Ch. 05 Unexpected Weekend

Chapter 5

Midnight

I laid my head in his lap, my cheek next to his warm hip, feeling his leg muscles stirring under me, my head turned to look at his cock, gently fondling him. I was playing with his balls while he rested his hand on the back of my head, absentmindedly stroking my hair, petting me.

After a while, he lifted his head and smiled down at me. He was still aroused. Not totally hard but aroused, thick. Still leaking. A pearl of cum appeared on his cock and I gathered it on my fingertip and slipped it into my mouth.

That was fantastic, he said. You're really good at that.

I blushed. I was kind of a mess. Wet down my chin and neck where my spit and his cum had dribbled off of me and onto the neck of my shirt.

A nervous giggle. Um... I guess I should go clean up? He smiled a contented smile.

I hurried into the master bedroom and stripped off Sarah's t-shirt and pulled on another one just like it. I washed my face and put on the shimmer lip gloss again and styled my hair as girly as I could, using some adorable little barrettes to sweep my hair back and pin it on the sides, above my ears. Cute.

I was really nervous. But the only thing I wanted was to be with him again. To feel him close to me. To smell his warm, masculine body. Hesitating, and then giving in, I lit another joint and took two big hits and felt relaxation swimming through my body, muting my nervousness.

I went back to the living room. It was lit only by the golden glow of the fireplace. He had put on his underwear again and was looking at his phone. He put it down when he saw me. I knelt in front of him again and folded my legs sideways underneath me and draped my right arm over his knees, resting my chin on my forearm and gazing up at him with adoring eyes.

That was fun, I shyly whispered.

So... what do you want to do now? he asked.

I don't know... whatever. What about you?

I have some ideas, he said, standing up and slipping out of his open shirt. He gathered me up from my knees and took my hand and led me into the big bedroom. A thrill of excitement. I was scared - a sort of happy scared? - a crush of sexual arousal. Omg. This was really happening. The bedroom. Nervous, so excited that I was almost shivering.

He embraced me again and guided me back until my thighs were against the edge of the bed. He kissed my neck and moved his hands to the front of my jeans. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper. I pulled first one side then the other off of my hips. The tight fabric bunched up when he pushed them down until I bent over and pulled them off, clumsily standing on one foot and then the other to take them off, leaning on the bed to keep my balance. I was embarrassed by the dark wet spot low on the front of my lace trimmed panties. He smiled when he saw me naked from the waist down, smooth shapely legs, round hips, cute painted toes. He reached for his underwear and pulled them down into a puddle around his feet and stepped out of them. His thick cock was hanging down and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

He gently pushed me, lifted me back onto the bed. We laid side by side, me on my right side, facing each other. Deep exploring kisses. Enveloped in his embrace. I fondled his thick cock and heavy balls, rolling my hips against him and feeling his hardness pushing against my stomach. Omg you're so big, I said again.

He pushed my shirt up and fondled my nipples, caressed me down my back, over my backside, then pushed my shoulder down to the bed, pushing me onto my back and leaned over me. I was in my panties and t-shirt, somehow feeling even more vulnerable for the delicate fabric. He was saying sweet things to me in a deep masculine purr, calling my baby and telling me how sexy I was. At one point, I put my hands on the pillow over my head and he said good girl. That was hot. The words did something to me, changed something deep inside me.

He lifted my shirt and pulled it off of me, now lightly caressing my body, stroking my thighs, deep passionate kisses, and then gentle pressure with his whole hand on the inside of my right knee, coaxing my legs open until I pulled my left leg up and let it fall to the side, his fingertips up and down the inside of my thigh in a feathery gentle caress. And then: softly, just barely touching, teasing over the thin strip of silky satin and lace between my legs and touching underneath me with light pressure on my most delicate place.

He pulled up from the kiss and licked his fingers with the flat of his tongue and when he lowered his hand again he deftly pulled the elastic around my leg and slid his hand underneath my panties, palm down, the heel of his hand on my perineum and his warm wet finger tips electric against that special place. His gentle pressure pushing against the pursed tightness with the pad of his middle finger, pressure and release, slow circles, until I started to relax. And he felt it, pushing his fingertip against me, inside of me. Then out again. Then more. He was fingering me. Like a girl.

I wasn't even hard, but I felt a pulse through my soft little penis and the wet spot on the front of my panties got bigger, dark and shiny.

He deftly rose up off his side and onto his knees, grabbing my panties on either side and pulling them down my legs, off my feet, and tossing them aside. My little penis was exposed and I was embarrassed. I shyly covered it with one hand.

He lifted his knee over my leg and then the other one until he was kneeling above me, our thighs pressed against each other, his muscled and hairy thighs inside holding me open; my thighs outside, silky soft and smooth against his.

He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lotion that I had left on the nightstand last night. He pumped a generous amount into his hand, stroked his cock a couple of times, and turned his palm upward to massage it into me with his fingers.

Then he leaned forward on his arms, stooping to kiss me again. I felt his hard cock swinging between my legs, bumping against my thighs, his head dragged over my tummy, my hip, over my little penis, my perineum and down, down, lower, nestling between my cheeks, the wet tip just touching my opening, slippery with the lotion.

He kissed me again. Passionately. I moaned into his mouth and involuntarily arched my back in a delicious stretch, pressing my hips down toward him. He pulled back, just barely keeping the head of his cock touching me. I rolled my hips up again and he moved forward in the same gentle motion with the pressure of his cock just kissing against me.

We rocked together like that a few times, my body aching outwards to him and feeling him pull back, then pulling my hips up and feeling him move with me. He was teasing me. I was moaning. The next time I pushed my hips down he held still and I pushed myself onto the head of his cock, feeling it slip inside of me. Just the tip. He moaned with satisfaction. I gasped with the pleasure of being opened. Omg. I'm being penetrated. By a man.

Again, we rocked back and forth like this in a fucking motion, his head moving slightly into me, then back again. My body was on fire. I was aching with new sexual feelings. Open, wanting, receptive feelings, desperately wanting him inside of me.

When he felt I was ready, he put one arm under my right knee, pushing it back, and took hold of my wrists and held my hands above my head with the other. He raised himself up slightly, looking into my eyes, and sank into me with the full weight of his body. Pushed his cock all the way inside of me.

All of the muscles in my pelvis stretched and opened up around him. I cried out in exquisite pleasure. He held himself firmly against me. I could feel everything: from his heavy body pushing me into the bed and the crush of his soft curly hair between my legs to the pressure of his hard shaft against my prostate and the head of his cock snug in a place deep inside of me that I didn't know was there.

We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time. Minutes. My body heaving with shallow, gasping breaths, my head thrown back, eyes closed, overwhelmed by a sexual pleasure that I could never, ever have imagined was possible. I gave myself to him, surrendering something, surrendering completely.

I felt an electric warmth spreading from someplace inside me, behind my penis, down the inside of my thighs, through my body, my nipples hard and sensitive when they brushed against him. He leaned down and kissed me softly, gently, lovingly, until I stopped shuddering and laid there underneath him, feeling him hard and full inside of me.

He broke the kiss and slowly, achingly pulled back until just his head was inside of me. I had goosebumps.

And then he fucked me.

Like a man fucks a woman. Deeply, luxuriously slowly; then hard, passionately, pushing himself inside of me again and again as deep as he could while my body opened to him, pushing against him, willing him deeper. I involuntarily pointed my toes and it somehow changed the shape of my pc muscles causing a surge of pleasure. I was opening my body to him, giving myself to my man in a feminine surrender. I was his. This was for him.

I was high, in a haze of sexual lust, lost in tangle of sheets, with slick bodies, skin touching, sliding against each other, legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer, deeper. His lips on my neck, his mouth on my nipples, his strong arms holding me down. Dominated. Moving together. Fucking. Oh god. Getting fucked.

Then it happened. The most amazing thing ever. Thrust after thrust into mindless pleasure. Harder strokes, more deliberate. Heavy breathing. I felt him grow slightly bigger and then felt the muscular contractions of his cock. He pushed his hips further, driving all the way inside of me, and I felt a warm tickle as his cum poured into me, his cock now moving more easily, slippery.

A slow crescendo of sexual pressure that had been building behind my penis pushed over the top and flooded into me, my cum spilling out of my soft penis in pulses from my prostate. It kept coming and coming, pooling on my tummy, in my belly button, and trickling down my hips. More. Pulsing. Just when I thought it was over, I'd feel his powerful cock still inside of me, hard and strong. I had made him cum and his cum was inside of me and the pleasure welled up again with little involuntary flexes of my core and I would cum again! Wave after wave after wave.

It kept going. For how long? The pleasure slowly ebbed in gentle visceral echoes, moving from inside my hips down to where I was stretched around his cock. My breathing steadied but my chest was still heaving. My body was spent, my muscles soft, sinking into the bed, slick and glistening with my cum.

He had collapsed on top of me after the came and I was aware of his weight covering my body, his hairy chest pressing down against me, his masculine smell, the smell of sex. His head was tipped down onto the bed next to my ear, husky breathing and soft moans, his deep voice in my ear giving me chills.

I pulled my legs around him and wrapped my arms around his back, sighing deeply. We stayed like that for awhile and I felt his member soften and slip out of me. He rolled over onto his back and I absentmindedly trailed my fingers through the cum on my body and brought them to my lips, noticing the distinct difference between mine and his.

I snuggled into him, his left arm behind my neck and my head nuzzled against his shoulder. I was floating, genuinely amazed. It was hard to comprehend that this kind of pleasure was even possible. Like trying to imagine a new color. It would be impossible. Everything I knew was based on my sexual experiences up to now. But nothing was even remotely close to this. This was something else, something new.

We talked in hushed voices for a while about nothing really except we both agreed that that had been great sex. He knew I had a girlfriend, of course, and I didn't ask if he did. He didn't volunteer anything, either. I confessed that this was all new to me. I wanted to ask if he'd done anything like that before but didn't have the nerve. It didn't seem to matter, anyway. It wouldn't have changed how I felt in that moment.

The rain had lessened, turning into a soft drizzle clinging to the window panes. Eventually, everything was quiet except for our breathing and the sound of the ocean. I drifted off to sleep with my arm draped across him, feeling his chest gently rise and fall.