Sliding my panties down over my hips, I left them on the floor, moving to stand beside Mr. Nolan’s bed, my heart pounding, the heat and tingling between my legs too incredible to ignore. I didn’t say anything, but he sensed me there, I think, because he startled even before he opened his eyes and saw me.
“Leah!” His instinct was to cover himself, but he was laying on the made bed, and his fingers futilely grasped the top of the comforter caught underneath his weight.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, spreading my lips open, showing him in the dim, changing light from the television.
“No,” he said, shaking his head, but I saw that his erection hadn’t waned at all. In fact, it seemed to swell as I parted my pussy and looked down at him, his eyes staying glued between my legs.
I slid a finger inside, then another, seeing his face change, caught between pleasure and pain. Then his hand moved between his legs to squeeze his cock, and I smiled.
“I’m not a little girl anymore,” I insisted, reaching for the edge of my t-shirt with wet fingers and peeling it off, pulling it over my head and letting it drop to the floor.
“Oh Leah,” he breathed, his eyes inching their way up my narrow waist, over the soft swell of my breasts, to meet mine.
“Am I pretty?” I bit my lip and ran my fingertips over my belly, circling my hardening nipples.
He groaned, his response hoarse. “Yes.”
“Do you want me?” My fingers trailed between my legs and I opened myself for him again.
“Yes.” His eyes closed against it, but I was still there when he opened them a moment later, my fingers working my clit in little circles.
“It feels good,” I whispered, rubbing it faster. “Touching it right here.”
“Yes.” He nodded, licking his lips and watching. His hand was moving on his cock again.
I moaned, reaching my other hand up to tug at my nipple, closing my eyes for a moment as I touched myself. It felt so good, too good to stop, and the minute I got lost in the darkness, I heard everything more clearly-the movie in the background, the soft sounds of lust, Mr. Nolan’s hand moving up and down his shaft and the wet sound of my fingers between my lips.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Mr. Nolan reaching for me, his fingers outstretched towards my pussy, but not touching. My heart skipped and my pussy clenched and I pressed forward so his fingers brushed my pubic hair.
“Feels good when someone rubs it for me.” I slid my fingers out from between my lips and nudged my mound toward his hand. He shook his head, swallowing, but he found me, making me gasp when his fingers sank into my flesh, exploring the soft, smooth walls inside.
“Yessss,” I moaned when his big thumb moved over my clit, back and forth, his fingers stretching me open.
The hand moving on his cock had slowed as he concentrated between my legs, making me rock and whimper against his hand. When I leaned over to touch him, grasping the shaft and rubbing the tip with my thumb, he gasped, his fingers pressing up into me hard. I wanted to make him feel good, too, and I pulled my long, dark hair out of the way as I leaned over to kiss the tip of his cock.
“Oh Leah,” he groaned as I twisted my body, trying to take him into my mouth from this angle. I could only get the tip in, sucking hard, making him jump.
Frustrated, I put a knee on the bed, looking for a better position.
“Come here.” His hand slipped out of my wetness, making me cry out, wanting his fingers back.
He was pulling me, his hands on my hips, making me straddle his chest. I could reach his cock easily like this, and my mouth slipped over the head, exploring it with my tongue. He made a low noise, grabbing my ass in his hands and pulling me back.
“Oh god!” I cried when his mouth moved between my legs, his tongue searching, hungry, between my lips. I tried to hold myself up, away from him a little, worried that he couldn’t breathe, but he wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me in tight.
Groaning against my pussy, he started to lick and suck at me like he couldn’t get enough, no rhyme or reason to it, just pure lust on the tip of his tongue. I gasped and rocked, my fingers squeezing his cock, my mouth just over the head, liking the smooth, spongy feeling of it between my lips.
His fingers found me again, spreading me open, plunging inside. I twisted and bucked on top of him, feeling him suck my clit into his mouth, the sensation beyond heaven. I moaned, licking and sucking around that ridge of flesh at the tip of him-the better his tongue made me feel, the faster I pumped his cock into my mouth.
“Mr. Nolan,” I whispered, my hand stopping on him, tightening, feeling my pussy beginning to contract. “Oh that’s it!”
He groaned, sucking and licking at my pussy as I came, spreading me wide as I flooded him with my juices. The sensation made me gasp and arch and squirm against his face, not caring anymore if he could breathe, just riding the wave of my climax.
When it was over, I rested my cheek against his thigh, panting and breathless, awkward now in this position. I struggled to climb off him and he helped me so that I was lying next to him on the bed, his face near mine. I realized that I had never even kissed him, but that didn’t last long, because he was pulling my mouth to his, his tongue searching for mine.
I couldn’t breathe, he was kissing me so hard, pulling me so I was stretched out on top of him now, his hands everywhere at once. It went on for a long time like that, kissing and touching, our mouths exploring, but all the while I was extremely aware of his hard cock trapped between our slick bellies.
When he dipped his head down to capture one of my nipples, I moaned, arching, my fingers gripping his hair. His tongue made circles, his hands cupping my breasts, and then we were rolling, him on top of me, his arms holding his weight off as he sucked and tongued my nipples. It was making me crazy with longing, and I could feel his cock lower, now, resting between my legs.
“Please,” I moaned, reaching down to touch him. He was throbbing in my hand, like steel heat. I rubbed him over my pussy, and the sensation made me shiver and rub faster. He groaned, kissing me, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth.
“Whoa,” he whispered, breaking our kiss, as I spread my legs wide and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy, right there, the place where I knew he could slide inside.
“Please!” I rocked my hips, squeezing my pussy around just the head of his cock.
“Are you sure?” His eyes met mine in the dimness.
I nodded, my hands running down over his back and my legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him into me.
“Okay,” he murmured, taking my hands and putting them above my head.
He grasped my wrists in one hand, pinning them there. Puzzled, I looked up at him, feeling the shift of his cockhead between my lips.
“This is your first time.” It wasn’t a question-he said it like he knew, and I nodded.
“This… may hurt a little,” he explained, shifting forward as he said it, and I gasped, his cock enormous as it pressed its way into my flesh. “Only at first…”
“Ohhhh!” I cried, feeling something stretch and burn between my legs, and I struggled under him, but he kept his hold on my wrists, murmuring something into my ear to calm me.
“It’s okay.” He kissed my cheek, but he didn’t stop, pressing forward more and more, filling me with such an intense pressure I could barely stand it.
“Wait, oh god!” I squirmed under him, looking for a way out, until he was buried all the way inside of me, resting there, both of us panting with the effort.
“Mr. Nolan, please!”
“It’s okay,” he whispered again, letting my hands go, and I grasped his upper arms, the fullness between my legs so incredible I thought I would die.
“Touch yourself, Leah. Show me, like you did before.” Whimpering, I reached my hand down between us, unable to believe that I could feel good there again with him stretching me open so wide, but my pussy was wet, and I found my clit, rubbing it a little.