He pokes his nose into the Y where my legs meet my slit and inhales deeply. Heat floods my face. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting so turned on or because I’m afraid he won’t like the way I smell down there.
“Mmm… your pussy smells delicious. A perfect combination of sweet and musky. Let’s see if it tastes as good as it smells.”
Oh fuck.
His tongue darts out of his mouth and licks the top of my slit in one upward swipe. I’m not sure what kind of squawk it is that comes out of my mouth, but I know it is triggered by nothing but ecstasy.
He’s only licked me once, but my legs are already going weak. There’s no way I’ll still be standing if he continues doing that.
I lean against the bed and grasp the edge of the mattress for support. Porter moves closer and lifts one of my legs to place my foot on the box spring. “You’re going to like this. A lot.”
He spreads my slit apart with his fingers, and his tongue does this fast vibration-flicking thing against the top. “Ohhh… ohh… ohh.”
I look down because I want to see his mouth on me. I consider shutting my eyes when he looks up at me. Having his eyes on mine while he licks me that way… it’s almost too erotic. Almost.
He turns his hand palm side up and inserts a finger inside me while he sucks and pulls on the top of my slit. The suction of his mouth starts and stops in a rhythm that matches his fingers sliding in and out of me.
I’m already rocking my pelvis against his mouth when I realize what I’m doing. Pure instinct. That’s all it can be called because this has never been done to me.
A need I’ve never known is triggered low in my groin. A need for more. More suction. More friction. More motion.
I rock against Porter’s mouth harder and faster and with more pressure. “Ohh God. Porter. Something is happening. And it feels so good.”
He sucks harder and I have this strange, rhythmic squeeze-and-release thing happening inside me. A warm rush fills my face and chest and arms and legs. Ecstasy. Elation. Rapture. Euphoria. Call it whatever but it’s wonderful. And I don’t want it to ever end.
I fall on his bed when the rhythmic contractions stop, and I hear the sound of a zipper. I forgot he was still wearing pants.
I was planning to explore his body, but it’ll have to wait. I’m a boneless mess with trembling legs.
Porter crawls over me and lowers his naked body on top of mine, so we’re face-to-face with our bodies pressed together. He’s smiling as he kisses me. Proud of himself, I can tell. “I made you come hard?”
“You sure did, magic mouth.”
He chuckles. “Magic mouth?”
I nod while I nibble on my lip, a little embarrassed to admit the truth. “That’s the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm.”
His smile widens until dimples form in both cheeks. “Did you like it?”
Is he kidding? “Of course, I liked it. I want more. Lots more. Just like that one.”
“I’m not a bit opposed to that. Your pussy tastes good.”
“Porter…”
“Whaaat?”
He knows what. “You have a filthy mouth.”
“Your pussy didn’t mind my filthy mouth just now, so neither should you.”
He kisses me and I smell myself. “I’m not sure how I feel about kissing you with that on your breath.”
“It’s a part of you, Frankee. Get used to it; you’re going to be smelling that on my breath a lot.”
Porter bends my knees and pushes my legs apart. He rotates his hips and the length of his erection rubs against me. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Porter sits back on his feet so he’s kneeling between my legs. He reaches down and traces the strip of hair on my mound. “I like this.”
“I didn’t know we’d be doing this today. I probably would have taken it all off if I’d known.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t do that.”
“I thought guys liked it smooth.”
“Not me.” He cups his hand between my legs. “I want this to look like it belongs on a woman, not a little girl. Hairless is weird to me.”
“Okay.”
He leans over to the nightstand and takes out a condom from the top drawer. He’s prepared, a reminder that I’m not the first woman he’s had in his bed. Hell, I’m probably not even the first one this month.
He tears the foil packet and tosses it on the nightstand before rolling the condom over his impressive erection. I may be a virgin but even I know this man is hung. “Your cock is huge. This is going to hurt.”
“You might not appreciate my massive cock this first time, but I promise you that after your virginity is gone, you will love my arm-size dick inside you. You’ll beg me to fuck you with it.”
“I don’t know that it’s arm-size.”
“It’s arm-size.” He chuckles. “I just didn’t say whose arm.”
Porter lowers his body so he’s lying on top of me. “It’s going to take some self-control not to lose myself and fuck you into the mattress.”
“Is that what you’ve been fantasizing about doing?”
“Every fucking night, Frankee. In this bed… pumping my cock… thinking about you.”
“That’s sort of sweet. And dirty. But mostly sweet.”
“Things are about to get real sweet.”
He glides his hand between our bodies and pushes his fingers through my slick center. “Fuck, you’re wet. You have no idea what a turn-on that is.”
Porter rubs the tip of his condom-clad cock up and down through my wet slit. Feeling it at my entrance turns me on in a whole new and different way.
Amazing. I know Porter’s dick is going to stretch my body and tear something deep inside me. Despite knowing there will be pain, I still want him inside me. I crave it. I need it.
Porter positions the tip in my center and slowly eases the head inside. He covers my mouth with his and pushes the remaining length inside me, tearing through my virginity. There’s a stingy-achy-pleasure-pain sensation but it isn’t bad. The discomfort quickly subsides, and I’m ready for everything he has to give.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m good.” I bend my knees and tilt my hips upward. “I’m ready for you to fuck me into this mattress.”
He pulls back, almost to the point where it feels like he’s going to slide out, and then quickly thrusts. He grasps the backs of my thighs and pushes my legs up and apart, using them as leverage to pound into me deeper and harder. “I can’t believe how tight you are. The grip your body has on my cock feels so fucking good.”
Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Simple Man’ begins playing and Porter’s pace slows to echo the tempo in perfect synchronization. Again, not a traditionally romantic song but somehow it’s perfect.
He releases my legs and lowers his body, so his chest is pressed against my breasts. His forearms are pushing into the bed around my head, trapping me inside his cage of muscular, tattooed arms. I can’t think of anything any sexier. But then one of his hands leaves its place beside my head. It follows the length of my arm until he finds my hand. He laces his fingers through mine and squeezes. I squeeze back in response, and he brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss. It feels so romantic, a gesture of affection.
The song reaches the crescendo, and Porter moves our clasped hands above my head and pumps faster. He presses his forehead to mine, and his breath increases. A grunt/groan/moan accompanies the last few thrusts, but it’s the last one I love hearing the most. “Uhhh… Frankee.”
Hearing my name on his lips while he’s coming is a special kind of thrill.
He pulls out slowly, rolls off of me, and lies on his back. His breathing has slowed but deepened. “Oh fuck. That was the best lunch break I’ve ever had.”
Porter reaches for my hand, bringing it to his mouth for another kiss. “Thank you for letting me be the one.”
I didn’t do anything but lie there, but that seemed to be what he wanted
. “Was it good for you?”
“Baby, calling that good would be an insult to your pussy.”
“You love saying that word, don’t you?”
“Pussy?”
“Yes.”
“I love everything about pussy. Not just saying the word. Does that bother you?”
“Depends.”
“Upon?”
“If you want my pussy, you can have it whenever you want it. But you can’t have anyone else’s. I’m not going to play that game. And if that’s going to be a problem then we need to only be boss and intern.”
Porter rolls and climbs on top of me. He grabs my wrists and pushes my hands over my head. He bites my bottom lip and tugs on it. “Same goes for you, Frankee. If you want my cock, you can have it whenever you want it. But you can’t have anyone else’s.”
“Don’t want anyone else’s.”
“Okay then. I think this is settled.”
“I wanted you to try something different, so I got the Mexican quinoa and creamy butternut squash linguine with fried sage. Both of them are good takeout dishes.”
“Hmm… I can’t choose. Do you want to split them?”
“Sure.”
I divvy out portions of each entree onto two plates.
“I’ll get drinks while you’re doing that. What do you want?”
“I always drink water with meals.”
“Me too.”
We sit at my bar, and Frankee is wearing red lace panties and one of my black Lovibond T-shirts. Sexy as fuck. “Seeing you like that makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and take you to my bed again.”
“I might say yes to that if we hadn’t been gone from the brewery for so long.”
“I know we need to get back… but I’d really love to fuck you again.”
“Pace yourself. I don’t want you to tire of me before September.”
“Not possible.”
“Well, let’s not overdo it just in case.”
My phone vibrates, and my heart speeds when I see who it is. “It’s my mom. I’m sorry, but I really need to take this.”
“Of course, you do. Don’t apologize for that.”