. I wanted his so bad, but I was scared and timid. I had never been with a man before. The only thing that had ever penetrated my purity prior to this were my fingers just an hour before. My hormones were racing and my body was reacting to him in ways I didn’t know possible. My hips thrust toward him, my thighs spread and I wanted him to touch me. I couldn’t get close enough.
Panting with an unquenchable thirst for more, I let him slip his fingers inside me. Paving a path within my moist passage, he burrowed his fingers deep, almost lifting me up where I stood. I squealed and relinquished any resistance. Twisting and plunging, he explored my tenderness, encouraging me to secrete with pleasure. My supple body bounced with his rhythm as he moved his kisses south to my breasts. Flicking the pink peaks of my nipples with his tongue, he urged me to give in to his seduction. With my flesh in his mouth and his fingers inside me, I finally succumbed to his desires.
“I’m a bad girl,” I assured him.
“Yes, you are,” he reminded me, penetrating me with a hurts-so-good thrust of his hand. “You’re a very bad girl.”
“Uh huh,” I managed to say as I tried to breath. I was intoxicated by his seduction.
“Are you going to show me how bad you are?” he asked, making it more of a statement than a question.
“Uh huh,” I agreed again. I was at a loss for words, sinking into his body helplessly.
“That’s what I want to hear,” he groaned again. “Now show me.”
I lifted my hand to my mouth and slipped my fingers inside my mouth, moistening them with my saliva. I slowly lowered them and placed them on his plump tip, circling around his head. He moaned as I leisurely knelt before him, sliding his shaft between my soft breasts. I looked up at him with a longing stare, stroking him as I squeezed his girth inside my suppleness. With every stroke, I looked into his green eyes, hungrily, kissing his head as it got closer to my lips with each stroke. His eagerness to feel the warm embrace of my mouth got the best of him and he lifted his hips to reach it. I finally took his succulent head in my mouth, my tongue teasing his tender skin. His hand guided my head and pushed me hard into his rigid member, filling my mouth. I fought for air as he thrust down my throat and retreated.
“Mmm,” is all that escaped his lips.
I was hungry for him. Filling my mouth was not satiating my yearning desire to please him. I kissed him softly, licking the rim of his tip and sliding my lips back down around him a few more times. Once he was sufficiently revved up, I stood up and turned around. His hands clawed at my curves, bending me forward into the wall. I braced myself, spread my legs, and guided him by his shaft toward me. The soft skin of his ripe head slipped between my pink mounds, gliding effortlessly between them. I took a deep breath and released the swelling tension of my most secret of places. His roundness tucked inside the inner rim of my feminine embrace and paused momentarily.
“No one ever finds out about this,” he whispered, reminding me that our tryst was sinful. My hair clung to my back as he brushed it aside and bit my neck feverishly. I fell under his devilish spell once more and gave myself to him.
“No,” I assured him. “Never!” There was a guilty pleasure quickly seducing my heart, as I crossed it to prove my secrecy. I was breathless.
He pushed himself inside me, slowly widening my tight tenderness to allow his plunging manhood a full introduction to my virgin blossom. I could feel every inch of his manliness filling my pinkness, squeezing into my taut passage, mining for more. I moaned aloud, squealing in pleasure and pain. He reached up and covered my mouth, silencing my shrill voice.
“Shhh,” he soothed me. “I’ll be gentle.”
Every pulsating inch of his vessel was inside me as I clamped down around him, holding him in place. With a slow and steady stroke, he pulled away, leaving a narrow path of swollen thirst in his wake. I bucked up against him, thrusting him back inside.
“Oh, you like that?” he asked rhetorically, grabbing my hair like reigns and pulling away again. “I knew you were the bad sister!”
My round ass bent toward him, begging for him to fill me again. He taunted me, teasing my quivering clit with his head. Gliding through my slit and circling his tip around my awaiting hollow, he snaked in and retracted over and over again, never fully entering me to quench my burning desire. I bucked again, thrusting my hips back forcefully as I swallowed him with an eagerness to finally be taken.
“Take me,” I begged him, giving him permission to make love to my body any which way he pleased.
And just like that, Andrew cinched my hips in his strong grip and whisked me around to the counter where my tea still steeped. Propping me up and setting me on the counter, he spread my legs and guided his shaft between them. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him into me. A solid stroke to the depths of my virginity made me squeal again.
He pressed his hands down on my shoulders to meet my resistance and plunged inside me again, filling my pleasure walls to the brim with his flesh. The pressure inside my hips sent chills up my spine as my skin chilled under his touch. My ripe nipples hardened on my pert breasts, calling for his kisses. He cupped my breast and took my flesh in his mouth again, kissing and suckling among his groans.
“You’re so tight,” he exclaimed, his voice muffled.
I was too high on sexual ecstasy to reply. Something deep inside me was happening. Tiny tremors of tingling bliss were forming. I was swelling inside as my tenderness palpitated against his shaft. I was sensing a crescendo of orgasmic proportions pulsating through my veins. My heart raced, my body shuttered and my voice squeaked as a waterfall of heavenly delight exploded around him, seeping down his manhood. This only excited him more as he grew within my moist hug, gliding slowly against my intensity.