She shivered as his fingers brushed over the small of her back; his fingertips felt like velvet against her skin. As he caressed her, she trailed kisses from his mouth to his ear. She smiled with his earlobe caught between her lips as he moaned at sensation of his earlobe being sucked and nibbled.
“You can do anything you want,” he whispered as he slipped a hand into her hair.
Catherine shivered. He had never sounded so vulnerable to her. “Do you know what you’re saying,” she whispered.
“Yes. I know what I said, and I meant it.” His lips found hers, and she shivered as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth for the first time. Holding him tightly, she let him explore her as she had explored him. Feeling him grow long and hard against her thigh as she gently sucked his tongue, she shifted so that his shaft could glide against her lust-slickened labia.
They shivered together at the contact, and Matthew pulled away. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered, “but I’m afraid to.”
Catherine brushed her smiling lips against his and smoothed the frown from his brow, “You worry too much, Matthew-cat.”
Smiling at Catherine’s use of his pet name, he whispered, “I think I have some condoms in the night table.” He chuckled deep in his throat, “My mother insisted on me keeping some handy for the last four years.”
Inflamed by the soft purr of his voice, Catherine kissed him hard before whispering, “I want to feel you inside me. I’m on the pill.”
Drawing herself up so that she was straddling her lover, Catherine moaned as Matthew’s erection slipped between her aroused labia and brushed against her clitoris. She could see the lust in his wide-open blue eyes as he gazed up at her.
Her hungry pussy twitched as she felt his hands on her stockinged thighs. Leaning over him, she pressed her lips to his before whispering in his ear, “You love my legs, don’t you. I know you watch me walk.”
Matthew whimpered, and let his hands slide beneath her skirt to caress her round arse. He kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks as he admitted in a whisper, “I watch you walk, and I watch you bend over. I love to see your heart-shaped arse beneath your skirts.
Straightening, she gently grasped his wrists. Placing them on her breasts, she caressed his fingers and whispered, “Do you like my breasts too? I hope so, because they need your attention.”
With a smile, Matthew squeezed Catherine’s soft breasts through her jumper and said, “Darling, I love your breasts best of all. His hands slid down her waist before pushing up her jumper to bare her braless breasts. “Take this damned thing off,” Matthew growled, “I’ve wanted to see you naked for years.”
Catherine obeyed, and threw her head back with a moan as her bare breasts slipped into his hands. She thought that his hands fit her soft globes perfectly; his every touch sparked a current that further galvanized her pussy.
Reaching between her thighs, she grasped Matthew’s swollen penis as gently as she could and raised herself up. Though she whimpered as Matthew’s hand left her breasts, she purred when he whispered, “You want me to hold myself straight for you, right?”
“Yes,” she sighed as she felt his tip against the entrance to her well, “Push hard.”
Matthew obeyed, driving himself as deeply into her as he could as he grasped her hips. Catherine’s cry mingled with Matthew’s as they joined. Matthew’s hands found her breasts again, and Catherine clenched her pussy against Matthew’s penis as he gently kneaded her creamy globes. “Rock with me,” Catherine whispered as she leaned over Matthew, “Stroke me deep inside.”
Matthew whimpered with every gentle thrust as he
rocked beneath Catherine, sliding his hands between her swaying breasts and stockinged thighs. She leaned forward so that she could grind her clitoris against his body while caressing his chest and shoulders, and gasped as Matthew began to thrust harder into her.
Feeling her body begin to tense, Catherine whispered through gritted teeth, “I – I’m so very close.”
Giving a hard thrust before swiveling his hips beneath her, Matthew gasped, “Come soon, please. I can’t take this much longer.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No! I want,” Matthew started before a cry escaped his lips, “I want to come with you. Please.”
Wanting for Matthew to come with her, Catherine slipped a hand between her thighs. Her fingertips found her slick and swollen clitoris, and she began to circle it beneath her short skirt as she had done every night since she was twelve. The stimulation combined with the sensation of Matthew’s swollen shaft inside her, and her pussy began to clench in a rhythm she could not control.
Heat and delight spread through her body, and she threw her head back. Crying out, “Oh my… oh my god,” Catherine reveled in her orgasm as she felt Matthew erupt with in her. His cry overshadowed her own; he cried her name as he exploded within her.
Panting as her body glowed, she let Matthew gently caress her shoulders and guide her so that her body was draped over his. Slipping her hands into his silky hair, she drank a lazy kiss from his lips as he dragged his short fingernails up and down her spine.
“I love you, Catherine,” Matthew whispered as he caressed the nape of her neck.
“I love you too, Matthew,” Catherine purred as she pressed her lips to his throat. Feeling his pulse beneath her lips, she whispered, “Am I really your first?”
“Yes, you are. And I’m glad I waited for you.”
Holding him close, Catherine closed her eyes as she drifted in time to his pulse against her lips, “Hearing that makes me so very happy. I wanted to be your first, and have you be mine.”
As Matthew stroked her hair, his fingers slipping into her dark curls, he said, “I am definitely yours, my love,” as he pulled his blankets over their bodies.
“Are you sure I should stay,” Catherine asked as she shifted her body to look into his eyes, “What will your parents say?”
Matthew smiled and mussed her hair, “I’ll bet tickets to the next Iron Maiden show that my father will say, ‘It’s about fucking time’.”
“And your mother?”
“She’s insisted on me keeping condoms in my night table since I was thirteen, remember?”
Catherine giggled, “You did mention that.” Snuggling close, Catherine whispered in his ear, “Even if your parents do disapprove, it’d be worth it. Making love to you was incredible.”
Shifting his body so that they could lay in spoons, Matthew cupped Catherine’s breast as he buried his face in her hair, “Why use the past tense? I will want to make love to you again.”
“Really?”
Catherine shivered as she felt Matthew’s moist lips upon the nape of her neck. She shivered again as he flicked his tongue against her earlobe and whispered, “Darling, you’re a goddess in flesh, and I intend to worship you every chance I get.”
Leaving Matthew to sleep, Catherine crept down the stairs the next morning. As she padded into the kitchen, Matthew’s mother offered her a cup of tea.
“Mrs. L——-,” Catherine said, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
Matthew’s mother smiled, “I already know. I’m glad it was you. But what is Matthew going to think when he wakes up alone?”