“God, you’re perfect,” he murmurs leaning over me. His beard tickles my cheeks and I revel in the sensation of being this close to another human. To this particular human. Filson.
Tonight, he is mine.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him as he kisses my neck, his hands running through my hair. I’m intoxicated by his kisses, my skin hot and prickly, and we are both still fully dressed. “I need to see you,” I whisper. “All of you.”
Filson looks down at me and I feel him. His thick shaft against my belly. His breath against my ear. I whimper involuntarily.
“Then let me give you what you need. No more noes. Today, only yeses.”
I smile as he rolls back and moves off the bed. He gives me a look I’ve never seen before. Filson can smirk, scoff, shirk. But smile sheepishly?
“I like it when you smile,” I tell him as he unhooks his belt, sliding it from his jeans with excruciating slowness.
“Yeah?” He shakes his head, blushing. Another thing I didn’t know he could do.
“Yeah,” I answer, getting off the bed. “And I think I like it when you blush even more.”
“You can see me blushing through the beard?”
“There’s a hint of pink on the top of your cheeks.” I lick my lips. “I wonder if I can make you blush even more.”
He clenches his jaw. “What did you have in mind, Maple?”
I pull off my graphic tee-shirt. I’m wearing a bra that pushes my breasts high and together. Then, without looking his way, I slip off my leggings.
He groans, stepping toward me. I search his eyes. He seems to love what he sees. “Of course, your bra and panties are red and white striped. A goddamn candy cane.”
“Wanna lick, Filson Barre?”
He laughs then, giving me a full-on grin that warms my heart and wets my pussy. Twenty-five days ’til Christmas and I already have my present right in front of me.
“I want more than a lick,” he tells me, leaning down and kissing the tops of my breasts. The feeling is euphoric, and he teases down the cup of the bra, my nipple exposed, hard and his. His tongue swirls around it, sending a fresh wave of desire through me.
“Now I need to see your skin, Filson.”
He nods, tugging off his shirt, his ladder of abs so delicious I find myself licking my lips. He takes off his pants; his erection is obvious and thrilling. He is that hard for me. Me. A girl who has always played it safe, always done the right thing, the expected thing — and now I am doing the thing that feels good too.
“You’re so handsome, Filson,” I tell him, my hands running over his chest. “I can’t believe you’re actually in my room.”
“You have no idea, Maple,” he says. The snow is swirling outside the window, while the afternoon sky is turning gray, the light hidden. In the growing darkness, our need overtakes our words. We’ve both waited for this for so many years, unknowingly saving ourselves for this moment. And now it’s here.
I’m ready.
Filson is too. He slides my panties past my hips and I ease his boxers down. Unclasping my bra, I toss it aside. We’re both naked, vulnerable, and fully aware of how very real this is.
Wordlessly, he draws me back to my bed, lowering me against the pillows. I look him over; his cock at attention, thick and hard and so much bigger than I imagined. My core warms at the thought of him filling me, opening me up and making me his.
Turned on barely captures it. I want him so badly that I feel like I could burst before any penetration has even begun.
His hands move over me, gently caressing my breasts as his mouth finds mine. Our lips savoring the kiss, our bodies pushing closer together as we lie on our sides. We’re wrapped up in one another, literally. My legs tighten around him and my pussy is ready to be touched.
His cock is ready too. I feel it against my belly, and I run my hand over the thick, velvety length. He groans as I do and it makes me want him more, faster, everything.
Twenty-five years is a long time to wait. But we aren’t waiting anymore.
He begins to touch me with more fervor, and I match his movements, wanting him so badly. I kiss him more firmly and his hand is between my legs making my pussy so wet. I know he loves it because as he begins to run his finger over my slit, warm air hits my ear, sending a thousand bursts of desire through my body. “God, you’re so tight, Maple.”
I’m sure he has played this out in his mind — the night he loses his virginity — and a swell of pride fills me as I consider being his first. The only person to ever touch Filson like this.
I want to be the last.
I spread my knees as his mouth lowers to my pussy, and I moan as his beard tickles my inner thighs while his tongue runs over my wet folds. I run my hands through his hair, relishing this, wanting it to last all day and all night. He kisses me gently, his tongue exposing all the parts of me I tried to take care of with a vibrator. I constantly failed. Because getting off to the idea of Filson is so different than being taken care of by the man in the flesh.
“Oh, Filson,” I moan, overwhelmed with happiness. “This feels so good.”
My words seem to do something to him, because his tongue moves faster, no longer exploring, now it’s as if he is on a mission.
A mission that soon has my toes curling, my breathing shallow, my heart pounding.
His tongue flicks my clit, a tender seed of pleasure that he plants against his mouth, sucking me and teasing me until my pussy isn’t only wet, but dripping for him. My knees buckle and my hands tug at the strands of his thick brown hair.
“Oh, oh, Fil, ohhh…” My words are lost as I am overwhelmed by what Filson is giving me. The best orgasm of my life.
His fingers tease me open, sending me past the point of no return, and why would I ever want to return anyway? I want to be here, with my back arching and his fingers inside me, with the room spinning until it disappears.
My whimpers turn to moans as he takes me away from the agony I’ve been faced with at losing it all. Because right now, in Filson’s arms… it’s like I’ve gained everything.
Filson
My cock is hard as steel and it aches as I lick Maple’s sweet, creamy cunt. Everything about her tastes like I had imagined, yet somehow even sweeter. She’s a donut hole if there ever was one. I could pop her in my mouth day and night and never get my fill. She moans above me and I lace our fingers together, loving the way it feels to have her so close to me. Her legs wrap around my head and my tongue laps up all her sweet cream as it drips from her creamy pussy.
“Oh, Filson,” she moans. “Yes. Oh, God. Oh, God.” She can hardly contain herself and I don't want her to.
I add a finger to her pretty little pink pussy, getting her wet all over again. My thumb on her clit moving in tight circles until she is utterly and entirely undone. Until she is mine, nice and ready and able to take my big thick cock. I know she wants it, needs it because there is a hunger in her eyes as I lift my head.
“Come here,” she tells me. “Come closer, Filson,” she begs.
I do as she asks because this is all I've ever wanted and now I have it. I'm in her bed, in her room and I'm about to be buried in her pussy.
“I want you so damn badly,” I tell her with my mouth on her ear, sending a shiver through her that makes her body shake. I like the way her nipples harden at my words. I lower my mouth and suck one, twirling my tongue around the pretty nub. Her skin is so smooth. Her hips nice and wide, ones I can hang on to. I won't let go, loving the way she has her arms wrapped around my neck. I have a feeling she doesn't intend to let go either. Good. That's the way I like it, the way we need it.