Authors: Ellen Harper
Dom raised his eyes at me, and I understood he was asking me if I wanted to go further. I nodded, barely, and he reached forward and wrapped his hand around my neck, crushing me close and pressing his lips against mine. His lips were soft, but the stubble on his chin scratched roughly on my face, as he gently slipped his tongue into my mouth and began stroking mine. I purred into his mouth, pressing myself against him. The rough cotton of my tank top was rubbing against my nipples, and as he pulled me closer, I couldn’t help but let out a little moan. Dom had changed into basketball shorts after our walk home, and between my legs, I felt something stiffen through the fabric. He wrapped his arms all the way around me and pulled me close, so our chests were pressed together. As Dom explored my mouth with his tongue, I slowly began to grind my hips against his. The feeling between my legs from the friction felt
so
good, and I started grinding a little harder. Dom’s hands trailed down my back, lingering on the waistband of my jeans and then slipping down to cup my ass. He squeezed both cheeks with his hand, pressing me even further onto his erection, and groaned into my mouth.
“Baby, that feels so good,” he whispered, nibbling on my lower lip. I moaned in response, loving the warmth of his hands as it spread through my jeans and onto my skin. He raised his hands up, catching the hem of my tank top and pulling it up, slowly, until the undersides of my breasts were exposed. I leaned back on Dom’s lap and smiled at him, blushing when I realized he could see nearly all of my chest. He nodded approvingly, and keeping me at arm’s length, inched my tank top even further until my breasts were fully exposed. I blushed from the roots of my hair down to my feet; I’d never been naked in front of anyone except for my doctor, and obviously, this felt much different. I was worried I wouldn’t live up to the hundreds of girls that he’d surely slept with. Nervously, I looked down at my breasts, hoping he wouldn’t be turned off. Gently, Dom helped me pull my top over my head, and he tossed it on the ground. My breasts bobbed as I turned back around, and he caught them in his hands, cupping them. It felt so good, I arched my back and moaned loudly, craving more of his pleasure. Dom rubbed his thumbs over my swollen nipples, lightly pinching them and making me cry out with pain. But almost immediately, the pain faded into a soft pleasure that spread throughout my body with lightning speed. All I wanted Dom to keep doing, was play with my nipples; it was making my crotch throb. Inside my jeans, my wet panties were tugging against the freshly-shaven skin of my labia, making it tingle.
“You’re so sexy, Michelle,” Dom said, leaning over to kiss my neck. I tilted my head back, enjoying the feeling of my hair tickle my bare skin. He kept rubbing my nipples, but suddenly lowered his hands to my waist and rolled my hips, forcing me to grind on him. I let out a moan, and looked away, flushing hotly. Dom crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his shirt off in one quick movement. I was astonished at how godly he looked; it had been at least two years since I’d seen him without a shirt. His chest looked like it was carved from golden marble, and his brown nipples were perfectly sized. There was no hair on his golden skin, and I could see the definition of a six pack ripple as he tossed his shirt on the ground. I stroked his chest, gently petting him, and hearing him purr in response as he began kissing me again. I felt his lips trail down my neck and collar, before finally moving to my breasts. I gasped, feeling his warm, wet tongue caress my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Warm sensations spread from my breasts, down thru my belly. Between my legs was pulsing, I blushed and trembled to think about how good his mouth would feel
down there
.
Dom wrapped his hands on my waist and picked me up as easily as if I were a doll. He set me on my feet, and then leaned forward, unsnapping my jeans with expert fingers. I trembled as he pushed them down my legs. Dom grinned at me as I was standing in front of him, clad in only sheer pink panties.
“I like these a lot,” he said, looking at my panties. I blushed crimson red all over; I still couldn’t believe that this was happening, or that he found me sexy and desirable. With Dom, I felt like a mature woman instead of a dorky 18-year-old.
Dom beckoned me closer and I got back onto his lap, straddling him on the couch. His erection was much more noticeable now that my jeans were gone, and the drawstring of his shorts caught between my legs. When I moved to grind my hips against him, it rubbed against my clit through my panties, making me moan loudly. Dom put his hands on my thighs and stroked them, gently moving closer and closer to my pussy. He leaned forward to kiss me; I tasted a little bit of sweat on his upper lip and melted inside. He smelled so good; like sandalwood, and something beachy, and something spicy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my tongue into his mouth, eager to explore. He cupped my ass again, pressing my hips closer to him and spreading my cheeks far apart. Instantly, I blushed even more deeply. He was playing my body like an instrument, and I was a prisoner to my mounting desire for him, desperate for him to finally take me. I felt Dom’s fingers rub over the taut fabric of my panties, then he tugged them into a thong-shape between the cheeks of my ass. Gently, he pulled at the material, causing it to rub against my clit, hard. I gasped into Dom’s mouth and he yanked harder, twisting the fabric against my pussy. Dom chuckled, then pulled me off of his lap and lay me down on the couch on my back. I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to cover my exposed breasts. My heart was thudding; I couldn’t believe that I was actually about to lose my virginity to Domenic Thomas.
Dom spread my legs, keeping my panties on, and leaned down to nuzzle my knee. I could smell my own arousal, and I felt a hot flush spreading over my cheeks and down my neck.
What if he thinks I smell gross
?
As if reading my mind, Dom leaned closer and licked my crotch through the wet fabric. He made a purring noise in his throat, and looked at me, grinning. I blushed again; I couldn’t believe he was doing this. I never imagined that kids in high school had sex like this. I thought teenagers were supposed to be
bad
at sex. Dom licked me again and I wriggled, straining against the crotch of my panties. Between my legs was throbbing, I wanted him inside of me.
Dom slipped his fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs, then spread me wide open again. His mouth made a little ‘o’ of surprise when he saw that I’d shaved.
“Michelle, this is very nice,” he murmured, stroking a single finger on my thigh. “Your pussy looks so good.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, blushing bright red.
“Did you know this was going to happen?” He asked softly, looking at me. I opened my eyes. For once, there was no gleam of cockiness or arrogance. He just looked simply interested—and very aroused. I shook my head ‘no’, feeling the ends of my hair brush against my bare skin. Dom smiled, gently dragging his nails across the inside of my thigh. I jumped; it hurt, but I also wanted his hand much closer to my pussy. Dom laughed, looking down at my exposed flesh with a hungry intensity.
I shifted on the couch, spreading my legs wider, and Dom placed one of my ankles on the back of the couch and the other one on the floor so my legs were wide apart. I could feel the cold air on my wetness, and I squirmed, wanting to be touched. He settled comfortably close to me, then leaned down and began lapping at me with his tongue. It felt so amazing; I gasped and moaned and writhed, wanting more. I could feel his hair tickling my belly and his fingers keeping my labia spread wide apart. He was gently sucking and licking at my clit, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through my body. I covered my face in my hands and arched my back, spreading my legs as far as I possibly could. Dom slipped one finger inside of me and I yelped, grinding against his face. He pumped the finger in and out of my pussy, making me gasp. Just when it felt
really
amazing, he stopped, pulling away. I moaned in frustration, clutching handfuls of the couch.
Dom grinned at me, standing up. I could see his massive erection straining the front of his shorts, and he stepped closer, so it was only a few inches away from my face. Reaching up, I tugged his shorts down, catching them on his hard cock and making it bob up and down. He was so beautiful naked; he looked like a Greek god. His legs were muscular and covered in blonde hair, and his tan was uniform all over his body. Beneath his flat, tight belly was a hint of a ‘V’ and a small dark bush of pubic hair. I could see a small bead of moisture on the head of his cock. He looked down at me and gestured. Swallowing hard, I sat up on the couch and reached out tentatively to touch him. Dom moaned and stepped closer, and I stroked up and down his hips before leaning forward and taking the first couple inches of his cock into my mouth. He tasted salty and my jaw hurt almost instantly; he was so big that my lips were straining. Dom pushed more of his cock into my mouth and I wrapped a hand around the base, gently pumping as I sucked and licked the head. He moaned and leaned his head back, digging his fingers into my hair and gently tugging, moving my head back and forth. I loved pleasuring him; it felt much more powerful than I ever could have imagined. Dom pulled back out of my mouth, his cock trailing strands of saliva. He looked flushed, and I saw that he was panting, and breathing hard. He reached down and scooped me up, hugging me close to his chest. Carrying me like it was no effort at all, he walked up the stairs and into a bedroom, setting me down on a bed. Dom crawled on top of me and nudged my legs apart with his thigh, pressing against me hard. I moaned, feeling him rub at my pussy.
Dom reached over me, opening a nightstand and pulling out a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled the condom on in one practiced motion. He crawled closer to me, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling into my neck.
“Michelle, are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, kissing my shoulder. I swallowed, hard, feeling my heart beat rapidly against my chest. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure at all that I wanted to lose my virginity to him. I’d always wanted it to be with someone that I really loved, who really respected me.
But I love Dom,
a small voice whispered in my head.
I’ve always loved Dom. Who would be a better choice than him?
“I want to,” I whispered, meaning it. Dom stroked my hair, then climbed on top of me. He kissed me on the forehead, and spread my legs, pushing himself in between them.
“This might hurt a little bit,” he said softly, guiding his cock towards me with one hand. I yelped in surprise when I felt him enter me; it didn’t hurt, but it did feel like I was being stretched. When he was all the way inside, I relaxed, squirming around on the bed. Dom moaned, and gently started thrusting in and out, making the bedframe squeak. The slight discomfort that I’d felt when he entered me gently faded into a warm feeling that spread outwards from my pussy, making my whole body tingle. Dom was starting to buck faster, and he leaned down, kissing and licking at my breasts. I moaned and arched my back to give him better access, and he wrapped an arm around me, hauling me upright on the bed. With a grin, he reached down and started thumbing my clit as he thrust in and out. His fingers felt rough but good, and I squealed as they rubbed my sensitive flesh, a moan building deep in my throat. I began grinding against him as he fucked me, feeling a hot sensation build in my lower belly until I screwed my eyelids closed. I was aware of myself moaning and yelping, and I felt Dom’s fingers twist into my hair and yank my head back, felt his mouth licking my neck. He started thrusting harder and harder and I whimpered as waves of pleasure crashed through my body.
Gently, Dom lay me back down on the bed and hauled my legs up so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders. He grabbed me by the hips with both hands and began thrusting harder than before, making me squeal. Dom took my hand and guided it between my legs, rubbing my fingers over my clit. I blushed, but obediently rubbed at myself until he started smiling and took his hand away. It started to feel good,
really
good, and I kept flicking at my clit, moaning and rubbing my face on the spread. Dom murmured approval just as I felt myself spasm and twitch, pleasure raging through me.
Afterward, I was gasping for air. Dom’s body shook and I could feel the sweat dripping off of his skin as he bucked hard and came, grasping handfuls of my ass and groaning loudly.
The air was unbearably quiet after we finished, and I lay there listening to Dom pant beside me. An unfamiliar smell hung heavy in the air and I wrinkled my nose; I suddenly wanted another shower. And I was nervous! Why? We’d already done it; it wasn’t like I had to worry about anything else.
Yes, you do
, I thought.
What if we’re just another flavor of the week? The Michelle-virgin variety?
“What was that?” I asked cautiously, rolling over and covering myself with the blanket. Between my legs was red and stinging, I felt like I’d been peeled.
“I don’t know,” Dom answered, rolling over and standing up. He stood with his back to me, and he looked almost vulnerable like that. His golden tan covered every inch of his skin, but the way he was facing away from me made me wonder what he was really thinking.