“Mmmm,” she purred, forcing her ass right into his groin, pressing her body against his chest and legs.
“Oh, Claire,” he breathed, hands full of her body. “I’m sorry, but I want you, so bad.”
At fucking last, she thought. “Then stop wasting time apologising and take me!” She rolled onto her back, and he lowered his hand, pushing between her legs, finding her wet and ready.
He remembered what she’d taught him; how to work her, what rhythm to use and how much pressure she liked. It took no time at all before she was begging him. “Fuck me, Simon, please fuck me!”
“Have you got any, you know, things?” He couldn’t bring himself to say condoms. Somehow it was a dirtier word than ‘fuck’.
“Did you see any pockets in my Iron Girl suit? Get real, of course I haven’t. But don’t worry about it. I’ll sort it tomorrow. Please, Simon, I’m begging you. Make love to me. I’ve waited forever!”
“I don’t think I’ll last very long,” he admitted.
“I don’t care. I’m so ready. When you come, you’ll take me with you. Now bury your amazing cock in me before you set yourself off talking about it!”
He knelt between her spread legs, taking in the beauty before him. Her thighs and pussy glistened in the half-light of the window, lit by the neon signs of the city. Her sculpted abs rose to her bounteous chest, nipples erect and waiting. And to her face, that beautiful, freckled face, eyes sparkling as they watched him tower over her. He shuffled, aligning himself at her entrance, still not quite believing what was about to happen. Just touching his tip lightly against her lips caused a sensation like an electric shock to flow through him. Her pussy lips, like her mouth had, wrapped across and around his exposed cock head, and he was filled with that same sense of warmth. But unlike her mouth, her pussy clung to him, resisting and enveloping his hardness as he slipped inside. He felt dizzy, fell forward onto his arms. “Fuuuuuck,” he breathed, the first time he’d ever sworn out loud, and had to stop moving or he would have cum right there and then. He looked down, his dick disappearing into her, two become one, her pulse strong against his veined member.
Claire tried not to say anything, knowing that if she turned him on any further it would all be over. But she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he stretched her open, couldn’t stop her muscles rippling as he slid deeper and deeper inside her. He was gentle, in a way nobody had been with her before, and yet insistent. She watched his face, the wonder dancing across his features, as she took his most precious gift. This is so fucking hot, she thought. I’m making him feel that, making him lose himself in the sensation of being inside me. I’m his first. He’ll never forget this moment, and I’ll be the one he compares every future girl to. What a gift. What a turn-on. And she felt that familiar wave building, low inside her. No, surely not already, she thought…
Simon could only feel. All there was in the world was his dick and her pussy. And her face, her mouth wide, her expression egging him on. He slid, in and out, back and forth, at the slowest pace he could restrain himself to go. Utterly exquisite pleasure, his whole cock embedded in her warmth, finally at home where it belonged. The ache in his arms from holding the press-up position was easily ignored. Only a short while longer, he knew.
He felt her quiver, flicked his eyes up from the tits he’d been staring at to gaze at her face once more. “Go on, do whatever you need,” she said; his hips responded before his brain processed the message, starting to force him faster and deeper inside, as if possessed.
She knew it was all but over. The crest of the wave hung over her. Just one tiny nudge, she knew, and it would crash over her, washing her away… desperately she held back, wanting to go over the edge with him.
“I’m gonna…” he said, and his cock twitched, and that was it; the pleasure crashed through her.
Simon knew he couldn’t control it anymore; and just as he was preparing himself, he felt her clench around him, watched her eyes as the orgasm took her by surprise, and that set him straight off. “Yaaarrr uuuuuuughhhhhhhh!” he cried as he spilled into her.
“Oh god, yes, come for me, come in me,” Claire pleaded, her legs shaking as she wrapped them round his back, pulling him deep inside her as they came together.
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Simon jerked awake. He was lying on his back in a strange room, daylight knocking on his eyelids. His side felt warm; he realised that Claire was there, her body pressed against him. And he realised he was naked, as was she. He never slept naked. But here he was, crammed into this single bed with a beautiful girl draped over him. One full firm breast rested on his chest, the other pressing into his side; a soft thigh spanned over his, her foot teasing his lower leg. And her hand… her hand was softly, deftly caressing his morning glory.
“Hey,” she said, raising her head to give him a warm, wet kiss.
“Hi gorgeous,” he managed.
“I’m glad you’re awake,” she said. “I couldn’t wait any longer. It would be rude to waste this,” she said, kissing her way down his chest and enveloping his huge boner in her mouth. Simon’s eyes rolled back as she teased at his dick, her tongue stroking the shaft as her lips worked over the sensitive tip. He groaned, stroked her hair; she looked him in the eye as she slid her head down, down, down, taking him into her throat, her lips bottoming out against his balls. She swallowed, and he felt her throat constrict around him.
“Oh god, don’t, you’ll make me cum,” he begged.
Her eyes smiled, and she slid back off him. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t want to cum in your mouth,” he said.
“Liar!” She sucked him a little more, and he shivered. She was quite right. He did want to fill her eager mouth with his semen. But not as much as the other things he wanted. She stopped teasing his dick and knelt up over his legs. “But I’m glad, ‘cos I wanted to do this,” she said, positioning herself over him and sliding him inside her as she lowered her hips towards his.
Slowly she rode him, taking him inch by teasing inch deeper inside. He watched, transfixed, as she rose and fell, her boobs swinging with the motion, her eyes on his the whole time. She rocked and rotated her pelvis as she moved, dancing on him.
Claire looked down at her new lover. Why had she wasted all that time teasing him, listening to her friends, joining in the bullying? In many ways, Simon was so like her. If only she’d been mature enough to accept him for who he was, then they could have been making love like this for months. She was determined to make up for that lost time. She gave him a show, massaging her tits, running her nails across his chest, leaning back and stroking her clit while his dick was buried completely inside her.
“Oh god Claire, you’re gonna bring me off again,” Simon warned.
“You bet your ass,” she replied, not unkindly, and redoubled her efforts. Her reward was that look in his half-closed eyes as he exploded into her once more, his hot semen flooding inside, his breathing ragged and his hands flitting across her and the bed, unsure what to do.