Page 35 of Huge Dynamite
This time she opens her mouth, and her warm, soft tongue teases my thumb. Working my thumb through her parted lips, she licks and nips gently.
“Damn, Holly.”
Pushing my thumb in further, she takes the length of it, sucking and licking as she closes her eyes.
“Holly, baby…”
Her eyes open and flash with hunger. Freeing my thumb, I place my hand on her cheek, and holding her softly, I kiss her again and again, each time getting closer and closer as the kiss grows deeper and deeper.
Grabbing at my jeans, she pulls me, and I roll on top of her. Latching my mouth to hers, we kiss in time with the quickening thrusting of our hips. Reaching down, she grabs at my button fly and pops the top button. Immediately, some of the pressure releases, but now I’ve got nothing but a pair of briefs containing me.
Dropping my weight down, I use my legs to widen hers so I can rest between them. Then, balancing on my knees, I lift her T-shirt, and moving closer, I kiss her toned tummy over and over again…
Giggling, she turns her head and covers her mouth with her hand. Undaunted, I run my kisses up one side of her beautiful belly and down the other. Reaching up, I slide her T-shirt farther upward. Looking at me, she stares into my eyes as I lift the T-shirt up and over her beautiful breasts. Taking her hand, I pull her up to a seated position and then lift the T-shirt over her head. She shivers, and her already-hard nipples tighten into buds.
“Good god, Holly.”
Sliding her onto her back, I immediately take one tight, full breast into my hand and set to work on her nipple—nipping and licking while she arches her back off of the bed and moans beneath me.
“You are so damned responsive…” I mumble. Reaching around, I hold her back with one hand and cup her breast with the other.
Then, laying her down again, I slide onto my side and pop the rest of my button fly open. My throbbing member springs forward, straining to be free. Climbing on top of her, I reach out and slide her panties down around her ankles and off. She rubs her legs together and drops her chin to her shoulder. Moving next to her hip, I settle in and kiss her tattoo gently.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she whispers. “It’s tender, but not sore.”
“Well, we’ll be careful, okay?”
“Yes.” Reaching out with her hand, she wraps it around my forearm. “Seth. Just so you know. I, um, I’m a little out of practice.”
Her words sit straight in my dick. I love that she hasn’t been with anyone in a long time, and I love that she trusts me enough for it to be me.
“Baby,” I murmur. “I promise we’ll go slow, and I will never let anything hurt you.”
Her eyes light up at my promise, and it’s one I make to her and to me. As soon as I say it, I know it’s true. I would never let anything hurt her. Nodding, she smiles, and I know she believes me.
Jumping off of the bed, I slide out of my briefs and watch as her gaze drops to my member that’s rock hard and so ready for her.
There are so many things I want to do to her, but right now, more than anything, I want to make her mine. Climbing back onto the bed, I place one hand on the mattress on either side of her shoulders and settle between her legs. Balancing on my knees, I run my hands down her body, stopping at her hips. Careful of the sore tattoo, I roll her onto her side and kiss the tattoo gently.
“Seth…” she mumbles.
Dropping down onto the side of her, I spoon her, holding her close. Taking my hand from her hip, I rest it between her legs. Then, moving slightly, I roll her onto her back and gently, watching and reading her reactions as I go, I move my finger toward her opening and slide it inside.
“Holly, baby, you’re so tight and so ready.”
“Yes.” Rolling her head back, she moans. “God, that feels so good.”
Pushing farther, I increase my rhythm as she begins to move in time with me. Rolling her head to one side, she grips the sheets. Removing my finger slowly, I bring it to rest on the nub of nerves between her legs, pressing and rubbing as I watch her head move from side to side, and then, slowly, I slide back inside. I follow this pattern—moving from her nub to her opening—back and forth, just to drive her wild. Every time she settles in and her hips raise, and her breath quickens—I change my pattern to keep her enjoying it as long as possible… until that moment she can’t take anymore, and I bring her over the edge.
“Seth, I want you. Please.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. Removing my finger from inside her, I reach around and grab a condom from the nightstand. I tear it open with my teeth and then roll it on. Then, placing one hand on the mattress on either side of her head and lining myself up, with just the tip of my erection, I bump against her gently.
“Mmm,” she moans.
Using more force, I’m able to push my tip in, and slowly, I begin to bury myself inside.
