Page 39 of The First Time

Her voice cracks as she starts to reply, but I crush my lips back onto hers. We lean back in the seat and enjoy the slow, drugging kisses. I don’t even know how long we make out in the gondola, but all of a sudden, we are out at the main canal as our gondolier drops us off.

My dick is stiff as hell in my pants as I reach down and help her out of the gondola. There is eagerness in her eyes when she looks down at my dick while we’re walking hand in hand back to the hotel. The prolonged anticipation is almost unbearable. I can’t take another second.

We cross over a small bridge, and there’s a dark alley between two buildings. I pull her into the alley and press her up against the wall, and then my mouth covers hers hungrily. There’s urgency in my kiss as I chase some sort of relief.

I grab her hands and place them above her head on the brick wall. “Do you feel what you do to me, Freckles?”

I push my dick against her hip so she knows what these kisses are doing to me.

“I could fuck you right here,” I growl. “Pull those damn shorts down and fill you with my cock.”

I kiss down her neck as our hands clutch each other’s above her head.

“We should go,” she exhales, “to our hotel room.”

I kiss up her neck and behind her ear, then take her face in my hands and kiss her swollen lips again. “Baby, I’m trying to figure out how to keep my hands and mouth off you long enough to get from here to the hotel.”

She giggles through my kiss. “Who said you need to keep your hands off me? Come on,” she grabs my hand and pulls me. “The hotel is like two minutes away.”

I don’t know how I manage it, but we make it to the hotel without me taking her right in front of everyone. I’ve wanted this woman for a decade, craved her every night. I’ve compared every woman who came into my life to her, and they all failed miserably because there is no comparison.

As soon as we get to our room, she turns around and smiles brightly at me. She walks backwards towards the window and pulls her shirt over her head.

“Is this what you want?” she teases me.

I grab my straining dick in my shorts and rub it just to ease the pain. “Fuck yes,” I say as I slowly follow her.

“Do I get your cock now that I’ve proven I don’t regret last night?” Her shorts fall to the floor. She’s standing in front of me in a red lace matching set of underwear. I don’t know when she managed to sneak those on without me noticing, but I’m thankful I had no idea. If I knew that was underneath, I wouldn’t have made it through the day without having her.

Her eyebrows raise suggestively. “Are you going to take your clothes off?”

I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off. She bites her lip as her eyes ogle my chest. She watches as my hand unbuttons and unzips my shorts. Then I pull them down with my boxers until I’m standing completely naked in front of her.

I stroke my dick, and a bead of precum releases out of me. I graze my thumb at the tip and wipe up my cum. I stand in her space and bring my thumb up to her lips.

“Open,” I demand. “Suck my cum off of me.”

She obeys my command and opens her mouth slowly, then swirls her tongue around my thumb before closing it around me and sucking. She closes her eyes and looks like she just tasted the most amazing treat she’s ever had.

Fuck, it’s hot as hell. “How does it taste?”

She looks over me seductively. “I want more.”

I grip her hair and pull her head back. “I’ll give you all the cum you want.”

Our lips come together in a punishing rhythm. I reach behind her and snap her bra off, then grab her breasts.

She moans into my mouth. “I thought you didn’t want me. All these years. I thought I wasn’t pretty enough for you.”

I look at her in surprise. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met. But let’s save this talk for another time. Right now, I just want to make you feel good.”

I lean her back against the window and fall to my knees. My mouth is literally salivating for a taste of her. I pull her underwearto the side and spread her open with my thumbs. She is already glistening for me. But instead of giving her my tongue right away, I want to savor every second. I want to admire what’s in front of me.

I run my thumb along her opening, getting it nice and slick, then run it over her clit. I do the same with my other thumb, alternating between the two as I continue to spread her open for me and stimulate her clit.

Her jaw is slack as she watches me. Her eyes tell me she’s already in dire need of a release, but I’m not done playing.

“Does it feel good when I tease your clit like this?” I ask her as I continue.

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