completely with the kissing, the sucking, the pinching, it was all almost too much.
Where’d this boy learn all this and why had I waited so long to indulge? That’s what I wanted to know.
We were molded together—you couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. But when he sucked down on my nipple once more, I couldn’t hold off.
Thrashing around beneath him with total futility, his hands held me in place tightly against him and mattress. With a tingling that started in my toes and settled in my tummy, I literally screamed Jameson’s name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.
Forget the porno audition.
Apparently , I was now trying out for the opera.
Jameson chuckled against me, my breathing turned to something resembling a woman in child labor or an animal in heat. It’d been way to long since I had sex that’s for sure.
I soon realized Jameson was past the point of stopping or being able to go slow as his breathing was turning from heavy to panting gasps—grunting with each movement. My head hit the headboard with each thrust while his hands moved from my hips to the pillow behind my head, grasping it tightly as he prepared himself.
I wanted to stop time, slow this down and make it last forever but I knew I couldn’t. After waiting for so long for this, it seemed to be fleeting quickly. I kept thinking I was dreaming until he would move or say something, his voice bringing me back, and I realized it was happening.
“Oh god Sway,” he grunted, his body trembling for control, I knew the feeling. “shit ... I’m sorry ... can’t hold on any longer ... ” his head fell against my shoulder his teeth sinking into my skin as he threw himself into his movements. “ Fuck ,” he cried out.
My legs wrapped around his waist and I held onto him anywhere I could, desperate to make this last longer.
He gasped, his body jerking, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as his forehead rested against mine.
A few thoughts ran through my mind at that point. The first was, at least he didn’t squeal like a pig, Mike Tanner, a past fuck did and I was very alarmed by that. And secondly, hot damn we just had sex.
Collapsing on top of me, his head turned to the side, his ear pressed against my racing heart. We laid there, breathing as if we just ran a marathon, which we kind of did, when Jameson rolled moving the sheets over us.
Once he pulled out, I felt as though a cold breeze blew over me at the lack of contact between us. He surprised me though. He didn’t go far, just slid to the side and tugged my body against his trailing kisses across my shoulder.
He cuddles after sex?
If possible, I think I just fell further in love with him.
After a couple minutes, I felt him smile pressing a kiss into my hair. “Why were we not doing that from the beginning?”
“You’re so weird.” Tossing my arms over my face attempting to mask my embarrassment and any chance at crying, I shook my head. “Because, we were eleven you pervert.”
He just chuckled but said nothing more.
Moments passed and the surge of adrenaline mixed with anxiety and fear overwhelmed me. Suddenly I felt sick as tears threatened again. I wouldn’t cry though, I wouldn’t let myself. If anything, I’d blame it on allergies or something just as ridiculous.
Would he regret this in the morning? Was all my brain focused on.
Moments passed where we remained, the fear embedded further with no relief.
From the morning light coming in through the cracks in the curtains, I could vaguely make out his expression.
Lying on his back, arms contently resting on his stomach, I steadied his sedated breathing. His left hand rose to run through his hair.
What really caught my attention was the intensity marking his gaze. His eyes were open staring at the ceiling, the restlessness returned, as did that vulnerability. I couldn’t stop my mind from convincing me he’d regret it. Maybe that’s why he wanted me to tell him to stop.
Once Jameson was asleep, I
Where’d this boy learn all this and why had I waited so long to indulge? That’s what I wanted to know.
We were molded together—you couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. But when he sucked down on my nipple once more, I couldn’t hold off.
Thrashing around beneath him with total futility, his hands held me in place tightly against him and mattress. With a tingling that started in my toes and settled in my tummy, I literally screamed Jameson’s name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.
Forget the porno audition.
Apparently , I was now trying out for the opera.
Jameson chuckled against me, my breathing turned to something resembling a woman in child labor or an animal in heat. It’d been way to long since I had sex that’s for sure.
I soon realized Jameson was past the point of stopping or being able to go slow as his breathing was turning from heavy to panting gasps—grunting with each movement. My head hit the headboard with each thrust while his hands moved from my hips to the pillow behind my head, grasping it tightly as he prepared himself.
I wanted to stop time, slow this down and make it last forever but I knew I couldn’t. After waiting for so long for this, it seemed to be fleeting quickly. I kept thinking I was dreaming until he would move or say something, his voice bringing me back, and I realized it was happening.
“Oh god Sway,” he grunted, his body trembling for control, I knew the feeling. “shit ... I’m sorry ... can’t hold on any longer ... ” his head fell against my shoulder his teeth sinking into my skin as he threw himself into his movements. “ Fuck ,” he cried out.
My legs wrapped around his waist and I held onto him anywhere I could, desperate to make this last longer.
He gasped, his body jerking, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as his forehead rested against mine.
A few thoughts ran through my mind at that point. The first was, at least he didn’t squeal like a pig, Mike Tanner, a past fuck did and I was very alarmed by that. And secondly, hot damn we just had sex.
Collapsing on top of me, his head turned to the side, his ear pressed against my racing heart. We laid there, breathing as if we just ran a marathon, which we kind of did, when Jameson rolled moving the sheets over us.
Once he pulled out, I felt as though a cold breeze blew over me at the lack of contact between us. He surprised me though. He didn’t go far, just slid to the side and tugged my body against his trailing kisses across my shoulder.
He cuddles after sex?
If possible, I think I just fell further in love with him.
After a couple minutes, I felt him smile pressing a kiss into my hair. “Why were we not doing that from the beginning?”
“You’re so weird.” Tossing my arms over my face attempting to mask my embarrassment and any chance at crying, I shook my head. “Because, we were eleven you pervert.”
He just chuckled but said nothing more.
Moments passed and the surge of adrenaline mixed with anxiety and fear overwhelmed me. Suddenly I felt sick as tears threatened again. I wouldn’t cry though, I wouldn’t let myself. If anything, I’d blame it on allergies or something just as ridiculous.
Would he regret this in the morning? Was all my brain focused on.
Moments passed where we remained, the fear embedded further with no relief.
From the morning light coming in through the cracks in the curtains, I could vaguely make out his expression.
Lying on his back, arms contently resting on his stomach, I steadied his sedated breathing. His left hand rose to run through his hair.
What really caught my attention was the intensity marking his gaze. His eyes were open staring at the ceiling, the restlessness returned, as did that vulnerability. I couldn’t stop my mind from convincing me he’d regret it. Maybe that’s why he wanted me to tell him to stop.
Once Jameson was asleep, I
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