He returns to being serious. “Fuck, yeah. I’ve been hard for you since the day we met, Lenley. When I’m not working or sleeping, I think about all the things I want to do to you; how much I like making you come.”
I’m appeased by his words. “So what did your research say you have to do to make this good for me?”
He kisses my ankle. “There was consensus that ...”
His lips glide higher toward my calf, so soft and warm. “... the better I make you feel ...”
He’s at my knee. “... the more relaxed you are ...”
My leg is on his shoulder and his lips reach my lower thigh. “... that if I get you to come first and take it slowly ...”
He’s kissing the inside of my upper thighs and I can feel his warm breath on me. “... then there’s a chance that it won’t hurt too much.”
His face is at the apex of my thighs and I inhale deeply, closing my eyes in anticipation of the contact with his mouth.
I’m surprised when he doesn’t lick me the way he did the other night at the museum; instead his tongue enters me, hot and slick as Peyton goes as far inside me as he can.
He retreats to enter me again and again and every time his face is almost flush with my opening, his nose rubs against my pulsing, swollen clit.
I hear moaning and I realize that it comes from both of us; his tongue feels so good in there, that I think I’ve got this. Maybe Peyton was worrying too much about it being painful for me.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” He moans, kissing his way up my slit.
“Oh my God!” I gasp as he sucks my clit into his mouth and enters me with two fingers.
I feel myself tighten around his digits, they’re harder and thicker than his tongue and he moves them in and out of me with increasing speed; at the same time, he alternates sucking on my most sensitive spot with hard flicks of his tongue.
It feels good, better than anything I’ve ever felt before. Every lick, every pump of his fingers feels better than the previous one and the wave of pleasure that finally sweeps me under is so intense that I cry out, arching my back, with my eyes closed.
He doesn’t relent, licking, sucking and fucking me with his fingers until my orgasm begins to ebb away.
He takes me into his arms, allowing me to come down from my high, tracing down my shoulder to the side of my breasts with slow up and down motion.
“That was so good, Peyton,” I whisper with my face nestled in the crook of his neck. “I feel so relaxed.”
I feel the smile in his voice before I lift my head to look into the dark blue depths of his eyes. “Good. Because I’m not done with you, Snow.”
“Oh, I know that.” I smile back, taking the hand that’s palm down on his chest on a journey down the ridges and valleys of his sculpted abs.
I stop when I find his hard cock, closing my fingers around the base and gliding a tight fist all the way up his shaft. I stop at the tip, reveling in the luxurious feeling of the softest, smoothest skin I’ve ever felt.
“Shit.” He grunts when I tease the skin under his crown with the pad of my thumb. “Lenley, you need to stop touching me like that.”
“Why?” I ask with a satisfied smile at the sight of the way the muscles of his lower abs are tightening with every touch.
“Because I want you and if you keep doing that, I’m going to come all over your hand.”
His next words fill me with pride. “You’ve really paid attention the other day, huh? You know exactly what to do to drive me crazy.”
I smile. “You promised you’d teach me everything you know and I want to be a good student.”
Peyton chuckles. “Fuck, trust me Snow, so far you’re getting all the top grades with all of us.”
He shifts his weight on the mattress, so that he’s hovering over me, careful not to crush me with his much larger body. “Do you know how much I fucking want you right now?” His voice is low and thick with desire.
“I want you too, Peyton.”
He settles with his knees between my thighs, keeping his hands on my hips. “I know we’ve talked about this and I got tested and you’re on birth control, but if you’d prefer me to wear a condom—”
I shake my head. “No. I like the idea that this is your first time without one. So you’ll never forget about me.”
I knew this felt right, but Peyton’s next words confirm it without the shadow of a doubt. “Only an idiot could forget about you, Lenley.”
He probably means Darrius but he doesn’t say it and I’m glad; this moment belongs just to me and Peyton.
The velvety skin of the tip of his cock is nudging at my entrance but rather than pushing his way inside, Peyton shifts his hips causing his entire length to glide and rub over my slit; I’m so wet that it’s a slippery endeavor and the sensation that shoots through me when Peyton’s tip rubs against my clit is something out of this word.
“Peyton.” I gasp as he repeats the movement, causing my clit to pulse so intensely that my inner walls clench with need.
He keeps rubbing himself on me and I immediately understand that he wants to make me come again.
“Come on, sweet girl,” he murmurs with another thrust. “Come for me.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice; the feeling of his steely hard-on dragging against my most sensitive spot is impossible to resist.
I’m trembling as I fall over the edge and Peyton swallows my moans in a deep, passionate kiss.
I feel relaxed, almost boneless. “Hmm, I’m tingling everywhere,” I say against his lips, as faint aftershocks of my orgasm are still rippling through my body.
“That’s good,” he says, shifting his hips again. “I think we might be ready for more. I need you to tell me if I’m hurting you, ok? We’ll slow down or we’ll stop. I’m not going to be mad, Snow.”
I nod, unable to talk when I feel the smooth skin of his tip at my entrance.
Peyton pushes forward and I feel myself beginning to open it to him as he starts entering me.
This is good, I think. It doesn’t hurt at all.
But Peyton’s cock was just barely past my outer lips; things change when he starts actually entering me.
“Oh fuck!” I squeal.
The pain is sharp and so intense that tears spring from my eyes and my muscles tense around him.
“Lenley.” His voice is soft and calm. “That’s it, beautiful. I’m in. Just one final push and—”
His hip bones touch mine and I realize that Peyton is completely inside me.
He cups my face in his hands, his blue eyes searching my own gaze for clues. “I’m inside you, Snow. Breathe, sweet girl; the worst part is over.”
I relax just marginally. “Easy for you to say that. It hurt like a motherfucker.”
He has the decency to look concerned. “I’m sorry. How do you feel now?”
I think about it for a second; it’s a really odd feeling, different than anything else I’ve experienced before. “I feel ... full.”
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