Page 40 of Just for Fun
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur when I pull my lips away so we can breathe.
I don’t give her a lot of time to think about this as I drop my mouth to her chest and lick, then continue to the tops of her mounds until I am finally back to sucking on one nipple while my fingers are playing with the other.
Zara drops her head back, pushing her chest more into my mouth, urging me on, while her hips are moving faster. There is so much pressure in my jeans, I would hate to waste it by not coming inside of her.
With that thought in mind, I try to slide one hand down to my pocket so that I could pull out the condom I have stashed in there. I push my hips up for easier access, but that only sees to give Zara the angle she is desperately looking for.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” she mumbles, like in a daze. “It feels so good… Why does it feel this good?”
I am both mesmerized and confused by the expression on her face combined with the question she managed to get out. All I can think of is that no one has made her come this way. Even so, she definitely knows what she’s doing. Her hips move faster and faster, getting more traction with the material of herflannel pants, assuming she has no underwear on. I don’t know, I haven’t made it as far as sticking my hands down her pants.
“Yes!”
I’m pretty sure her neighbors are aware of what we’re doing, but there’s no way I will stop her, especially when she places her hands back on my knees and continues grinding herself on me, shirt open and tits bouncing as she moves.
I recognize the instant that she comes, my hips now in sync with hers. I want to let go alongside her so badly, I think I will die, but I want it to be while I fuck her. I want her to come again directly on my cock.
Without further ado, I drop her abruptly onto her back and finally get the condom out of the pocket. My hands are shaking in anticipation, to the point where I am having a hard time unzipping my jeans.
“W-what are you doing?”
My eyes are unfocused when I glance at her face.
“My turn, babe.”
I am finally done with the zipper, and I pull my jeans and underwear down, my cock finally free.
“This time, we’re coming together.”
THIRTEEN
Zara
For a quick second,I think that maybe my soul detached from my body, and it’s floating above us, staring at Kyle as he is taking his… Oh my God, he just took his penis out of his pants. All the pleasure I felt only moments ago is turning into panic.
I wish I could jump up from his lap, but my legs feel like gelatin. My heart is beating so fast, it’s sucking all the air around me, and now I am a bit lightheaded.
Whatever Kyle just did to me was… I have no words. I can’t describe it, no matter how hard I try. No one has ever made me feel this way, and I am a little scared.
To say that I don’t have any experience is an understatement. I don’t even have much experience in kissing, which would be why I constantly followed his lead when he welded out mouths together. I was worried that I’d do something wrong.
And now, I watch as he is stripping practically naked. In my living room. On my couch.
“K-Kyle,” I manage to stutter. “You need to stop.”
To his credit, he freezes in his tracks. If my head wasn’t such a jumbled mess, I’d laugh at the picture he makes. The pants and underwear are pulled low, under his butt. He has a condom, I assume, in one hand while he is holding himself with the other. His eyes are wide and confused as he stares at me, waiting for an explanation.
I jump off the couch, ready to put some distance between us. I remain standing with my back to him, unable to make any eye contact.
“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression,” I call over my shoulder.
I hear some shuffling, which I hope it means that he is pulling his clothes back on.
“No, that’s alright,” he says.
There’s something like a painful groan coming from him, but I am scared to turn around and check what the problem is.
“I get women coming on top of me with minimal contact quite often.”
