She felt like a deer in the headlights, too stunned to run away.
Or maybe she just didn’t want to.
She couldn’t deny to herself that the way he was making her feel was exciting beyond compare. She throbbed with need beneath her jeans, and when he moved away, she leaned forward, just slightly, yearning for his touch.
But it fel
t so wrong.
She bit her lower lip, looking up at him with such confusion on her face.
He noticed the way she went after him, and ate it up with a grin. The young woman putty in his hands with her first man, and he picked up on it.
“Don’t worry,” he assuaged her, sliding a hand along her cheek and jaw, petting her reassuringly. “You’re in good hands,” he said, his other hand sliding down her taut tummy, to her jean shorts, where he undid the button, undid the zipper and then slid his hand inside to feel her.
His hand was so strong, so steady on her. He was holding her up, keeping her straight as he touched her nubile flesh, felt where no one else had ever gone before.
“We shouldn’t,” she said, glancing towards the curtained window.
“We have to though,” he said as his fingers went in over her little pussy, feeling her warm, slick folds, soaking with honey. “See what you did to me,” he remarked, using his free hand to grasp her wrist, and guide it to his thick, veiny bulge, pressing her palm to feel his manhood so hard. “You got me aching, babe.”
“I didn’t mean to,” she said, though she doesn’t retract her hand right away, curiosity building with her own arousal. She fluttered her eyes shut as he stroked her, her body aching for him too. No one would ever know. Her heart thuds louder at the prospect of having a secret.
“But I’ve never...”
His aggressive groping and fondling came to a halt as she said that, his steely eyes studying her, to see if she was messing with him. But then he seemed to figure out she was telling the truth, as a grin lit up his face.
“Never, huh?” he said, licking his lips. “Well, we’ll take it easy, sweet thing,” he said, cupping her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Strip out of those shorts and get on the bed. I’ll show you how to fix this problem,” he said, retracting his hands. The one from her shorts glistening as he licked them clean.
She watched with rapt attention and some embarrassment, her tanned cheeks shining red as he licked her juices from his fingers.
“I should go,” she said, moving to the door once he released her, but not opening it. It was like she was frozen in place, her body fighting against her leaving.
Which was a good thing, because she was still standing there with her tits out and her shorts undone. But he never left her there long, anyhow, undoing his pants, peeling them off and getting down to wearing just his tight, black boxer-briefs, which outlined his thick girth.
“Why would you go and do a thing like that, darling?” he asked her, wrapping an arm around her waist, tugging her in close as he kissed her shoulder. “You’ll feel so relieved once I show you everything,” he husked into her ear, pushing her jean shorts down with one hand, until they slid to her knees.
He was so calm, so mature, so in control.
It was hard not to believe him. Especially with how good he’d made her feel up ‘til then. He knew just how to touch her, just how to make her heart sing and her body throb with need.
“I have to wait for marriage,” she said obediently, frowning at him as though she were disappointed to have to tell him that.
His brows furrowed a bit at that, “Oh yeah?” he said, bending down, picking her up in both arms and carrying her to the motel bed. He laid her out, stripped off what remained of her clothes before tugging down his own boxer-briefs, revealing that thick, veiny hard shaft as it sprang out in the filtered sunlight.
“Just the tip then, alright? We’ll save the rest for marriage,” he said, as he climbed up over her onto the bed.
She had no idea what that meant.
In fact, she had no idea what anything meant anymore.
Her mind had just totally shut down as he fully exposed himself, letting her stare at the first hard cock she’d ever seen. It stole her breath and her thoughts away.
It wasn’t until her heart beat a few times that her brain fog faded enough for her to realize she was on the bed, naked, and had an equally naked man climbing to join her.
“Just the tip?”
“Yeah, that’s all,” he said, reaching down, wrapping one of his big hands around that massive shaft, giving it a few slow pumps right before her eyes. The sight of that purple crown, so swollen and large, leaking precum almost hypnotic to her.