Page 26 of First Time

I stand there, naked, in front of the door leading to the Dark Room and wait for my light to turn green. There are a million and one thoughts running through my mind right now. They go every direction but straight. Straight would tell me what I’m supposed to do. It would give me some indication of how I can fix things with Scotlyn. I get her hesitation. I wouldn’t want to start a relationship with someone who isn’t going to be around. But she knows me. I thought that would be enough.

The light changes to green. I take a deep breath, grab a condom and twist the knob, cloaked in complete darkness. It’s nothing but senses moving forward. The door opens and I inhale.

Her perfume is sweet, and even though the room is thoroughly cleaned after each person uses it, the faint scent of sex fills the air. My cock twitches. He has a mind of his own and knows what is about to happen.

My partner shifts. Her body rustles against the silk sheets. I head toward the bed, walking carefully until my knees touch the mattress. She’s there. I may not be able to see her, but I know she’s there. Her breathing fills the silence. My hand slides along the smooth sheets until my fingers come in contact with skin.

She gasps and my hand continues to slide up her leg, pausing at her knee. My finger circles her kneecap and her leg shifts slightly from being tickled. I use this to my advantage and push her leg to the side, opening her for me.

Now what?

My mind races. Images from the movies I’ve watched return in a flurry, taking over my thoughts. I have a checklist of things I want to do. One of them is to taste her, to lay my tongue flat against her pussy.

Her other leg spreads out wider. Is she encouraging me? Eager?

Bored?

No, I can’t have her bored. I want this. Her.

I lie on my stomach, my feet hanging over the side, and kiss her thighs. Each side gets attention as I move closer to her center. Her scent beckons me, calls me to where her body wants me.

The woman who has graciously given me her body, threads her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching my scalp and pushing me forward.

Yes, this is what she wants.

I scoot forward, nuzzling her center and inhaling her sweet nectar. My dick is hard and pushing into the mattress, making my slow and unsteady movements painful.

Another kiss on her thighs and then I move to the middle. I kiss her there, and it’s like a switch goes off in my head. My arms go under her legs, the wrapper of the condom pressing against her skin. The grip I have on her legs brings her closer to me and my tongue presses against her core. One swipe, and then another.

And then I’m addicted.

I want to cuss. I want to express myself, but I can’t. What I can do is lick her pussy like it’s the last thing I’m ever going to do. But I need more. I want more. Bringing my hand forward, I insert a finger into her and then another. Having seen this numerous times over the past week, I move them in and out of her, much like my cock will be doing shortly. I lick, pump, and suck on her clit, wishing she could cry out and tell me if I’m doing this right.

The urgency in my cock makes itself known. The throbbing hurts and I know the only relief is for me to come. I sit back on my knees and before I can open the condom, her hand is around my shaft. Her thumb rubs over my precum, and my head falls back as my hips match her rhythm. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come on in her hand and that isn’t what I want. Being inside of her is.

I let her pump me a few more times before I take over and slide the rubber over my shaft. I reach for her, finding her head and the urge to kiss her overtakes me. It’s amazing what our senses can do when you need them the most. I pull her toward me, our mouths mashing against one another, tongues tangling.

She pulls me forward, until I’m hovering over her and my hips are between her legs. My dick knows where to go. Even through the condom, I can feel how wet she is.

So. Fucking. Wet.

And hot.

I push into her and my eyes close. The feeling of her taking me in is enough to make me blow my load. I inhale and exhale slowly, steading my breathing.

She gasps and rocks her hips, pulling me deeper and setting a pace that is easy for me to keep up with. We go slow but it’s not enough for me. I want to let go, to come inside of her. I want to flip her over, have her ride me and then take her from behind. But first, I want to fuck her and slam into her. The bed squeaks and a smile creeps along my face. Her legs widen, giving me more access, allowing me to thrust into her and I take advantage, pounding into her.

My mouth leaves hers, kissing my way to her neck. I nip, suck, kiss, and suck harder while her nails trail up and down my back. Her movements shift and I suspect she needs more from me. Whatever the more is, I don’t know because it’s not like they give fucking details during the movies I’ve watched.

What they do show me is that women like being on top and if we had lights on, I’d be able to see her tits bouncing while riding my cock.

I flip us over and hold my dick in place so she can line herself up. As soon as she’s fully sheathed over my dick, my hands go to her breasts. My fingers pinch and tweak her nipples until my mouth waters, and I have no choice but to answer the need to taste her there, as well.

With her tit in my mouth she uses the change of angle to really fuck my dick. Her fingers dig into my neck and back while she bounces hard on my cock. If I’ve learned anything, my partner loves her tits sucked on.

Score a point for computer nerd Brent.

I suddenly decide I hate the Dark Room. I need to see what I’m doing and wonder if I’ll learn more if I try the Play Room. My partner could be blindfolded so she won’t know me, or I her, but I could see her body and know what I’m doing. I could see if she actually likes it.

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