Page 56 of Sweet Girl
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She does as I ask and I immediately find myself deeper, the position hugging me to the hilt. We both moan in unison. My arms begin to shake as I hold myself above her and the low prickly tingles at the base of my spine indicate that I’m about to erupt and shoot off like a geyser.
I rise above her, slamming into her with punishing thrusts, our skin slapping together, causing her breasts to jiggle in time with the movements. I pray that I’m not hurting her too much, but I couldn’t stop now even if I tried. My body tightens and I come with a hoarse cry and a grunt of release.
My weight collapses on top of her, my face planted between her ear and her shoulder. The fruity scent of her shampoo or perfume, whatever it is, envelopes me in the most serene state of existence. Everything around me fades as I practically pass out on top of her.
It could be seconds, minutes or days – I don’t know – but she finally lets out a little laugh, shoving at my chest.
“Van, uh...are you alive?”
I literally have to make myself pull out of her with a disgruntled groan, sliding out of her comfort and warmth, gripping the condom as I do. Now on my side, I have an opportunity to look her over, starting at her face.
What I see in her eyes tells me that she feels exactly as I do. Content.
I can’t help but smile, giving her a wink at the cute grin across her face. She’s adorably mussed up, her hair in tangles, fanning across my pillow.
“I hope you feel as good as you look.” I take a piece of her hair that curtains her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Because you look beautiful.”
Kylah’s cheeks turn pink, as she raises her arm to drape across her eyes, titling her head away from me. It gives me the opportunity to lean over her and kiss her breast which just happens to be exposed to me at the moment. I suck happily on her nipple for a few seconds, lightly running my fingers underneath the underside of her breast.
She moans softly, dropping her arm behind my shoulders, rubbing gently. “Thank you for...well, taking care of me. That was perfect.”
My heart swells at her praise, because honestly, it’s an ego-booster. There is nothing better for the male ego to hear that he made the woman he’s with feel good, especially for her first time.
“Hold that thought,” I instruct, popping her gently on the nose with my index finger, before turning over and off the bed. “I need to take care of this.”
It’s times like these that I love having my own bathroom. Heading in, I close the door behind me and take care of business. Standing over the sink as I wash my hands, I look into the mirror at my reflection. My own hair is tangled and messy, signs of a thorough fucking. My lips are puffy and shiny, from all the kissing and sucking I just did.
God, that was so hot being between Kylah’s legs. It had been a while since I’d done that. I think the last time was sometime in the summer with Lyndsay. Now I know why she pushed me away every time I tried to go down on her this fall before our break-up. She didn’t want the intimacy that it brings.
I shake my thoughts free of my ex. Fuck her. Grabbing a washcloth from the stack underneath my sink, I get it damp under the faucet and wring it out. Heading back into my room, I find Kylah sitting up in my bed, my sheet pulled up to her chin. She looks uncertain. Nervous.
She blinks, guilt darkening her irises. “I’m sorry, Van.” She glances down at the spot on the bed where it’s stained a dark red. “I didn’t think...”
Shit. She’s worried about ruining my stupid bed sheet? I probably got it at Target for less than fifteen-dollars. Screw the sheet. In fact, would it be weird to frame it?
I lean down on the edge of my bed, handing her the wet cloth, which she takes wearily.
“Kylah...that means nothing to me. Big deal. It’ll come out. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
My hand is drawn to her hair, where I slip my fingers through the soft, silky strands. She sighs, flashing me a shy grin.
“I’m fine. Seriously. That was better than I ever imagined it would be.”
“Why don’t you go clean up and I’ll get us something to drink, okay?”
Kylah nods in agreement and gingerly moves off the bed. I watch her walk toward the bathroom door, admiring her perfect little ass that I just had my hands on. My flaccid cock decides that he likes my hands on her ass, too, and starts to perk up again. I have to find something to keep my mind off that, ’cause I know we aren’t going to be getting it on again tonight. I’m sure she’ll be sore for a few days.
Grabbing two Cokes out of my dorm fridge, I open them with the bottle opener attached to my door and place them on the nightstand. I look around the room in search of my underwear. Locating them on the floor with my jeans, I yank them on and look back at the bed. My sheets are crumpled and I notice the stain again. It’s small, barely visible, but it holds an enormous weight in its size.
The question on the forefront of my mind is why didn’t she tell me she was a virgin before we got that far? Was she worried I would treat her differently? Maybe I would have, I don’t know for sure. Obviously, I’ve only been with one other girl in my life, and we both lost our virginity together – fumbling, inexperienced sex.
I hoped that Kylah at least experienced something more than what Lyndsay did her first time with me. The difference between a seventeen-year old me and the twenty-two-year old me should account for something.
The light in the bathroom flicks off as Kylah walks out to find me sitting on the couch. She’d grabbed her panties and the T-shirt I’d given her and she’s wearing them now. She looks well-fucked and incredibly sexy. I pat the cushion next to me and she joins me, scooting over so our hips and legs touch, my arm wraps around the top of her shoulders.
I can’t keep my hands or lips off her, as I place soft kisses on her neck, my fingers lightly strumming over her shoulder and arm. She tastes and smells so good. Like sex and sugar.
