me back onto his jacket.
I want him so badly, but his clothes are in the way, and with an animal desire I've never felt before, I tug at his shirt, desperate to get it out of his pants and to feel his skin pressed against mine. I'm nearly sobbing in pleasure and frustration when Cory kisses my right breast, sucking my nipple between his lips and causing the world to explode in fireworks of sensation. The fire between my thighs is nearly unbearable, and I can't believe how good this feels. “Cory . . . I need you . . .”
“Shh,” he repeats. “Let’s just enjoy this.” He lifts my right foot and moves between my legs. He sees the hunger in my eyes and pauses, unbuttoning the top three buttons on his shirt before pulling it over his head, tossing it onto the grass beside us. He's beautiful in the moonlight, his body lean and long-muscled, athletic without the bulk of all the football players that I've been surrounded by for the past twenty-four hours. It's everything I imagined in my fantasies, but even better, because he's here, and he's real. Cory's handsome and athletic in a way that fans the passion inside me, but most of all, it's his eyes that burn into me and the desire in them that tell me everything I need to know.
He runs his hands up my thighs, pushing my dress higher so that it's now nothing more than a band of fabric between my breasts and my waist, looking down at my soaked panties. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and looks into my eyes, waiting for my silent approval before he eases them down and off, leaving me exposed and open to him. He gathers my panties in his hand and brings them up, inhaling the aroma before smiling and setting them aside.
He reaches forward and cups my mound, his hand gentle and strong. I'm shocked, gasping at how good it feels. This is better than any fantasy with a toy or even touching myself. This is real. This is Cory.
His finger slips between my lips, and I moan softly, feeling him caress my inner flesh and deep places. I want him so badly, but he's being patient, opening my body slowly. He knows it's been a long time, probably for both of us, and in his caresses, I can feel that he wants to take care of me, to hold me and give me everything my heart desires.
I'm lost in the warm ripples of pleasure that come from his finger stroking up and down my lips, never quite reaching the nub at the top but coming close, teasing me, until I hear a zipper, and Cory shifts again, pushing his pants down. I look down, and he's even better than my fantasy, long and just the right thickness that I know he'll reach all the secret places inside me.
Cory shifts again, grabbing for the foil packet and ripping it open with his teeth, leaving me in agonizing anticipation. He rolls it on effortlessly and lines himself up with me, and I feel a surge within me as he strokes the head of his cock between my lips, gathering the wetness there and smearing it around the tip. He shudders, and I realize . . . he has been saving himself. He's been saving himself for me, for this one moment, and in that instant, I love him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him forward.
The feeling of his cock sinking into me is the greatest pleasure I've ever felt in my life. He goes so slowly, each of us savoring every precious bit, and as he settles deep within me, Cory takes my hands, his fingers entwining with mine and his eyes finding mine.
He pulls back, thrusting slowly in again, and I'm caught in a wave as with every slow, tender stroke, my idea of perfection keeps getting pushed higher and higher. His cock is perfect, thrusting in and out in a steadily increasing pace, our bodies moving together.
Cory leans down and we kiss again, our lips and our bodies joined and creating a loop of warm pleasure as he plunges in and out now, taking me and claiming me as his. I let go of his hands and wrap my arms around his back, urging him on, and he responds, faster and harder.
“Cory . . . yes, yes . .
I want him so badly, but his clothes are in the way, and with an animal desire I've never felt before, I tug at his shirt, desperate to get it out of his pants and to feel his skin pressed against mine. I'm nearly sobbing in pleasure and frustration when Cory kisses my right breast, sucking my nipple between his lips and causing the world to explode in fireworks of sensation. The fire between my thighs is nearly unbearable, and I can't believe how good this feels. “Cory . . . I need you . . .”
“Shh,” he repeats. “Let’s just enjoy this.” He lifts my right foot and moves between my legs. He sees the hunger in my eyes and pauses, unbuttoning the top three buttons on his shirt before pulling it over his head, tossing it onto the grass beside us. He's beautiful in the moonlight, his body lean and long-muscled, athletic without the bulk of all the football players that I've been surrounded by for the past twenty-four hours. It's everything I imagined in my fantasies, but even better, because he's here, and he's real. Cory's handsome and athletic in a way that fans the passion inside me, but most of all, it's his eyes that burn into me and the desire in them that tell me everything I need to know.
He runs his hands up my thighs, pushing my dress higher so that it's now nothing more than a band of fabric between my breasts and my waist, looking down at my soaked panties. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and looks into my eyes, waiting for my silent approval before he eases them down and off, leaving me exposed and open to him. He gathers my panties in his hand and brings them up, inhaling the aroma before smiling and setting them aside.
He reaches forward and cups my mound, his hand gentle and strong. I'm shocked, gasping at how good it feels. This is better than any fantasy with a toy or even touching myself. This is real. This is Cory.
His finger slips between my lips, and I moan softly, feeling him caress my inner flesh and deep places. I want him so badly, but he's being patient, opening my body slowly. He knows it's been a long time, probably for both of us, and in his caresses, I can feel that he wants to take care of me, to hold me and give me everything my heart desires.
I'm lost in the warm ripples of pleasure that come from his finger stroking up and down my lips, never quite reaching the nub at the top but coming close, teasing me, until I hear a zipper, and Cory shifts again, pushing his pants down. I look down, and he's even better than my fantasy, long and just the right thickness that I know he'll reach all the secret places inside me.
Cory shifts again, grabbing for the foil packet and ripping it open with his teeth, leaving me in agonizing anticipation. He rolls it on effortlessly and lines himself up with me, and I feel a surge within me as he strokes the head of his cock between my lips, gathering the wetness there and smearing it around the tip. He shudders, and I realize . . . he has been saving himself. He's been saving himself for me, for this one moment, and in that instant, I love him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him forward.
The feeling of his cock sinking into me is the greatest pleasure I've ever felt in my life. He goes so slowly, each of us savoring every precious bit, and as he settles deep within me, Cory takes my hands, his fingers entwining with mine and his eyes finding mine.
He pulls back, thrusting slowly in again, and I'm caught in a wave as with every slow, tender stroke, my idea of perfection keeps getting pushed higher and higher. His cock is perfect, thrusting in and out in a steadily increasing pace, our bodies moving together.
Cory leans down and we kiss again, our lips and our bodies joined and creating a loop of warm pleasure as he plunges in and out now, taking me and claiming me as his. I let go of his hands and wrap my arms around his back, urging him on, and he responds, faster and harder.
“Cory . . . yes, yes . .
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