Her first suck was hard, almost too hard, before her lips relaxed and she kissed the head of my cock, softly, just enough to let me know she was there. I didn’t expect expertise; she’d been a virgin until Keith. But she was eager, intuitive, and ready to learn what made me groan.
I wondered if she was wet; if this turned her on. If making me so fucking hard it hurt, made her insides squeeze in anticipation.
Her tongue flicked over me as her cheeks sucked me deeper into her throat. She got to a point and stopped; her eyes wide as she looked up at me. I could see her try to relax, but she hadn’t caught the knack yet, so I moved in her mouth, pressed my hips a little more into the back of her throat with a devilish grin. I could feel my cock sink a little further, but it didn’t go far.
“Let me, Celia,” I whispered and moved my hands to hold her head still.
With a groan of satisfaction, I began to move, to show her how to suck me off.
I felt her moan and the vibrations of her noise were just as erotic as the flick of her tongue along my skin. She moved her hand to grasp at the base of my cock and I groaned again as her slim fingers wound around me.
“Fuck, Celia, help me. Baby, please, help me.” I needed more than just her mouth. Blowjobs were great, but what I really wanted was her on her hands and knees as I plowed into her, or on her back, so I could watch her face as I fucked into her, repeatedly. “I need more, Celia. So much more.”
I pulled at her hand, guided her up until she was over me. Oh yes, she could ride my cock any time she wanted I thought as I looked up at her. Her entire body was made for me, for us, I thought as a pictured formed in my mind. Her just like this as Keith held her from behind, her breasts in his hands, while Colin fucked her sweet mouth. She would blow like a rocket with all that attention when that happened if it happened.
She was so fucking beautiful, with captivating eyes that stared down at me with a mixture of lust and adoration. I watched her face as she sank down onto my cock, I wanted to see how it looked when I slid into her, but when I felt her pussy open for me and take me into her sweet, wet heat, I closed my eyes.
She was... perfection. Tight, so tight, almost too tight for me, but so wet I knew I’d glide into and out of that pussy of hers with ease.
My moan of relief soon turned to a groan of pleasure as she started to grind on me, her fingers clenched just over my shoulders. Her gorgeous breasts dangled above my face, teased me until I took one in my mouth and the other one in my hand. I teased at her nipples with fingers and mouth, as she moved faster on me, her pants and moans encouragement to grip tighter, to suck harder.
Soon, she began to move with purely selfish greed and I knew she didn’t care if I wanted it slow or fast, hard or soft, she just wanted to get off and drove herself to that point while she was impaled on my cock. I wanted to hold back, to let her have her moment before I let myself go, but the way she felt as she rode me, so slick, so fucking good, I couldn’t help it.
I felt the heat of our skin as sweat made our bodies slide together, heard the sounds she made, felt her on me, so fucking good, so very fucking good, and fuck…
She sat up, pushed her hands against the wall as she reached for her orgasm, and I almost chuckled when I heard the way she pounded on the wood. Her hips matched that pounding sound exactly and I let go of her nipples to hold onto her hips, to drive up into her wanting to hit that exact spot that she needed me to hit.
“Look at me,” I demanded and she did.
She was covered in sweat, her cheeks red, and her newly shorn hair a mess but I’d never seen a woman so beautiful before.
It was finally my turn to fuck her and it was so damn good.
One of her fists came down from the wall, over my face, and when she saw what she’d done, she slid her middle finger between my lips. She watched, fascinated, as I sucked on the digit. I felt her response around my cock. Her walls clenched around me tightly and I heard her moan.
Celia gasped and I felt the beginning of her climax as her tight grip soon became a powerful flutter. I felt myself explode inside of her and our eyes caught for a second that spanned decades. Ultimate pleasure flashed and then I saw her eyes close as her back arched.
We moved together but I wasn’t aware of it as I exploded all over again, deep inside of her heat.
I lost myself completely in her, in what she made me feel, in how she felt. The world went dark and everything disappeared for a moment. When it came back, I felt her still sitting on me cuddled into my chest as she caught her breath. With a happy sigh, she rolled from me and I turned to cradle her in my arms.
“It was worth the wait,” I murmured when
I thought she was asleep. She surprised me though.
“It hasn’t been that long, silly,” she responded but then turned her head away from me and sighed into sleep.
I relaxed again lying on my back, happy for the moment. Later, I’d wake her up and we’d do this all over again, only next time, I’d be the one to do the tasting.
Chapter Twenty-One
Celia
Another week passed as I went to class, work, and then straight home to Keith every day. It was a totally new way of life for me, but I couldn’t help but love it. Even if he had cut his hair. That kind of broke my heart because he’d done it for me. It also made me smile because he’d done it for me.
I didn’t see Rachel, thankfully, but I did see Becky. She was a little miffed at me for leaving her at the bar on her own that night. I’d been so caught up in the moment and then the sex, that I’d ignored her even in class since I spent most of the time on my phone with Keith. I valued her friendship, so I made the effort to apologize with a hug and a quick lunch between classes and all seemed to be going well.
I’d even started to feel optimistic again, after the drama with Rachel. I hadn’t heard anything more from the school about it, but I knew there was some kind of investigation going on. I got evil looks from the sorority sisters she hung out with and I could hear their whispers when I walked by them. I didn’t let it bother me because I had Keith at the end of every single day.
I wouldn’t say it was love. I didn’t know what romantic love was, but I felt… complete for a change. To me, he was everything a man should be, even if he sometimes made my head spin. Sometimes he was deep and brooding, sitting quietly lost in his thoughts. At other times, he’d have his nose deep in a book, and I’d have to distract him with my body. And sometimes, I could barely get into the house before he had me pinned against a wall, his lips on me as he devoured me from head to toe.
It was romantic, sweet, and like every fantasy I’d ever had about a boyfriend had come true. He’d made that happen for me, and I loved every minute of it. Even if it confused me sometimes. I left the library after work and headed home. His home.