Page 6 of Forever Flames: Padraig & Stevie
It starts slow. A kiss meant to ease us into this new skin we’re trying on. Then her hands are in my hair, and my arms are around her waist, pulling her into my lap like she belongs there.
“You kiss like you drum.” She presses her cheek to mine. “Sexy. Fast, loud, a little chaotic.”
Jesus God. My dick fills to capacity.
“I can slow down.” I hover my lips against hers.
Her pussy presses against the hard line of my cock through my jeans, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut not to lose it. Her hands slide under my shirt, fingertips gliding up my ribs. My skin tightens, every nerve lit. “I don’t want you to. Joni’s in her room. Ziggy’s playing video games. My parents are already in bed. They won’t bother to check on us.”
Stevie yanks the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it to the floor without a second thought. Holy fucking shit. I can see the outline of her dusky nipples through her sheer bra.
Good God, man.Do. Not. Come. In. Your. Pants.
“Padraig.” She unhooks her bra behind her back, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. When it drops to the couch, I forget how to breathe.
Her tits are full and high and perfect with those pink buds puckered tightly into little bullets. Unable to stop myself, I cup her breast and drag my thumb across the peak, then duck my head and close my mouth around it. She gasps and grinds her hips against mine, fisting in my hair.
“I’ve wanted this forever,” she mewls. “Haven’t you?”
“Aye.” I crash my mouth to hers.
We’re a mess after that, fumbling with zippers and buttons. Quietly laughing through our clumsiness until things turn desperate again. She shoves her pajama bottoms down, catching her panties halfway around her thighs, then kicks them off completely.
“Holy fuck.” My eyes lock in on her glistening pussy covered by only a wisp of blonde hair.
With only porn to guide me, I kneel between Stevie’s legs and drag my tongue through her folds. She’s delicious. Sweet. Tangy. My tongue explores everywhere, slow and deep until I find her little clit. Experimenting, I suck on it then flick it with the tip of my tongue until she’s panting and shaking. Her thighs clamp around my ears and she moans into the cushion.
“Shhhh—” Her parents might be cool but I don’t want to risk them interrupting the single greatest night of my life.
I manage to shove my jeans and boxers down, grabbing the condom I’ve carried for years. My cock springs free, thick and already leaking. She watches as I tear the wrapper open with shaking fingers and roll it over my length.
Settling between her legs, I guide the tip of my cock to her entrance, pressing in slow and steady.
Her breath catches sharp and I freeze. ”Stevie, are you okay? We can stop…”
“No. Go slow. You know it’s my first time.” She grips my shoulders and urges me on.
“Shit. I’m sorry. It’s mine too.” I hesitate for a second before I push in again.
Gradually. Inch by inch. Her body takes me, tight and trembling. I have to grit my teeth against the need to rut into her. When I’m buried to the hilt, I cage her upper body with my forearms. “You feel…fuck. Stevie, you feel unbelievable.”
“I’m so full. Should you move?” Her nails rake down my back as she shifts her hips, testing the stretch.
Yes. Yes, I should. Careful at first until her quiet moans turn needy. Then faster as her legs hook around me. Her pussy grips my cock on every thrust, wet and hot and fucking perfect.
She comes first, mouth falling open, body arching hard. She says my name like it’s the only word that matters. I follow a second later, hips jerking, cock pulsing deep inside the condom.
We stay tangled together, skin slick, hearts thudding.
No fear.
No holding back anymore.
No pretending we were ever meant for anyone else.
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