Page 14 of All the Way
Laying her down on top of my made up bed, I realize I haven’t slept here in a few days myself. Last night I was at Jess’, and the night before that I was passed out on a couch in some basement of a frat house where I was slightly too old to be partying anymore. The night before that I slept in my car because I was too drunk to drive home from the bar and it was too cold to walk. I was a fucking wreck before Jess came bursting back into my life, only leaving the house to do odd jobs or get fucked up, my only companionship a bartender and some regular whose name I can never remember who happens to love whiskey and beer as much as I do.
Jess scoots back on the bed and sits up against my headboard, propping up some pillows behind her. We’ve been in this bed together before, but not like this. The only time I’ve had my cock out in this bed, I was thinking of her and replaying the memory of her smile and her kiss over and over inside my head.
“Don’t hide,” I say, kicking my shoes off and untying my tie. She’s moving a pillow in front of her and squeezing it close. “I want to see you.”
She slowly moves the pillow away, and even with all her clothes on she’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My girl gets on her knees in front of me and lifts her grey sweater over her head, revealing her perfect breasts inside a pretty white lace bra. Through the delicate fabric her nipples are standing erect, tempting me to rip the lace away and devour those pretty pink peaks.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say as she throws her arms around my neck. I push her back and crawl between her legs, taking a perfect handful of each of her breasts in my palms, squeezing gently and capturing each nipple between my fingers. “I need to see more of you.”
I kiss down between her breasts and to her stomach, caressing each side of her as her waist cinches in at her narrowest part and then flares out to perfect, curvy hips. My lips travel down below her belly button and to the top of her jeans, when I look up and smile at her. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back even though I’m not touching her where it counts.
“Look at me, Jess,” I whisper, kissing her stomach. Her eyes fly open as I slowly unzip her jeans and pull them down her hips and ass, keeping eye contact with her. I want to go slow and make her feel everything, but I need my cock to be inside her and feel her come fast and hard.
I look down at her pussy and at the lovely white lace panties she’s chosen. “You wear these for me to show that you’re pure?” I say, pushing her knees up and apart and kissing inside her thighs.
“I did wear them for you,” she responds, breathily and hushed. “But not to show that I’m pure. Because they’re pretty.”
“You’re not pure?” I say, tracing a finger along the soaked white lace. My heart leaps into my throat. I want to tear the panties off her and pummel my cock deep inside her wet cunt. “What do you mean you’re not pure?”
“I’ve thought of you doing every last dirty thing to me over the past year,” she confesses, her hands over her face, muffling her voice. “I’m not that pure.”
“Baby,” I say, my cock growing impossibly harder. “Show me. Show me what you did when you thought of those dirty things.”
“What?” Her hands fall to her sides and she props herself up on her elbows to look at me. Her pretty hair falls down in her face, and she looks like a fucking angel. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I want you to show me what you did when you thought of all those dirty things. Did you touch yourself?” I drag a finger up and down between her legs as she lets out a shudder and closes her eyes.
Her lips part. “Yes.”
“Then show me.” I sit up on the bed and kick my pants off and shed my shirt. “Show me.”
Jess sits up, bringing her legs together and passing her hand over her body, from her neck down to her pussy.
Reaching out, I put my hands on both of her knees and spread her legs open. “I want to see everything,” I command.
Her fingers dip down into her panties and rub slowly. “This is what I’d do,” she says softly. “I thought of you all the time.”
I reach down into my boxers and wrap my hand around my cock, grazing up and down. “Only me?” There’s fire in my belly and pure desire in my heart.
“Only you.” She nods and I cross the distance between us, scooping her onto my lap and capturing her wrist in my hand. I slowly bring her fingers to my lips, tasting the sweet nectar from her pussy.
“I’m going to make that pussy mine. And only mine.” I look deep into her eyes and I know she’s ready. She gives me a purposeful nod and I slip her panties down and toss them aside. She puts one knee down on each side of my lap, and I slowly guide her down onto the tip of my cock. “Okay?”
“Yes,” she says, biting her bottom lip as she lowers herself down slowly with my help. “That’s nice.”
Her wet cunt opens up for me, and I feel a little pressure against the head of my cock as I pull her down farther. “Does it hurt, baby?” She’s impossibly tight around me, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“A little,” she says, steadying herself against my chest. “But it’s okay. I want to keep going.”
I slip my cock all the way inside and stay there for a moment, kissing her pink lips and holding her. She moves up a little and grinds against me, her fingertips playing on the back of my neck.
“Good girl,” I say, kissing her forehead and slowly starting to glide my cock in and out of her. I feel so content, so good inside. Reaching to unclasp her bra, I let the fabric fall away from her and capture one of her hard nipples between my lips.
I reach to pull her ass toward me while reaching down to massage her clit. She’s taking my cock so well, and I feel the heat of pressure starting to draw up deep inside me, ready to spill over at any moment.
Jess’ breathing picks up and she closes her eyes, leaning her forehead against my chest. “That feels so nice,” she moans sweetly. “I think…”
“What is it, baby? Are you getting ready to come all over my cock?” I press up into her and feel a new depth. She accepts all of me, her tight cunt spreading around me and wrapping me up perfectly.
