Dancing’s not usually my thing. Watching naked dancers is. But breathing in her scent, holding her close, mesmerized by her touch and the swing of her hips, her boobs push into me and I savor the flow of electricity pulsating through both of us.
Thuds in my chest pound against my ribs, my grip tightens around her body. Even if I hadn’t had a taste of her delectable body last night, I’d still want to be here holding her. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be inside her pussy again but keeping her warm in my arms, slowly moving together feels extraordinary.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” Barely moving, her closeness is intoxicating and I need to be inside her.
“Yeah, I am.” Quietly her voice enters my ears. “Do you think we could try round two tonight?”
Arms around my hips, her body against mine and her face resting on my shoulder, I inhale. “Sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all day.”
Being a forty-year-old virgin crossed my mind many times. Jaded and scarred, it was my reality.
Until yesterday.
A night that I won’t forget.
Cheering inside for the entire day, keeping the details close to my chest, beautifully sore as I walked miles, I no longer had this burden to bear.
I’ve had sex.
Delicious, steamy, mind-blowing, heavenly sex.
With Ocean.
Who is all that and so much more.
He showed me how amazing it could be.
There was pain for sure, but with his words, his calmness and care, I was able to experience my first time without any fear.
There’s nothing I’ve experienced that has sent my body into such a whirlwind or a person who has paid precise attention to me ensuring I’m protected and special.
“Do you feel okay?” Ocean’s voice is light but muffled. My head’s spinning, laying on his bed.
“How did I get up here?” Opening my eyes, a soft glow casts across Ocean’s face.
“I carried you, you fell asleep on the ride home and I didn’t want to wake you.” Kneeling beside me, he leans over and kisses me.
My arms lift slowly, heavy from too much alcohol, and I link my fingers behind his head, holding him there. Shockwaves spiral through me, his tongue roaming mine, his stubble rubbing against my chin and his scent is overloading me.
“I love your tongue.” A second passes and his face lights up.
“Do you now?”
Slapping my hand over my face, I cringe. “I said I love your tongue out loud, didn’t I?” Closing my eyes, I want the bed to swallow me.
“You sure did.” Warm hands hold my face and I open my eyes, searching the intensity radiating into mine. “Tell me. What do you want me to do with it?”
My breath picks up, my body heavy from too much tequila, I can’t hold back. “That thing you did last night with your tongue on my boobs. Goose bumps spread all over my body when you did it.”
Moving slowly, his fingers unbutton my dress. Thank the Lord for full buttoned-up dresses. My breasts covered in my full cotton blue bra are on display.
“Oh god.” This is getting more embarrassing by the minute. I don’t own anything other than practical panties and bras. I try to cover myself with my hands.
“Baby, you look gorgeous in anything, but can I take it off?”
“Please.”
Without any effort, it’s gone and my heated skin prickles under his mouth and day-old scruff. He doesn’t wait instead his tongue starts sliding over my mounds, his teeth nipping at my nipples. Laying there, every nibble and pinch electrifies me. My arms don’t want to work and I lay there lapping it up.
Moaning, my eyes roll back, savoring Ocean’s touch. His hands run up the sides of my hips and he brushes his tips in my panties, pushing them down. Wiggling a little, although I’m sure I am hardly moving at all, my panties slide off my ass.
“Can we make love?” Spearing him with my eyes, across his face there’s a flash of something. Uncertainty maybe? My mouth starts to move but it’s captured in warm lips before my words come out.
Finding some energy, my fingers fumble with his shirt undoing his buttons ridiculously slow. “I wish I didn’t drink so much.” Lips stay on mine, so my voice is muffled. I really am far gone. I can’t remember the last time I was this drunk. I know one thing though, I didn’t have a hot guy on top of me.
Trying to manipulate my fingers and think at the same time is not working. Taking pity on me, he releases my mouth and stands, taking care of his shirt in one fluid movement and his jeans go next.
“Yum.” Running my eyes over his body, they stay at his cock.
Grinning, knowing the effect he is having on me, my flushed face, rapid breathing and stupid comments are a dead give away, he kneels over me, one leg on either side of my body. His bare chest above me and his long, thick cock inflaming my naked skin, tantalizes my entire senses. Heat swamps me as he stretches his legs out, laying on top of me, his elbows taking the weight of him.
“God, I’m ready to explode and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.” His eyes rake over me like he’s starving and I’m his next meal.
“I’m ready when you are.”
Without any delay, his cock rubs against my folds and I jerk from the contact on my clit. “Whoops.” A small laugh escapes as my body comes alive under his touch.
“I’ll be gentle.” Nodding, I watch the concentration on his face as he slides his length inside me. There’s no flash of pain tonight, only sheer ecstasy coursing its way from my toes upwards. Our lips join, my fingers holding his ass firmly as he moves in and out at a slow pace. The intensity of my pleasure is growing but he keeps the unhurried pace, hitting something deep inside that makes me tremble all over.
“Ocean, dear God.” Digging my fingers in his skin, he may have only just entered me, but my stomach’s coiled so tight, it’s ready to release. His tongue runs across my cheek, down my neck and closes in on my ear. Shivers spread over me as he thrusts in and out rhythmically.
Teeth bite at my ear and neck.
My body springs forward and I clamp down on his cock, my fingers clawing at his ass as I unleash the orgasm ripping through me. My legs curl around his hips tightly.
At this moment, Ocean quickens his pace and thrusts deeper, changing the angle of his dick, sending me into another orbit. A scream leaves my throat as he jerks forward, pumping himself into my pussy, rearing back until he plunges in again, stilling himself, groaning incoherently.
Tight neck muscles strain against his skin, his chest heaving in air as his eyes stare into mine. “Phoebe.”
Moving forward, I clasp on to his lips, pouring all I have left into him. I have no words for this.
No words for how he is cherishing me.
No words for the special moments we are sharing.
No words for how he makes me scream.
No words for the look of pure lust and sin that takes a hold of his eyes when he looks at me.
No words for the smile he puts on my face.
No words for how he made love to me.
Pulling away from my lips, he rolls us on our sides so we are face to face, still joined by his cock.
“You’re the first.” His raw voice hits my heart.
“What do you mean?” My hand holds his head, our faces so close they are nearly touching.