Page 89 of S is for SEX

I stood, frozen in place.

He leaned into me, brushing his cheek along mine lightly until his mouth was against my left ear. My shoulders instinctively raised. Goosebumps formed along my arms. With his warm breath in my ear, I stood there attempting to act unaffected by his approach. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I wanted him to show me just what it was that would wad me into a ball of blubbering flesh, but part of me was afraid.

“Liv, you’re shaking,” he whispered.

A chill ran along my spine. I swallowed heavily, knowing a response was impossible.

As he pulled away from me, his lips parted slightly. I desperately wanted him to kiss me. Halfway between being scared to death and too damned excited to move, I stood and watched his each and every movement as if there was nothing I could do to either join him or prevent him from proceeding. It was something I had spent many drunken evenings thinking about and hoping for, but had always dismissed as nothing more than just that.

Hope.

I stood silently as he moved closer. I waited. I wanted. But more than anything, I wondered. I knew whatever Luke offered me would be enjoyable from a sexual standpoint, but I doubted I was truly prepared. If his ability to fuck me was equal to his ability to surf or fight, I was going to be in trouble. As his chest pressed lightly against mine I closed my eyes and hoped my shaking legs would continue to hold me up.

I could feel his warm breath against my mouth. Eager, I opened my eyes.

He leaned his head to the side at the last moment, brushing his lips lightly past mine. As he pressed his jaw against the side of my face and exhaled lightly against my ear my panties all but burst into flames.

“Take off your shorts, Liv,” he breathed.

An ever so slight tingling in my pussy assured me it was alright to proceed. My hands fell to the waist of my shorts and I fumbled to unfasten the button. A simple task that I did no less than half a dozen times a day all of a sudden became impossible. After finally unbuttoning the shorts, I forced my thumbs underneath my panties and began to press them down my legs.

He didn’t tell me to take off my panties.

For whatever nervous reasons, I wondered if he was testing me.

I released my panties and pushed my shorts down along my thighs until they fell to the floor. With my underwear now riding low on my hips, I stood up and kicked my shorts to the side.

Gracefully, he knelt in front of me. I bit into my bottom lip and watched as he traced his fingers along the top edge of my panties, softly pressing them against my skin from the center of my stomach toward each hip. My eyes fell closed as I felt his fingers slide underneath the bottom lace and follow the fabric until the tips of his fingers rested against the sides of my pussy. As he carefully caressed the skin on the inside of my upper thighs with his thumbs, I released my lip and drew in a sharp unexpected breath.

I was absolutely soaked.

He pulled my panties to the side and I felt his warm breath against my wetness. My eyes shot open and I gasped as his mouth pressed against my swollen mound. With precision, he flicked his tongue against my clit ever so gently. As I embraced the feeling of his tongue teasing me with precision, he pulled away and gazed up at me.

I stood there, trembling, incapable of much more than returning his gaze. My lips parted slightly in anticipation as he reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. As many times as I had seen Luke shirtless at the beach, nothing could have prepared me to see him half-naked and on his knees with his face hovering in front of my wanting pussy.

I gazed down at him filled with wonder. Why, I thought, had we taken so long to decide to give this a try? He reached around me, dug his fingertips into the cheeks of my ass, and pulled me into his face. Again, he encompassed me fully with his lips. I let out an unexpected moan as his tongue began to circle my swollen clit.

Rhythmically, I bucked my hips against his face, fucking his mouth as he carefully flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue.

Quickly, I felt myself begin to peak and closed my eyes. As my moaning rang out into the room, a deep groan escaped his lips and transferred into my wet flesh in mild vibrations. His lips and tongue continued to nibble and work their magic on my nub until a tingling filled me and I bellowed out into the room.

The intensity of the orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I pulled my hips away from his face and peered down at him, only to see him gazing up, his face covered with my wetness.

Slowly, he stood.

Our lips met. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to become lost in the moment. His tongue danced with mine magically, and along with it came the taste of my orgasm. As we kissed he pulled me firmly against him. With my head spinning and my mind trying to make sense of the situation I had so quickly agreed to become a part of, I kissed him eagerly in return, savoring each and every movement of his lips and tongue. He dragged his nails along my back as he pressed his palms deep against my muscles, his hands coming to a stop at my waist. As I ground my hips against his, I felt his rigid shaft against my leg.

I pulled my mouth from his and slowly shifted my eyes from his broad chest along his chiseled abdomen and eventually to his waist.

Silently, he reached down, untied his shorts, and pushed them to the floor.

A pronounced “V” shape in his lower stomach muscles commanded my focus to fall further, following the “V” to the area it so clearly pointed to. I stared, all but paralyzed by the sight of what was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. As my mind drifted to thoughts of being filled with something so perfectly shaped, I couldn’t help but wonder if the girth of his third leg would tear me apart.

An unwanted sigh escaped my lungs. With my focus fixed on his thickness, I reached for the bottom of my shirt. I pulled it over my head and reached behind my back. As I awkwardly fumbled with the clasp of my bra, he began to slowly stroke his shaft with his right hand.

With my eyes glued to his insanely large and ever-so-stiff dick, I dropped my bra to the floor. His hand continued to slowly work its way up and down the shaft, all but commanding me to remain focused on the swollen member I had spent so many years fantasizing about. I pushed my panties to the floor.

His free hand gripping my neck startled me. He leaned closer, pressing his bare chest to mine. As we stood with our eyes locked, he slowly rubbed the tip of his swollen cock along my pussy lips.

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