Page 78 of All My Firsts

Maybe it was being back at school, with no parents to walk in on us.

Or maybe it was that Xander had made me comfortable with sex, comfortable with wanting to feel good with my body.

But all my inhibitions were lifted. I felt completely free.

And really horny.

“Christ, Xander,” I mumbled as my finger swiped the warm liquid from the tip of his dick. I sucked it off my finger as he watched, his hooded eyes closing as he arched his back. His dick lifted toward me as an offering, and my head lowered as my mouth covered its swollen head. My lips felt stretched trying to accommodate his girth, taking him in slowly. His hands came to my head, lifting my hair so he could watch my mouth take him fully.

I struggled at first, gagging as I pushed him deeper into my throat.

“Babe, it’s OK ...” Xander said, attempting to stop me and pull away.

But I shook my head, sliding my lips further down his shaft. Eventually a rhythm took over and my throat allowed him in, hitting parts of me that had never been touched. One hand stroked him while my mouth pumped up and down, the taste of him all over my lips. Xander dug his fingers into my scalp, the moans escaping from him evidence I was doing things right. The muscles throughout his body were tensing. But then he pulled me from him, my mouth leaving himwith a pop.

I stared up at him, wondering if I had done something wrong, not wanting to stop.

“Ugh, babe,” he said with heavy breaths, “I don’t want to come yet.” He pulled me up and flipped us over, the flimsy college mattress squeaking under our weight. As he positioned himself over me, his knee spread my thighs. “That was amazing,” he muttered into my neck. “You’re amazing, but I wanna make you feel good now.” His hand started on my breast, kneading and squeezing, pinching the nipple, which elicited a moan from me. As his mouth devoured mine, his fingers trailed down my stomach, slowly, until they were between my legs. They rubbed the length of me, my wetness coatinghis fingers.

“You’re ready for me, birdie. I like that.” As his hand rubbed me rougher, priming me, I prepared myself, knowing what was coming. Needing whatwas coming.

My hands gripped the sheets and my head flew back as heentered me.

One finger, two fingers, slidingdeep inside.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, birdie.”

“Oh my God ... Xander ...” I moaned, able to form no other wordson my lips.

His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard and deep. I felt myself reaching for my other breast, kneading it and pinching its peaked tip. He peeked over and saw my hand at work on myself and turned his eyes up to me. “That’s so fucking hot, Lanie.” His tongue flicked at the nipple in his mouth, a new aggression in him as his hand came around and grabbed that same breast and pushed it against the other. His teeth grazed me, causing an electric current to go straight from my titsto my clit.

And as good as his fingers felt inside of me, what I really wanted was for him to touch me there: my clit.

“Xander ...” I started, then stopped. But he took it the wrong way.

“Babe, it’s OK – you’re OK,” he whispered, thinking I was in my own head, going dark. But I shook my head and moaned at the same time.

“No, babe ... I want you to ... move your hand higher ...” My words came out breathy, but he got the message. Without hesitation, his fingers found that bundle of nerves, which was swollen already.

The growl in my ear hummed with his satisfaction, no doubt pleased with me finally expressing my desires. His mouth lowered from my ear, down my jaw, to my breast again, and finally to my belly, licking a heated trail on the way. All while his fingers were pinching and pulling on my clit in a way that had me seeing stars. His tongue was getting closer and closer to the apex of my legs, my anticipation growing in bounds.

“Birdie.” His husky voice broke through the fog in my brain. “I want to taste you. Can I taste you?” I looked down to find his eyes seeking mine for something, a nod of the head, anything. All I could do was moan and lift my hips as an offering to him. The small smile on his lips confirmed he understoodthe meaning.

And he began to devour me.

I felt as if I were floating, my body being worshipped by a god as his hands lovingly stroked my legs, my stomach, up to my breasts. At the same time, his tongue explored and dipped into parts of me never before touched like that by anyone. His fingers expertly worked in tandem with his mouth, alternating plunging inside me. The wave of orgasm was rising in me, my body tensing under him. He read the signs and moved his mouth to cover my clit, lips circling and sucking. His fingers reached up and found my nipples, pinching at just the right time, the surge hitting its summit. He had to keep me down on the bed with his hands, my body lifting, the ecstasy almost too much. With my head pushing into the pillows, my orgasm ripped through my body, top to bottom, pulsating against his mouth as he hummed with sated pleasure.

His urgency took over, ripping open the drawer of his desk as he frantically looked for the square foil pouch. I watched him roll the condom over his dick, which was hard and thick in his hands, and I was ready for him to be inside me. I reached up and grabbed a hold of his ass, pulling him back down. He fell onto me, cradling my head with his bent arms, body suspended. He nudged my legs apart with his knee while his tongue begged entrance to my mouth, the taste of me still there. I felt the fullness of him resting against my entrance, and I curved my body to meet his, forcing theconnection.

Xander moved up onto his knees, which startled me. I wasn’t expecting him to move away from us laying on the bed, against each other. He put both his hands under my ass, pulling me up and off the bed, opening my legs, and me, wide. I letout a grunt.

“Is this OK, Lanie?” He froze. I knew he was thinking he had pushed me too far. But for once, this was all OK. I was OK.

“It’s more than OK, yes. Please!”

He held me by my hips and pulled me closer. My body slid easily along the sheets as he glided me onto his length, driving into me. The angle I was at gave him access to push deep inside me. He started slow, his fingers digging into my skin as he held on, my lower body suspended in his hands. His eyes locked on mine as his thrusts sped up, a wicked smile taking over his face. He started pumping harder, our skin smacking together, the bed crashing against the wall. I felt myself contracting around him as he pulled out, slowly. Only for him to ram back into me harder than before, the bed scraping across thetile floor.

“Oh God, Xander!” I shrieked, grabbing for something to hold on to, feeling as if I was falling, falling off the bed, off the earth.

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