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Authors: Clarissa Wild
First Dance With You (New Adult Erotic Romance) - Short Story (3 page)
I bit my lip when he plunged another finger inside, dipping them in and out, while he was still furiously licking my pussy.
Everything was blocked out except for him and me. All I heard were my juices being sucked and his fingers working my pussy.
“You taste delicious
, Emily,” he said and suckled on my inner lips. “I hope you like it.”
“Oh, I’ve never … this is amazing!” I blurted out.
He chuckled and began kissing and licking faster, his strokes harder. His fingers dipped in and out of me, going with increasing speed each time. I was rising to a climax I’d never experienced in my life.
“Come for me, Emily,” he whispered, flicking my clit with his tongue and he circled around inside my pussy.
I let out a moan and a cry, all my senses directed to that one spot in my loin. And then the explosion came. It burned through me like a hot streak, firing up my core. I winced, my feet cramped up, my muscles contracting. I felt it all, the sensation setting me aflame.
He suckled on my knob until it was sore and dipped his tongue into my vagina, before retreating.
I was panting like I’d just run a marathon.
“Hmm,” he murmured and
I felt his hands squeeze my thighs before releasing me. Then he was gone.
I didn’t know where he’d
gone; I couldn’t see anything with the blindfold still covering my sweaty face. But then I heard noises in the background. Clothes dropping to the floor. An elastic band springing. His bare feet coming closer.
His warm hands were on my shoulders and he nudged me to lie down, gently directing me to the side
so my head was on the pillows. He came up beside me, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. I felt his lips on my skin, close to my breasts. He shortly suckled on my nipples, hardening them, then removed his lips again, leaving a sexy, wet spot.
“You’ve never seen a guy naked, have you?” he asked.
“No,” I muttered.
He chortled. “Guess you’ll have to find out how
I feel instead then, since you can’t see anything.”
My eyes widened hearing that. I knew he was on the bed right beside me, but I didn’t know what he was going to do and the mere thought was
already very arousing.
His fingers glided over my hand and he picked it up, guiding it toward his pectorals. He moved across his nipples using my fingers and slid down to his abs, hobbling over each bump. I bit my lip as he let go of my hand, letting me explore on my own.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and leaned on one, while the other skimmed its way across his torso. I touched every bit of skin I could reach; his trained abs, taut muscles, his belly button, his v-line. And then I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Don’t be scared. It’s not going to hurt you, you know,” he said. “Well, maybe only a little, but you’ll like it.” He laughed a bit.
I moved down, feeling his prickly, rugged skin, all the way to his pubic bone and then stopped, hesitating if I could do this.
“Touch it. I like it when you do. Go on.” His voice was insistent and gruff.
My hand slithered down until I reached his cock. It thumped under my touched. My finger slid over his foreskin and he hissed with pleasure. I giggled and felt my way around his member, stroking it with delight. I moved my hand across, from root to tip, and he groaned when I reached the head.
“Wow, you’re big,” I said.
“Really, thanks,” he said.
“Not that I have anything to compare i
t with.”
We both laughed and I heard him rip open a packet, then a slick sound, probably the condom sliding
over. He moved on top of me, lying down on my body. He kissed my lips, the smooth, gentle touch filled with passion, not just lust.
And then his dick slipped inside. I gasped, but he silenced me with a kiss. He gently pushed forward, taking it slow, letting me get comfortable with him. And oh lord … this fulfilled feeling. I didn’t know what I had been missing all this time.
He gradually increased his speed, cupping my breasts with one hand and squeezing it. He gave me quick pecks on my neck and my collar bone, while gliding in and out. It was big and hard, and it felt so yummy.
His member fluttered inside my pussy and he moaned into my mouth when he kissed me again. His tongue flicked around mine and I became more and more aroused. My feet curled around his body, opening the way for him to go deeper. He took the opportunity gratuitous.
His thrusts became faster as he squeezed into my flesh, making me moan. The pad of his thumb skidded across my bare, hard nipples and I dug my fingernails into his back. His breathing became ragged and his cock pulsated against my inner walls.
“Oh, god, yes!” he muttered and then I felt a warm spout inside me. He groaned and arched his back. His member continued pumping the seed and I felt it squeeze tight in my pussy.
A few thrusts and then he stopped, remaining inside me.
My god.
I just had sex. I’m no longer a virgin.
He slumped back down on top of me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, before slipping his cock out of me.
I was exhausted. Panting, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the lovely, hot feeling washing over me.
But then he got off.
I sat up straight. I wanted to take the black shawl around my head, but he stopped me. “Please, wait,” he said. I let my hands drop to the bed as he planted another kiss on my moist lips.
After he took his lips off, I heard the muffling sounds
of clothes being picked up. “You will see me again, I promise.”
T
hen a door opened and slammed shut again.
When he was gone, I fell down onto the bed and took the shawl off. I was naked. Filled to the brim with joy. Smiling a cheesy smile. This party was the best I’d ever had.
***
Becky didn’t even come home last night. I don’t know what she was doing, but I’m pretty sure it was something similar to my experience.
My mind was haunted by questions that needed answering. Who was the mysterious guy that had seduced me in the middle of the night? The same one that danced with me, coerced me into making love? I enjoyed every part of it and I needed to know who it was.
I sauntered out the door and went to Kev’s room to talk to him about it. I didn’t know what I was going to say, because it was a strange subject to talk about with a guy, even though he was my best friend and all.
When I arrived, Kevin sat on his bed, Ryan stood at the door.
“Hey, you guys can I
—”
I peeked over his shoulder. On Ryan’s bed lay a notebook with blue pages. On the table beside his bed was the mask that the stranger from last night had worn.
“It’s you!” I squealed and I took Ryan’s hands in mine.
“What?” he stammered.
“Sorry, Kev,” I said. He was gawking us and stood up.
I looked back at Ryan, who seemed confused. “That book, the note on my bed, your mask!” I pulled him to the hallway and took him to my room, dragging him along. I didn’t want Kevin to have to listen to this awkward conversation.
“It was you wasn’t it?” I said.
Ryan smiled and squinted at the same time.
“You swept me off my feet last night. I want to be with you. Would you be my boyfriend?” I said. I knew I sounded incredibly dumb, but I was so love struck, I just wanted to get it out there, in the open.
He flushed and put his hand behind his head. “Uh, yeah, sure. Cool,” he said. “But I have to go to class now.
Can we talk about this later?”
“Sure,” I said and hugged him tight. He was glowing red and I wondered if it was because of my straightforwardness. Then he left again in a hurry.
I heaved a sigh, turned around to face the window and thought about the wonderful sex we had last night.
Suddenly, I felt a finger drift along my neck, brushing aside my hair. A
warm breath soothed my skin and I closed my eyes, feeling his lips on me again.
“You’re back,” I muttered.
But when I turned around, it wasn’t Ryan. It was Kevin.
“What?” I stammered.
In his hand he held the mask. He raised it, placed it over his eyes, and I recognized the face that had given me the deepest, darkest pleasure.
For a moment there was only silence between us. I continued to stare at him, the man in the mask.
“How did you …” I said, my fingers trailing his jaws. His dark brown curls swirled around my fingers.
“It
was me the whole time, Emily.”
“But the note, and the mask, they were on his—”
“I accidentally put the mask there when I came home last night and Ryan borrowed my notebook.”
“Oh,” I said and gaped at his marvelous face, the fine ridges, his smooth, but rugged skin. The brown curls that
framed his face and his beautiful smile. Why had I never seen this side of him before?
He took the mask off again and threw it to the floor.
“I wanted you, always, Emily.” He placed his hands on my sides, leaving warm spots that made me shudder. “When you said you only saw me as a friend, I thought I had no chance. But then you went to the party and I thought it was the only way I could make you see me.”
“I do see you,” I said and I hooked my arms around his neck.
“But why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I was afraid that you’d reject me.
That’s why I didn’t want you to see me last night, because I was afraid of how you would react. But when you came over this morning and thought it was Ryan, I just had to do something about it, before you were lost to me again.”
“
I didn’t know you had these feelings for me.”
His hands drifted to my back and he pulled me into his embrace, closing the gap between us. “Let me make it clear then.” He bent over and planted his lips firmly onto mine, giving me the kiss that I longed for since the night I first made love to him. It was really him. I’d recognize this kiss anywhere.
When our lips parted again, he gazed intensely into my eyes, as if he was waiting on me.
“You … We had sex,” I said, a smile appearing on my
face. “My first time,” I added and laughed.
He
chuckled. “I hope it was good.”
“Oh, my god, it was definitely good.
But it’s weird, thinking about it. I had sex with my best friend.”
He rested his forehead on mine. “Just a friend? Or more than just that?
”
I grinned. “More. Much more.”
He smiled, his eyes glinting with hope. I melted in his arms and pulled him in for another kiss. “I wish I’d known sooner,” I said.
“Hmm, well you know now, so what are you going to do about it?” He sa
id with a sly grin on his face.
“Tell Ryan he should find another girl,” I said with a wink. “And ask you if you want to be my boyf
riend.”
Kevin
chortled. “I do.” He picked me up and twirled me around in the room. He buckled from the weight and we both fell down onto my bed, still laughing. He was right on top of me, his warm breath tickling my skin.
“I love you, Emily,” he said, taking a strand of my hair and tucking it behind my ear.
“I love you too,” I said and caressed his arm with my index finger.
Our love was sealed with a kiss. If it wasn’t for the dance, I would’ve never known what Kevin really felt for me. Both of our deepest desires came true last night. This time however, it would never end.
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THE END OF
FIRST DANCE WITH YOU
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