Page 27 of Their Stolen Kisses
Relieved to have a cue, I quickly tugged off the shirt, watching as each inch of his torso was revealed. I didn’t have too many models to go off of, but… I decided right then and there that I loved chest hair and that Cameron had just the right amount.
Then his fingers clasped my sweater. My arms naturally pinched in at the elbows, instinctively trying to protect me from something that I hadn’t allowed to happen in a long time.You want this. You want this.Then,I put my arms up helping Cameron take it off.
Somehow I didn’t notice him taking my bra with him. How had he even unclasped the bra that fast? Nervously, I took my time in tossing the clothes aside.You wanted experience.
Cameron was definitely that. His mouth found my right nipple and started licking and sucking away before I even had time to react. A startled “oooh” found its way out of my mouth. Would it always feel this good? Cameron’s teeth came into play on my other nipple, teasing it erect.
What was I supposed to do with my hands? They were just flailing around, unsure what to attach themselves to in the throes of pleasure Cameron’s mouth was causing. I ended up attaching one on his hair and one on the waistband of his pants. His fingers closed over mine. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and unhooked my fingers, setting them instead on-
My face threatened to burn, but I firmly refused to blush. It hadn’t been so long that I couldn’t do anything right. I began massaging his length through his underwear, my hand growing more and more confident when he moaned into my chest. He slipped a hand between my legs. The light, teasing pressure made me want to open and close them at the same time.
Suddenly, I wanted to see him. All of him. I tugged his underwear down and his erection sprang free. I gulped a little, hoping my eyes weren’t wide as a frightened doe’s. He was wide… and long. At least I thought so, because, again... not much to go on.
“Are you okay?” Cameron asked, immediately pulling back to give me a little space. “We don’t have to do this.”
Did I really look that nervous? “No, I want to,” I said honestly, “just… it’s been a while.”Will it feel like the first time? Is it going to hurt?Never asking those questions out loud.
Cameron leaned forward and captured my mouth in a kiss. Each one was long, gentle, and reassuring. Each one told me that Cameron cared about me and he wouldn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable or hurt me. “We’ll go slow.” His voice was low and bassy even in a breathy whisper. “And you can tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” Each sentence was punctuated with a kiss, and each reassurance from his deep, mellow voice assuaged some of my nervousness.
His long, hard length pressed against my entrance, sliding easily against my wetness for him. He was poised, ready, waiting for some kind of signal that I was comfortable and okay with what we were about to do.
Suddenly, I was glad. I was glad that his straight arms stretched down on either side of me, making a little space between our bodies and giving me a second to think without the intoxication of his unique scent. His eyes gazed nervously, reassuringly, and lustfully into mine. Nervous, because he wasn’t sure if I was ready. Reassuring, because he wanted to help me overcome my trust issues and be there for me. Lustfully, because he wanted me. He wanted to be inside me.
Finally, I was ready to let him. I showed him that by reaching up and pulling him closer, letting just the tip of his penis tease the sensitive entrance before inviting him inside.
Slowly, his length focused on my core that ached to receive him. As he pushed slowly inside of me, it was like I’d been empty… and only now was I full. Full enough. For a second, his width stretched me a little too far, but then he found just the right spot inside of me. I had been afraid - well, I had been afraid he would just spear me with his length - but it didn’t hurt. It just felt… good. Tight, but good.
“Is this okay?” Cameron paused, letting me get accustomed to him and asking me how I felt, with a kiss.
“Yeah. It feels - it feels wonderful.” I was blushing again. Why was I embarrassed now, of all times? But Cameron just pecked the rising pink on my cheeks, brushing his lips against each spot.
“Good,” he murmured, his head moving down to kiss my shoulders and neck. He began to move in and out, letting out little sounds of pleasure. His sounds made it feel okay to make some of my own, and soon we were rocking back and forth in unison, moaning with shared passion.
Suddenly, he pulled out. My walls closed around empty air, and I let out another moan - this one of denied pleasure. He kissed my neck, then slowly trailed wet, sucking kisses down my shoulder, chest, and tummy… then right above my dripping folds. Soft, open lips kissed my partially closed ones-
Then he touched his wet, wiggling tongue to my little bud.
The pleasure skyrocketed. When I could finally feel something besides the sensations between my legs, I found myself arching my back and clutching his hair, pulling him into me, begging him not to stop. The tongue wentlick lick lick,my hips wriggled with a mind of their own, and it felt so good, so good….
Cameron stopped. My eyes flashed open indignantly, my mouth opened to ask him to keep going - but suddenly he pushed my folds apart with his still-hard shaft and buried himself within me.
Cameron had been holding back before. This time, he went deeper - but still, it didn’t hurt. It just felt incredible, amazing, wonderful, building more pleasure atop what his tongue had given me.
I wanted to tell him, to say out loud how good it felt, that he was doing everything right, but all I could say was “oh, oh, oh, oh….” It was too much… or was it just enough? One more thrust and he brushed against just the right spot inside me to bring all the sensations tumbling together, writhing through my body in a mind-melting orgasm. My mind flooded with emotion and pleasure, and I was sure I looked surprised - but I couldn’t make a single sound.
Cameron didn’t stop there. He moved in and out, in and out, faster and harder than he had before, moaning enough for both of us while I still couldn’t make a noise. I tensed, waiting for the feeling of something filling me up even more - but there was nothing, only a second intense sensation of pleasure from Cameron clutching me tight and orgasming against my body.
He pulled out, leaving me feeling kinda relieved. Once the pleasure had ended, I had started to feel a little bit uncomfortable with him inside me. Cameron’s weight and warmth rolled away, and I lazily turned my neck to watch him use a tissue to take off a condom. When had he put that on? I hadn’t noticed when he did. But he was right to do it. There would be time to think about kids in the future, hopefully, and of course, there was Noah.
“How was that? How was I?” Cameron asked. Suddenly I realized I hadn’t been the only one who had been nervous.
“Just… just hold me, please.” Lifting my butt just a little so he could pull the covers down, I snuggled into his chest as he lay down and covered us both, folding the soft fabric over our warm embrace.
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When I wokeup the next morning, I lay there for a while, afraid to move and wake Cameron, even though, well… I had to pee pretty bad. Wine does that.
What if something was different? We’d been so intimate last night, and I had loved it. Cameron was gentle, careful, and respecting of my wishes. I had no doubt if I’d asked him to stop, he would have immediately and not judged me for it.
