chin almost touches my chest. I close my eyes and let the zinging warmth of his touch filter through me. When he stops I lift my head and gaze down into his imploring eyes. He hooks his thumbs in my waistband as he stares back up at me. “I’m gonna take ‘em off, okay?” he whispers.
I nod almost mechanically, then squeeze my eyes shut as he slides the panties down my legs and helps me balance as I step out of them. He holds onto my hips and murmurs my name. Grudgingly I open my eyes again. “You’re gorgeous,” he says. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? Understand?”
I nod, relaxing my shoulders to some degree as I process his generous words. He keeps his eyes glued to mine as his right hand moves, touching the lips first, then probing deeper to find my swollen clit. He rubs in a gentle rhythm that makes me feel weak in the knees – in fact, yes, I’m going to keel over if I stay standing like this .
Seeming to sense my imminent collapse, Kyle slides his hand around my butt and grasps firmly at the back of my thigh, nudging me forward. He stops stroking only long enough to position me on my back on the sofa with one knee bent, then lies alongside me as his fingers resume their motion. When he slips a finger inside me a knot of something amorphous and amazing begins to unravel at the center of my being.
“You’re so wet,” says Kyle, looking down now, watching as one finger slides in and out of me while the others continue to circle my clit. “Let me know if I’m hurting you, all right?” he asks. I nod, and he goes on to insert two fingers, twisting as he eases them into my opening. The increase in pressure that stems from the added girth feels a touch painful at first; I hold my breath and wait for the discomfort to ease.
“Christ,” mutters Kyle. My eyelids fly open as I worry I may have done something wrong.
“What?” I ask.
“No, nothing, you’re just so tight ,” he says. “Does it hurt?”
I bite my lip and give a miniscule shake of my head, knowing if I admit to the discomfort he’ll stop… I don’t want him to stop.
He plunges his fingers all the way in and back out, pumping into me. After a moment the ache subsides, and it begins to feel vaguely pleasurable.
“Kyle?” I ask after a minute. My voice sounds strange even to my own ears, having taken on a sort of strangled quality.
“Yeah?” he asks, his fingers grinding to a halt inside me.
“That feels really good…” I begin, “but could you go back to rubbing the…outside?”
He grins. “Of course.” He lowers his voice to a husky whisper as he leans his forehead against mine and adds, “Never feel afraid to ask for what you want.”
He goes back to kneading infinitesimal circles into my clit. It feels even better this time, since his fingers are slick from being inside me. The fire that started as a slow burn the moment his fingers came in contact with my center builds rapidly into a full-blown inferno that threatens to spill from my every pore. I ride the flaming upsurge that licks and churns through my body, racing toward the impending explosion and crying out when it finally comes, rendering me breathless as it crashes over me in multiple waves. My head snaps back and my back arches off the cushion beneath me as paroxysms of rapture tear through me. Kyle tightens his grip on me, grinding harder against me until my release is complete.
Kyle – 11:45 PM
M y first thought earlier had been to use my tongue on Tawny, but selfishly I’d opted for using my fingers instead just so I could watch her. I must say, witnessing her orgasm was entirely worth it – my dick got hard again the minute she started writhing against my hand and this animalistic moan ripped from the back of her throat.
And fuck, she was so tight . I’d sort of assumed she was a virgin – that was right up until the last time she came over. The way she took
I nod almost mechanically, then squeeze my eyes shut as he slides the panties down my legs and helps me balance as I step out of them. He holds onto my hips and murmurs my name. Grudgingly I open my eyes again. “You’re gorgeous,” he says. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? Understand?”
I nod, relaxing my shoulders to some degree as I process his generous words. He keeps his eyes glued to mine as his right hand moves, touching the lips first, then probing deeper to find my swollen clit. He rubs in a gentle rhythm that makes me feel weak in the knees – in fact, yes, I’m going to keel over if I stay standing like this .
Seeming to sense my imminent collapse, Kyle slides his hand around my butt and grasps firmly at the back of my thigh, nudging me forward. He stops stroking only long enough to position me on my back on the sofa with one knee bent, then lies alongside me as his fingers resume their motion. When he slips a finger inside me a knot of something amorphous and amazing begins to unravel at the center of my being.
“You’re so wet,” says Kyle, looking down now, watching as one finger slides in and out of me while the others continue to circle my clit. “Let me know if I’m hurting you, all right?” he asks. I nod, and he goes on to insert two fingers, twisting as he eases them into my opening. The increase in pressure that stems from the added girth feels a touch painful at first; I hold my breath and wait for the discomfort to ease.
“Christ,” mutters Kyle. My eyelids fly open as I worry I may have done something wrong.
“What?” I ask.
“No, nothing, you’re just so tight ,” he says. “Does it hurt?”
I bite my lip and give a miniscule shake of my head, knowing if I admit to the discomfort he’ll stop… I don’t want him to stop.
He plunges his fingers all the way in and back out, pumping into me. After a moment the ache subsides, and it begins to feel vaguely pleasurable.
“Kyle?” I ask after a minute. My voice sounds strange even to my own ears, having taken on a sort of strangled quality.
“Yeah?” he asks, his fingers grinding to a halt inside me.
“That feels really good…” I begin, “but could you go back to rubbing the…outside?”
He grins. “Of course.” He lowers his voice to a husky whisper as he leans his forehead against mine and adds, “Never feel afraid to ask for what you want.”
He goes back to kneading infinitesimal circles into my clit. It feels even better this time, since his fingers are slick from being inside me. The fire that started as a slow burn the moment his fingers came in contact with my center builds rapidly into a full-blown inferno that threatens to spill from my every pore. I ride the flaming upsurge that licks and churns through my body, racing toward the impending explosion and crying out when it finally comes, rendering me breathless as it crashes over me in multiple waves. My head snaps back and my back arches off the cushion beneath me as paroxysms of rapture tear through me. Kyle tightens his grip on me, grinding harder against me until my release is complete.
Kyle – 11:45 PM
M y first thought earlier had been to use my tongue on Tawny, but selfishly I’d opted for using my fingers instead just so I could watch her. I must say, witnessing her orgasm was entirely worth it – my dick got hard again the minute she started writhing against my hand and this animalistic moan ripped from the back of her throat.
And fuck, she was so tight . I’d sort of assumed she was a virgin – that was right up until the last time she came over. The way she took
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