Somethin' About That Boy

I snickered.

The bed was small. He was big. And I was practically on top of him.

I moved my hands until they were resting against his chest, then moved them down just a little bit more so that I could rest them more comfortably on his belly.

Except, that wasn’t very comfortable either, and my arm was sort of going numb where it was pressed up against him near the bed.

He laughed when I moved my hands again, quietly chuckling against my hair, then moved us all over again until I was flipped onto my other side and facing away from him.

My unbound breasts squished together, and he crowded me close until he was pressed up against me fully.

“Better?” he asked.

I swallowed hard, wiggled some more, and inadvertently brushed my ass against his penis again.

His very hard, very erect, very right there penis.

Except, this time I didn’t move.

I didn’t breathe, either.

He drew in a shaky breath and settled it more firmly against me, then stayed deathly still.

I tried not to move.

Really, I tried.

But I couldn’t help it.

I had to move.

There was just some compulsion inside of me that had me pushing back against him just to make sure it was still there.

Let me tell you something, it most assuredly was.

Right. There.

His hard cock pushed against the thin layer of my panties, and I moaned.

I couldn’t help it.

“You should be very, very sure right now,” he said against my throat, dropping his mouth down to run along the length of my throat.

I licked my lips, then did the only thing I could do.

I reached up and grabbed one of his hands that was very casually resting right underneath my breasts, moved it down, and pushed it back up underneath my shirt until it was resting on my bare breasts.

It was a bold move.

One that had him stiffening even further behind me.

His hand closed over my breast, and I was kind of dismayed to find out that not only was his hand big enough to fit my entire breast in it—I really thought they were quite large—but he didn’t move said hand after he did.

“Please be sure,” he murmured. “I don’t…”

I was sure.

More than sure.

I sent that text message earlier to him hoping that it would drive him wild, and now that he was here…

“I’m sure,” I told him, taking his other hand and pushing it down to rest against my mound. “Touch me.”

His hand closed over my mound next, his fingers pressing hard between my thighs, exactly where it ached the most.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to push back against his cock, or down against his hand, and it was an interesting dilemma that had me doing both.

I alternated between the two places, rocking my hips back and forth in reaction.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his thumb and pointer finger closing on my erect nipple and pinching it lightly.

I gasped, a moan slipping free of my lips, and he paused all motion.

“I seriously don’t want to wake your parents up,” he growled against my ear. “If you can’t be quiet, we’ll have to stop.”

I snapped my teeth shut so fast that my teeth clicked together.

He chuckled lightly against my ear, then licked my neck from collarbone to the shell of my ear.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for forever,” he murmured. “Tilt your head to the side so I can kiss you.”

I did, presenting him with my mouth, and groaning when he took it like he owned it.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” I whispered shakily when he pulled away. “I need something more.”

I didn’t know how to explain it, but I seriously felt empty and tight and tingly all over.

He moved his hand without comment, sliding it up the length of my flat belly until he caught his fingers on the waistband of my panties, then slowly slipped it back down inside.

I gasped and placed my hand over his where it was tenting up the front of my panties and caused him to pause.

“No, don’t stop,” I urged, pushing him further.

He breathed out shakily against my neck, his mouth skimming the expanse of my throat as his middle finger parted my lips.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out and pushed myself back against him to urge him on.

He ground his cock into my ass and slowly swirled his finger through the wetness that was gathered at my entrance before drawing it up to my clit and swirling it around. He didn’t actually touch the bundle of nerves, but stayed just on the outside rim of it, slowly circling.

It drove me absolutely mad, and by the time he actually got around to touching it, I exploded.

I wasn’t sure what it was.

The excitement of what we were doing, being touched for the first time, or the carnality of the act, whatever it was, all those things combined to knock me straight into next week.