“No no no no!” I giggled, and pulled him back on top of me as I kissed him. He loved to make me beg for him, and I was more than happy to please him. After I felt his body sink back down onto mine, I broke our kiss apart. “You first,” I growled in his ear, and he watched me smile devilishly. He laughed, and I loved to watch his eyes sparkle—but not nearly as much as I loved to watch him take his shirt off.
Ryan is quite an athlete, and can sometimes be insecure about his body, even though he was by far the most attractive man I had ever been with. He wasn’t a huge guy, but he had muscle tone and took good care of himself physically. He was kneeling over my waist now, straddling me, as he took off his shirt.
“Happy now?” He asked, and I nodded contently. I knew this game went both ways, however, so I sat up as far as I could and arched my back as I pulled his tank top over my head. I didn’t take off my shirt often for him, so I decided to make the show good for him. I took the tank top in both hands and, holding it around the back of his neck, pulled him down onto me again. He kissed me with a little more urgency now, and I spread my legs a little wider so he could lay in between them. I tossed his tank top over the edge of the bed.
I was quite certain that there was no better feeling in the world than his smooth skin pressed hungrily against mine. My nipples had been hard for a while now, and I moaned when his mouth met with them. To be quite honest, I’m indifferent when it comes to nipple play—it doesn’t really do anything for me. But I knew how much Ryan was into it, so I let it go on as long as he wished.
I was keenly aware of his hardened cock pressing temptingly into my inner thigh, and I couldn’t help but grind into it ever so slightly. Sure, I’m a virgin, but I love a good tease and if it’s done just right, a devilishly ‘bad girl’ side of me comes out. Truth be told, I was getting there quickly. Ryan’s hands were all over me, tempting me to come even further out of my comfort zone. He ran one hand along the elastic of his pajama pants he’d given me to wear, and I moaned deep and low. Because I’m so ticklish, this simple act drove me up the wall with sexual frustration. I breathed hard and managed to ask him to stop.
“You don’t want me to stop,” he said, eyeing my reaction as he ran his fingertips along my lower belly. I shivered and groaned again.
“I hate it when you’re right,” I sighed. He continued with his hands, and when one slipped inside the pajama pants I was wearing, I didn’t even think of stopping him. I knew I was getting dangerously close to pushing him against a wall and fucking his brains out if he didn’t stop soon, but my willpower was merely arguing with me in the background at this point.
His hand made its way around to grab my ass, which wasn’t something he did very often. I pulled him harder onto me, feeling his erection against my clitoris through our clothes. I rubbed the head of his cock there for a moment, and before I could stop myself, I was slipping my hands inside his pants. I began to pull his pants off—luckily he was wearing pajama pants as well, so it was easier to maneuver. He helped me a bit, and I was glad to finally have him down to just his boxers. I rubbed my hand up and down his erection, and for once he pulled my hand away from him.
“Hey,” he breathed uncomfortably. “Take it easy there, babe.” I kissed him hard, to let him know I wasn’t fooling around.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, and for once I noticed that he was breathing hard as well.
“We’d better slow this down a bit,” he cautioned. “You’re getting me all caught up in the moment, here.”
I smiled evilly and asked innocently, “Who, me?” I shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about… I was just messin’ around.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he smiled.
Naturally, I was only teasing him—I’m a virgin and I want to keep it that way. But I want to have a little fun every now and then. I was sick of living in torment between my moral position as a virgin and my raging sex drive as a college student. Besides, it’s amazing how quickly the morals seem to melt away when Ryan kisses my stomach—
I moaned, because that was exactly what he was doing, again. This time was a bit different, however—he was inching his tongue lower and lower beneath my pants. I lifted my hips off the bed slightly, and watched in anticipation as he pulled the pants (which were too big on me) easily off my hips… with his teeth. He sat up and moved to the side of me and, at an agonizingly slow pace, he slid his hands down my legs and took off the pajama pants. What really got me was what he did after this—he slid his hands even more slowly up the insides of my legs as he came over to lie on me again.
I am a firm believer that women can have orgasms without any clitoral stimulation. I believe that if we’re teased enough, aroused enough, and if we want it badly enough, there’s no need to actually be stimulated. I say this because, with all that Ryan was doing to me, I was on the very brink of another orgasm. The intensity of the moment and the fact that I had never gone this far with him before was enough excitement to give me what is possibly the best—and by far the worst—feeling in the world. Being on the very edge of an orgasm only rivals the feeling you get just before you jump out of a plane to go skydiving: the anticipation of it all is nearly unbearable.
Ryan and I were both getting sweaty now, but neither of us showed any sign of stopping. Normally, when I fooled around with Ryan, he would call it quits and we would go to sleep or one of us would leave—it always seemed that he was worried about moving too quickly for me. I slipped both my hands into his boxers and grabbed his tight ass while I spread my legs even further apart. Even his ass was sweaty, and I wanted to satisfy my curiosity even further by getting him to take his boxers off. I kissed his neck slowly—for some reason, this was without a doubt his biggest turn on, and was therefore my means to distract him while I started to slide his boxers down. He started to tremble in my arms, and I could feel infinite tension in all of his muscles as he lay on top of me. I could tell he was concentrating on pacing himself, and this made me want him even more. I was still on the brink of an orgasm, mind you, and wanted badly to push him even further so he would feel the same.
He caught what my hands were doing and propped himself up on his elbows so he could look me in the eye. “Hey…” he said, his breath short and labored.
“What?” I whispered, gently tugging his boxers down even lower.
“Slow down, babe…” he struggled to keep his breath even. I kissed him lightly.
“No,” I breathed, looking him dead in the face with a slight smile. It was most definitely at that point that I realized I was well beyond the point of no return—I wanted to fuck him, and I wasn’t going to be convinced otherwise. Ryan, bless his heart, was still ready to hold me back and make sure I didn’t make a big mistake by moving too fast. Clearly, I would have to convince him otherwise.