Page 414 of S is for SEX

“Not a word,” he whispered.

I looked up at the wall, and braced myself, pressing hard against the wall.

As he began to slide inside of me, I bent my knees, and pressed my butt against his hips as hard as I could, forcing him inside of me as deeply as possible. I felt his left arm on my ribs, as his hand slid slowly down to my crotch. His finger found my clit, and he began to massage it with the tip of his finger as he squeezed my neck lightly with his other hand.

He had found a rhythm of slow, long strokes. His hips lightly slapped against my butt as he attempted to go as deep as possible. His thick long cock working its way in and out of my wetness…this was not love making, we were fucking - and I loved it. He continued to rub my clit, sending miniature electric shocks throughout my body. His breath against my ear felt like steam. As I began to tingle, I bit my lower lip with my teeth, knowing I was going to have an immediate orgasm.

“Listen to me, Baby Girl. Listen. Cum on me. Cum all over my cock. Cum for me, Baby Girl. I want you to cum. Cum for me,” he whispered into my ear as he continued to push himself deeper inside of me.

My legs began to shake. I removed one of my hands from the wall, and grabbed his hand, trying to hold it still. His finger on my clit was sending waves through my soul as I began to climax. I couldn’t remove his hand, and his finger continued to massage my clit as his swollen shaft slid in and out slowly. His chest pressed against my back, and his hips pressed against my butt, my eyes rolled back and my eyelids closed. Lost in the moment, I came, and I came, and I came. I heard him whispering in my ear and felt his breath, but I could not comprehend what he was saying. As I continued to have orgasm after orgasm, I felt his cock swell, growing inside of me. I could feel his heart beating through it as he held it deep, pressing against me. I wanted to capture this moment, this feeling, and keep it. There was nothing I could ever do to resurrect this feeling, to make it happen again.

His chest released pressure from my back, and he began to groan. As he continued to groan, he erupted inside of me. My entire body shook, tingled, and felt warm at the same time. An orgasm-like experience that I had never witnessed went through my entire body as he came. I couldn’t breathe. I opened my eyes. I heard nothing but ringing in my ears.

As he pulled himself from inside of me, I reached down and cupped my hand over my crotch. His orgasm felt massive, and I knew it would eventually be everywhere. Standing there with one hand between my legs, I turned to face him. With his hand still on my neck, he slowly slid it up to my chin and gripped my jaw with his fingers. He looked me in the eye, and his lips slowly and softly met mine. Two soft, wet kisses later, he pulled his face back.

“You’re perfect for me. You’re human, and you’re flawed, we all are. But for me, you are perfect,” he whispered.

I felt like my heart was in my throat. I could feel it beating in my mouth. I stood, one hand on my crotch, and stared at him. With my free hand, I reached around him and hugged him, pressing my cheek against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, and feeling it against my face, I wondered just what he meant. Just how perfect was I, and what would that afford me? With one of his hands in my hair, and one against my back, we hugged.

“You guys need help in there?” the irritating high school teen asked from outside the door.

“No, just trying on jeans,” I responded.

“Okay, well…one person to a room, please. It’s store policy,” she responded in a sharp tone.

“I will be right out,” Erik said in a deep voice.

As he pulled his jeans up, I admired his body structure. His back muscles through his tee shirt as he bent down. His calf and thigh muscles as he pulled his pants up. His forearm muscles, covered with tattoos, as he zipped his jeans. Talk about perfect.

He opened the door just enough to exit and slipped through, closing it behind him. After he stepped out, I stood, one hand on my crotch, and one free. I looked around the room. I grabbed the jeans from the corner of the room and used the inner leg of the pants to wipe myself clean. Covered in his cum as well as mine, I wiped several times. I then neatly folded the jeans, placed them on the bench, and got dressed. With the jeans in one hand and my purse in the other, I walked out of the booth.

“I need to go back to the jeans,” I said, motioning to the display.

Erik followed me as I walked quickly to the jean display. I dug through them and found a similar pair in the wash and color style of the jeans that I was carrying. I checked the size, and handed the new jeans to Erik.

“Hold those please?”

Looking puzzled, he reached out and took the jeans. As we walked to the counter, the teen was checking someone out and popping her gum as she did. What an irritating little bitch. We stepped in line behind the boy who was paying for his clothes. As she handed him his purchases, she popped her gum again, and tilted her head to the side.

“Thanks for shopping at The Buckle.”

“These fit funny,” I said, handing her the dirty jeans I was holding in my hand. “So, you may want to check them for correct sizing.”

“These are the correct size, and we’ll take these,” I said, taking the jeans from Erik and handing them to her.

She placed the first pair of jeans on the counter.

“I will check them later,” she assured me, popping her gum as she spoke.

As she rang up the jeans, Erik nudged me aside and pulled money from his front pocket.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Taking care of you,” he responded.

He handed her a hundred dollar bill and received the change. She placed the jeans in the bag and handed it to him, smiling.

“Thanks for shopping at The Buckle. And, uhhm, you guys make a cute couple,” she said as we were turning to walk away.

Wow. She was a perceptive dumb bitch.

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