Biker's Virgin

“Unzip my dress,” I gasped. “Hurry.”

He unzipped my dress and slowly pushed his hands beneath the fabric to slide it from my shoulders and glide it the rest of the way down every curve of my body, leaving me standing in the naked light streaming from the hall in only my bra, panties, and stilettos.

I tugged my bottom lips between my teeth and turned to face him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“God you are beautiful,” he breathed.

He began kissing my neck, moving his hands tenderly up and down my sides and my back, caressing me with gentle, yet eager, touches.

As he did, I ran the fingers of my left hand through his hair, slowly but surely easing his head down, directing it lower and lower. With my right, I unbuttoned his pants and reached inside, wrapping my fingers around the substantial girth of his hardening cock, and then slowly began moving my hand up and down along its length.

His caresses were moving down my body, and soon he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down with a firm, but gentle tug. They dropped to my ankles, and I stepped out of them.

Now he was kissing me around my lower belly, on my hips and thighs, while running his hands up and down my legs. I knew where his head was aiming to reach, and I parted my legs to accommodate him, but remained standing, running both of my hands now through his thick, luscious hair as he started to kiss me at the meeting of my thighs.

I was ready—very ready. He slipped a finger inside me, just to tease. I gasped and shuddered involuntarily and he chuckled as he slid it back out.

My knees went weak as a wave of pleasure moved through me.

“Not yet,” he whispered as he leaned in, moving his face between my legs.

He started teasing me with his tongue—gentle licks and ever so slight touches. I could feel my inner thighs becoming slick. Emerson started kissing me, using his lips in an alternately gentle and then more forceful manner. My nerve endings were all tingling, and I really was starting to question whether I'd be able to maintain my balance for much longer.

Then he started licking, with the tip of his tongue, on my clit. He used just enough pressure to send wave after wave of pleasure rippling through my body, and he kept the strokes of his tongue rhythmic and the pressure consistent.

The first pulsing of an orgasm began to build within me as he kept going.

“Don't stop, Emerson,” I managed to gasp. “Please, for the love of God, don't—”

He kept his pace steady and the orgasm started to grow within me, building like a balloon inflated with too much air until, in a release from this glorious pressure, it finally exploded, shooting hot shrapnel shards of pure pleasure through my entire nervous system.

I cried out as the waves of joy boosted through my veins and gripped Emerson's hair with more force than I probably should have. I pushed his head away from me, my body shivering and trembling from the force of the orgasm. He tried to move back in, but I stopped him.

“Wait,” I managed to gasp. “Not yet. It's… it’s… I can’t take anymore right now.” I fell onto the edge of the bed beside him and regained my breath. With a mischievous sideways glance, I smiled at him. “My turn. Or should I say, your turn.”

I instructed him to stand and face me, running my hands lightly over his beautifully-sculpted body as I did. The smooth, solid hardness of his muscles made me even wetter than I already was.

When my hands reached his pants, I yanked them down, and his hard, throbbing cock emerged. I opened my mouth and guided it in slowly. His knees buckled a little with pleasure as I started to gently stroke the underside with my tongue. He started to run his fingers through my hair as I licked and teased, stroking the shaft with my hands as I did.

When I increased the momentum, moving my head back and forth, he moaned and gasped, and his fingers gripped my hair in tight handfuls. He took over, moving my head back and forth at an ever-increasing pace.

“Oh my God, Brooke,” he moaned.

He slowed the movements and eased his cock out of my mouth, and dropped down to his knees before me and kissed me slowly and deeply, moving his tongue around my mouth with gentle pressure. Then he slipped his fingers through mine and pushed me back onto his bed, positioning himself over me.

“I need to be as close to you as possible,

” he whispered as he trailed hot kisses down my shoulder and pressed his body against mine. The solidity of his excitement pushed against the moistness between my legs. In one slow stroke, we connected. When he had filled me completely, he began to thrust unhurriedly. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure through me. His smooth muscles slid against my stomach and he gazed down at me. All I could see was the blue of his eyes. All I could feel was the heat of him moving within me and his body grinding against my clit. All of my apprehensions disappeared, and for the first time in my life, I knew what freedom felt like.

I slid my hands over his back and felt his muscles move under my fingertips. I bit my lip to avoid moaning, but he covered my lips with his and the moan slipped into his mouth. I held onto him tighter, wanting him closer to me than he ever could be. Tension built in my body. Every nerve was on fire. For a moment, the world seemed to stop.

Pleasure exploded inside me, blazing through my body as Emerson released his own ecstasy. He took a few deep, sharp breaths as I trembled around him. After a couple of minutes had passed, I was still lost within my euphoria. He rolled over beside me, wrapped his strong, muscular arms around me, and pulled me close to him.

“That was amazing,” he whispered.

“It was,” I replied.

“And do you know what the best thing about it was?”