first—my only.
He makes his way back up to my mouth, but his hands are slowly moving down. His finger slips under my shirt, and he draws tiny circles on my stomach. He’s driving me crazy, and he’s barely touched me. I turn my head to the side to catch my breath, but grab his hand to move it up toward my chest while keeping the skin on skin contact. He hesitates for only a second before he starts to massage my naked breast, then runs his fingernail over my nipple. I gasp at the feeling that travels down my stomach to my core. Fuck, I’m so close to coming.
He lifts his head and looks at me with hooded eyes. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I reach out for him and run my hands up under his shirt. Holy shit, his chest feels better than I had imagined. I’ve seen it a million times, but touching him like this is unbelievable. I move my hands back down to the bottom of his shirt, and push them up gradually. “Please, take it off.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s thick with lust and desire.
I don’t have to tell him twice. He leans back on his knees, reaches one hand behind his neck and pulls it off. His muscles flex in a way that has my mouth watering. He throws the shirt on the floor and reaches to take mine off. His eyes meet mine like he’s asking permission. I nod slowly and bite my lip. That draws his eyes to my mouth and makes his eyes heat. Before I know it, my shirt is ripped off and thrown somewhere behind him, then he’s on me again. I cradle him between my legs while he has one hand on my breast and the other fisted in my hair, pulling me into another dizzying kiss.
I can feel his hard length pressing into my core and it feels so good I let out a long, dragged-out moan. “Oh, God.” I rock my hips to meet him, which causes his grip in my hair to tighten almost painfully.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.” He moves his head down and latches his hot mouth on my nipple. His teeth scrape against it with the right amount of pleasure and pain.
His hand slides down my side and inside my panties. Oh my God, yes, please touch me! He doesn’t disappoint. I feel the tip of his finger make contact with my clit first, then he starts to slowly rub in small circles. I've never touched myself before, so the feelings his fingers are bringing out in me are overwhelming to say the least, but in a good way.
I start to move my hips in rhythm with his movements, making the sensation triple in strength. Oh shit, this feels so good.
Zane moves his hand further into my panties, then brings the tip of his finger to my entrance. He slowly starts to push inside until I let out a loud moan. Hearing that, Zane starts to pump into me faster, then adds another finger. I feel so full and complete with him inside me, though I wish it were something else instead of his fingers.
Not wanting to be the only one feeling this good, I slip my hands down his pants. I must be bolder with the pleasure flowing through my veins. I start to stroke him, causing him to curse, then pick up speed with his fingers.
“I’m gonna come, Zane. Oh my God, it feels so good, please don’t stop!” He makes a sound that’s a cross between a moan and a growl, and it’s so sexy I think the sound alone makes me come.
As my orgasm starts, he lets go of my nipple and drowns my screams in his mouth. It feels like a live wire is connected to my lower limbs and fireworks are going off behind my eyelids. He slows his thrusting fingers, but doesn’t stop kissing me.
I can’t believe I just had my first orgasm. Not only my first orgasm, but it was given to me by Zane. It's lame, but the only thing that keeps running through my head is that dreams really do come true.
My body goes slack and our kiss slows. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says breathlessly as he pushes hair out of my face. I should probably feel disgusting with my hair soaked with sweat, and embarrassed with his fingers still inside me, but
He makes his way back up to my mouth, but his hands are slowly moving down. His finger slips under my shirt, and he draws tiny circles on my stomach. He’s driving me crazy, and he’s barely touched me. I turn my head to the side to catch my breath, but grab his hand to move it up toward my chest while keeping the skin on skin contact. He hesitates for only a second before he starts to massage my naked breast, then runs his fingernail over my nipple. I gasp at the feeling that travels down my stomach to my core. Fuck, I’m so close to coming.
He lifts his head and looks at me with hooded eyes. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I reach out for him and run my hands up under his shirt. Holy shit, his chest feels better than I had imagined. I’ve seen it a million times, but touching him like this is unbelievable. I move my hands back down to the bottom of his shirt, and push them up gradually. “Please, take it off.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s thick with lust and desire.
I don’t have to tell him twice. He leans back on his knees, reaches one hand behind his neck and pulls it off. His muscles flex in a way that has my mouth watering. He throws the shirt on the floor and reaches to take mine off. His eyes meet mine like he’s asking permission. I nod slowly and bite my lip. That draws his eyes to my mouth and makes his eyes heat. Before I know it, my shirt is ripped off and thrown somewhere behind him, then he’s on me again. I cradle him between my legs while he has one hand on my breast and the other fisted in my hair, pulling me into another dizzying kiss.
I can feel his hard length pressing into my core and it feels so good I let out a long, dragged-out moan. “Oh, God.” I rock my hips to meet him, which causes his grip in my hair to tighten almost painfully.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.” He moves his head down and latches his hot mouth on my nipple. His teeth scrape against it with the right amount of pleasure and pain.
His hand slides down my side and inside my panties. Oh my God, yes, please touch me! He doesn’t disappoint. I feel the tip of his finger make contact with my clit first, then he starts to slowly rub in small circles. I've never touched myself before, so the feelings his fingers are bringing out in me are overwhelming to say the least, but in a good way.
I start to move my hips in rhythm with his movements, making the sensation triple in strength. Oh shit, this feels so good.
Zane moves his hand further into my panties, then brings the tip of his finger to my entrance. He slowly starts to push inside until I let out a loud moan. Hearing that, Zane starts to pump into me faster, then adds another finger. I feel so full and complete with him inside me, though I wish it were something else instead of his fingers.
Not wanting to be the only one feeling this good, I slip my hands down his pants. I must be bolder with the pleasure flowing through my veins. I start to stroke him, causing him to curse, then pick up speed with his fingers.
“I’m gonna come, Zane. Oh my God, it feels so good, please don’t stop!” He makes a sound that’s a cross between a moan and a growl, and it’s so sexy I think the sound alone makes me come.
As my orgasm starts, he lets go of my nipple and drowns my screams in his mouth. It feels like a live wire is connected to my lower limbs and fireworks are going off behind my eyelids. He slows his thrusting fingers, but doesn’t stop kissing me.
I can’t believe I just had my first orgasm. Not only my first orgasm, but it was given to me by Zane. It's lame, but the only thing that keeps running through my head is that dreams really do come true.
My body goes slack and our kiss slows. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says breathlessly as he pushes hair out of my face. I should probably feel disgusting with my hair soaked with sweat, and embarrassed with his fingers still inside me, but
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