Page 83 of Guilty Minds
“No, baby. Not now. If you touch me, the game is over, and I want it to be pleasurable for you.”
“It’s already pleasurable for me.” She pouts, and I just bring my mouth to hers, shutting her up. My other hand travels to her stomach, covering the lower part of her belly completely. I don’t know why I do that, but I like my hand there. It feels…right.
Our tongues dance slowly with each other, touching ever so lightly before interweaving together like they are one. With every deep stroke of my tongue, my hips buckle forward. My dick's been hard forever, and I'm about to come in my pants.
When she wraps her legs around my torso and begins moving her hips into mine, looking for friction, I give up. I let go of her wrists and rip her panties off.
“I loved those, too.” She whispers through my kiss.
"I'll buy you more," I say as I grab her ass and move her pussy along my pants.
“Take them off. Now.” She says in a commanding voice. I realize I like it. With a smirk, I let go of her for a second and pull my pants and boxers down as fast as humanly possible.
I look at her: she's flushed, her face and chest are pink and sweaty, and she's constantly licking her lips. She is ready. I want more.
I smile and slide down her body, reaching my target.
“Oh, hell no. Here. Now!” She grabs me by my hair and pulls me up. I start chuckling, but she silences me with a kiss. Oh, I knew she’d be wicked.
She dips her hand down and wraps her little fingers around my dick. They feel so different from mine. So gentle and soft. For the past few months, my hand was the only thing that touched him, and her hands feel like heaven. She's trying a few strokes, slower and then faster, she's trying the texture, getting the feel of it, and I let her explore. When our kiss speeds up, her hands follow the lead, and eventually, I can't take it anymore.
“Kayla,” I beg into the kiss.
She understands and aligns my cock with her pussy, but then she hesitates, so I ask. “Are you sure?”
"Yeah, I'm just…." She lets it hang in the air, and I understand.
“I got you.” I give her another kiss, grab my cock and gently nudge it inside. She’s so fucking tight I'm about to blow, but I slowly push forward, pulling away from the kiss and carefully watching her face for any signs of pain. But there are none. Her mouth is slightly ajar, her cheeks flushed, so I push more. And more. Then I pull back out and push more, a few times just like that, and I’m fully sheathed inside.
“Are you okay?”
"Yeah," she whispers, and I begin moving. Slow, deliberate strokes. Very slow. I watch her face with every single move. How her eyes widen with every push. How her mouth forms the cutest 'o' when I hit the right spot. How her head falls backward as the feeling inside of her builds up to a breaking point.
I bring my mouth down and suck on the soft skin of her neck, causing her to inhale loudly. She loves it; I can tell because her hips are speeding up, urging me to follow. And I gladly oblige.
I move my hips faster, the strokes becoming deeper and harder. But even now, I watch her, even when I'm so deep in the passion I have to make sure she is good. It doesn’t feel like my regular fucking. This feels… different.
At this point, I'm about to burst, but she’s not there yet.
“Justin,” she whispers, “please.”
"Yes, baby, tell me what you need," I ask through gritted teeth, sweat dripping from my temples.
“I—” She wants to say something, but she's shy. It's her first time, for fucks sake. Even though she has that foul mouth on her, she doesn’t know how to voice her desires yet. I can help her.
“My hand? You want my hand?” I say as I suck on her earlobe.
“Yes, your hand.” She sighs in relief.
“Where do you want, Kayla?”
“Everywhere.” She whispers like she’s letting me in on a huge secret.
I smile as I move my body a little to the side, letting the weight off her, and plant my hand on her throat, moving the other one lower. I find her clit, and I play with it, making little, fast circles. I watch her face as I do it. Her mouth is open, and she’s biting on her lower lip. She is so ready. I squeeze her throat a little harder as I push into her with long, hard strokes.
And she comes undone, and I watch her ride that high.
That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The most gorgeous. The most precious. Kayla Adams, during her orgasm, will be forever imprinted in my brain.
