I want to feel Eb between my legs. I want to feel him deep inside of me. From looking at his huge cock with the broad head that’s wet with his desire, there’s no way I’m leaving until I get that. Until I have every inch of him.
I practically hold my breath as the last of my clothes fall to the floor.
“Climb up on the bed,” Eb orders. His voice is huskier than normal, full of need.
I have a moment of fear, or maybe it’s embarrassment. Eb seems to understand because he reaches his hand out, rolling to his side, and pulling me into him.
“You’re warm,” I murmur, somewhat lamely.
“There’s no need to be nervous, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel good. I’m going to make us both feel good.”
“I know, it’s just I haven’t done this before,” I assure him, blushing.
“You’re a virgin?”
“What? No,” I answer, feeling more embarrassed. “But I’ve always been in a relationship. I’ve never done this with a stranger before.”
“We’re not strangers, Joy.”
“I don’t think one date makes us friends, Eb.”
“That’s where you are wrong, Joy,” he responds, taking my hand and guiding it to the base of his cock. He’s so big and thick that my hand doesn’t completely wrap around it. “We’re about to get very friendly.”
“With what you are packing, if we get too friendly, I won’t be able to walk afterwards,” I tell him. I’m not really joking, but Eb gives a soft laugh. It’s a good sound and for some reason it calms me like nothing else could.
I leave my worries behind. I may not have known Eb for very long, but being with him is comfortable, it feels right. That truth emblazons me. It makes me bold.
I tighten my hand on his cock and instantly Eb groans. I keep the pressure and stroke him from root to tip and just as I get to the head, I curl my hand to one side. Eb exhales with a rumbling noise and his hips thrust toward me.
“Fuck, Joy.”
“You like that?” I ask, smiling. Sliding my hand back down his shaft.
“I think you’re teasing me Joy. Do you know what happens when you tease?”
“Wha-t?”
My question comes out broken with a moan mixed in somewhere in the middle, because Eb slides his fingers between the lips of my pussy. They brush against the sensitive skin, sending electrical charges of desire through me. He stokes against my clit, before pushing hard against it. I whimper, trying to tighten my legs around his hand to ride. He moves his fingers in a small half-moon shape clockwise and then counter-clockwise, playing my body like an instrument.
He repeats his movements over and over, all while kissing me and swallowing my cries. Finally, he pulls away so I can take oxygen into my lungs, but I whimper, because I already miss him. His lips make a slow trail down my neck and chest. When his lips latch onto one of my nipples, he thrusts his fingers deep inside of me, and my body comes up off the bed.
“You’re soaked, Joy, but still so fucking tight. Your little cunt is squeezing my fingers. Do you think you will be able to take all of me inside of you?” he asks. Then, he somehow stretches me. I can feel his fingers drag and press against my inner walls and I can do nothing more than moan his name.
“Eb, please.”
“Please what?”
“I need you inside of me,” I beg. My voice comes out harsher, almost to the point that it sounds more like a demand.
In answer, Eb takes his fingers and his mouth away and lies on his back. I lift up looking down at him, afraid he is going to stop and that’s the last thing I want.
He grins at me and then brings his fingers to his mouth. They are slick and glossy with my juices. I start to beg him for more when he wraps his tongue around his fingers and then sucks my wetness from them.
“You taste so good. I loved the Christmas cookies you brought over, but I think my favorite flavor of the season is Christmas Joy.”
“Quit teasing me.”
He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls open a small drawer. He grabs a condom and dangles it in front of me.
“Put it on me,” he orders, his voice dark and demanding. It sends shivers down my spine. I take it from him, my gaze holding his. I love the look on his face and the way the dark color in his eyes seems to intensify. I put the foil wrapper in my mouth and tear it open. “That’s my girl,” he says with a smile. His thumb comes up to brush the corner of my mouth and I feel like purring in pride.
I like that. I want to be his girl.