I was already in his castle, and I’d saved myself from the evil villain. So, what was I waiting for? A sign from the heavens telling me it was time to take that final leap? I didn’t quite believe in fate or destiny. Everything we’d ever had growing up had been because we’d worked and fought for it.
So maybe it was time to stop waiting and time to start seizing what I wanted for myself.
I turned around in Wes’s arms and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back almost instantly as his hands continued to work their way inside my shirt, gently touching and stroking my bare skin. His touch was firm, yet gentle, and it sent tingles through my body.
Wes wasn’t my Prince Charming, but he didn’t need to be. I wasn’t my mother, and I didn’t need or want the same things she did. Wes was everything I wanted. He was kind and caring, strong and brave. He wasn’t a genius, but he wasn’t stupid either. And he was loyal, beyond everything else. Once he’d accepted you into his circle, he was willing to die for you, whether you were his friend, his brother, or his girl.
Gently, I pushed Wes onto his back, his bare chest warm to the touch. Not breaking the kiss, I straddled his hips, gently rocking back and forth against his groin. It didn’t take long before his cock was hard, straining against his boxers, the thin material not doing much to contain the monster.
With just my panties on below the waist, he was closer to me than he’d ever been. I shivered as I continued grinding against him. A fire built up inside me, flipping some kind of switch as I finally made my decision. No more waiting. We’d both waited long enough. Now, it was time to take that last plunge, to truly give ourselves over to each other.
We were both breathless when I broke the kiss and grinned at him. I liked seeing him flushed and aroused, but the horny smile he’d given me after our kiss didn’t come close to the way he looked at me when I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it onto the floor.
Then, we were both in only our underwear. And even though we’d already been naked and touching each other in the shower, this somehow seemed hotter, more erotic. Those showers had been fun, but we’d both known nothing would actually happen in there. Nothing more than the humping and touching we’d already done plenty of times.
Now though, I think Wes already knew where I wanted things to go. And yet, he just lay there, smiling at me, his cock hard beneath my bottom. He knew what I wanted, but he was letting me be the one in control, letting me be the one to set the pace for both of us.
When I lifted off of him just long enough to take my panties off, Wes’s eyes went wide. He shuddered when I grinned at him and sat back down, nothing but his boxers separating the two of us now. Slowly, I rocked back and forth, enjoying how it made him gasp for air.
“Are you sure about this?” Wes asked, his eyes locked on mine. Neither of us blinked or looked away. We just stared at each other, both searching for something. When I nodded, Wes nodded in response, giving me the permission I needed.
As I lifted my hips off him again, Wes hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down and off, then tossed them back onto the floor. Slowly, I sat back down, Wes’s shaft right against my aching sex. I was dripping wet by that point, and so was he. This time, when I ground against him, there was nothing between us. In seconds, Wes’s entire length was coating in my juices and he was shuddering beneath me.
If I wasn’t careful, this was all going to be over before we even got to the main attraction!
“Condoms?” I asked him, chewing on my bottom lip. I was pretty sure he had some. At least, I hoped he did because I sure didn’t, and there was no way I was doing this without protection.
Wes didn’t even answer me. He just reached up blindly, his hand smacking around the nightstand until he found the handle for the drawer. Then, he pulled it open and rooted around inside it until he pulled out a small foil packet, holding it up for me and grinning.
I snatched it from his hand; tear it open in a flash. I’d waited so long for this moment. I wasn’t going to wait any longer. Wes groaned as I rolled the rubber down over his cock, making sure to slide my hand up and down his entire length a few times, just to see how much teasing he could take before he reached his limits.
He was already sweating, beads slowly sliding down his muscular torso. I wasn’t doing any better, though, and I knew we’d both need a shower once everything was said and done. But that was a problem for later. Right now, we had other problems to take care of: one particular very hard, very thick, problem.
With one hand, I held Wes’s cock up. I used the other to brace myself as I got into position over top of him. My heart pounded, and my mouth went dry. This was it, I realized. This was the moment I’d waited so long for. Come tomorrow morning, I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.
I locked eyes with him again, then held my breath as I lowered myself onto his shaft. Fire tore through my body as he slid into me, inch by inch, filling me more than I ever could have dreamed. By the time I was sitting on his hips again, this time with his entire length inside me, I thought I was going to explode at any moment.
God, he was so thick. I’d never had anything even remotely close to that inside me before. My fingers certainly didn’t compare. He filled me to my limit, stretching me just enough to really satisfy me but not enough to be painful. If anything, it felt like he was made specifically to fit inside me.
Was this what sex always felt like? If it was, I could see why everyone loved it so much. And I was kinda regretting having waited so long to do it. I didn’t regret having waited for Wes, but damn it if I’d known it felt this amazing, Wes and I could’ve been screwing like rabbits for ages by now!
Wes groaned when I started rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me. I moved slowly at first, still getting used to everything. The constant jolts of pleasure ripping through me were unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and we’d only just gotten started.
It didn’t take long before the room was filled with the sound of our combined moaning. Wes had his hands on my hips, helping guide me. As I built into a rhythm, so did he, lifting his hips up to meet me each time. With each passing moment, we picked up the pace until I was riding him good and hard, loving the way his cock sent shock waves through my entire body each time he thrust into me.
The world was already starting to spin around me, and I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. But I wasn’t going to just give up either. I’d waited so long for this moment; I damn sure wanted it to last as long as possible! I wanted to spend the entire night in Wes’s bed if I could, letting him fuck my brains out and show me all the different ways he could make me come.
But no matter how hard I struggled to stay in control, the sensations flooding through me were more than I could handle. And judging by the load, guttural groans coming from Wes, it was more than he could handle too. His fingers dug into my hips, but I didn’t care. If anything, the little pricks of pain helped keep me grounded just a bit longer. Anything that helped make this last longer was considered a win in my book.
As the room started to spin, though, I knew it was only a matter of time. I held on for as long as I could, but it wasn’t nearly long enough. The pressure inside me snapped. It was very much like getting bowled over by a tidal wave, the intensity threatening to drown me.