Anyone can fuck you. Ill show you what it’s like to make love (M+F)

“Who couldn’t love that face huh?”, he said in a teasing tone putting his hands over her cheeks.

She felt her face flush as he did and put her hands over his. Who can say what it is that stirs these things on. No single thing. In the spur of the moment it felt appropriate to him to lean in and give her what he told himself could be a merely friendly kiss. As soon as their lips met it was clear it was not going to be as brief a kiss as he thought. He could feel her kissing back. Maybe as reflex at first. It was so very soft and slow. She felt as if she were tingling and she knew she had never had another kiss like it. As he pulled away she felt herself following his lips until they weren’t touching and their eyes opened to look at each other.

Everything felt close and warm. The world had been curved in at it’s borders. There was nowhere else and no one else outside the room. All the rushing of his mind was quiet and still and at peace. All her fear and insecurity somehow felt exposed and known and yet she didn’t feel as terrified as she imagined she would have. Maybe it was ten seconds before they spoke. Maybe it was ten minutes, but when they did the change in mood was reflected in their hushed tones, as if they had crept upon a deer in the woods or some fragile rare thing that they might break with too much movement.

“Wow.”, she said simply. They both laughed a laugh of quiet nervous release. “Hwooo!”, she exclaimed. More laughter, which hushed itself after a while as if to see if the moment still existed. When they discovered somehow their hands had come to be touching they decided it was still the moment.

“Can I get another one of those?” She was smiling but he could see that she meant it. The room was a place of four dilated pupils and the moment could not be denied, second guessed, questioned … or it might never come again. And neither wanted to be the one to cause it to go.

He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek softly and the tender kiss resumed as if it had never broken. When he felt her mouth begin to open a little, her body begin to lean in, he pulled away. When she began to pull back he would follow her back in, his hand on the back of her head now. On her neck. In her hair. Neither of them could be absolutely sure of where they were. The room was a swirling unsolid place. Yet he managed to make sure it was just a kiss. A long and passionate deeply stirring kiss, but she learned to follow his ques and it stayed just that. When they pulled away again they were holding each others hands. Maybe so they wouldn’t wander any further.

She breathed a wordless expression that might have translated simply Yes. Good. Please. He grinned not just as a friend or in happiness but in enjoyment of knowing he had directed that little event. He knew she’d never had someone trace the prompts of her desire in that way before. Let alone focus it and reign it in. It was stronger now than before the kiss. Not relieved. Not simply more turned on. More realized.

“I don’t think..”, she started to say, but just then he leaned in biting into her neck softly. Licking up it slowly and warmly. Kissing wetly with a small unintentional growl up to just below her ear, savoring with a controlled hunger she could very sharply feel. “I.. ohhh.. kay.” Whatever she had been about to say she had no idea what it was.

His hands on her sides now. Squeezing at her hips. Pulling her closer. Pulling her underneath him as he leaned forward over her pressing his weight warmly down against her, their chests pressed together.

He grinned looking down at her licking his lips for the taste of her. His eyes were like she had never seen them before.

 His hand was on her shoulder clenching. Pulling at her shirt. She shuddered with pleasure as she felt his body grind up against hers, felt herself kissing back. Felt her hands on his hips pulling him down harder. He took her hands off by the wrists pinning them to each side above her head. Her hips bucked up involuntarily.

She gasped the words “Mmm fuck me Do it.”

“No.”, she heard him say simply. No? Her eyes opened and she saw him gazing down at her with an expression she didn’t recognize. He was still in the same sweet daze as she was but there was clarity there too. Did he just say no after all this?

“No.”, he said again. “Anyone can fuck you. I want to be the one to show you what it’s like to make love.”

She laid still as he began to lift her shirt off over her head, lifting herself with it to accommodate. She looked up at him with a sense of awe. That. That was how he was looking at her. He wasn’t going to stop. And he wasn’t going to let her make it a cheap thrill. He wasn’t going to let her run any which way.

He wrapped his arms around her, pressing himself close again. Her arms went around him, caressing his back. He may not have been buff but she could tell he was toned. His arms too. She could feel him unclasping her bra. Pulling it up off over her arms. She extended them. His fingers went over her shoulders and arms as he pulled them off before he dropped the bra to the floor. He ran his hand down between her breasts, over her chest above them, just touching and gazing at her for a moment. She sighed a heavy shaky sigh and began to let herself just take it in. He made a small noise that was one of pleased approval.

He leaned back down over her cupping her breast towards his mouth as he kissed softly over her nipple. She gasped out a moan feeling herself writhe beneath him as the kiss turned deeper. Into a warm sucking lick, his tongue rolling over her nipple. He squeezed the other breast. Harder. Needfully now. Fingers feeling over her nipple before moving up. His thumb brushed over her lips. Immediately she understood, opening her mouth to suck on his thumb. She moaned in response to all the sensation, her pleasure and his seemed to mix in the air. She had never heard her name moaned like that before.

He licked slowly up between her breasts before sitting up to watch her suck at his thumb, his hands wandering over her full thighs now. She watched as squeezing them caused his eyes to nearly roll closed. So many times he had imagined squeezing them as he was now. And now he could feel them. So warm and soft and full. His hands rubbed up and down as he squeezed. He began to suck in his breaths, breathing faster. Exhaling the sound “Ohhh” with every stroke.

He dug his fingers underneath her shorts and panties pulling down. Her hips lifted instinctively helping him along. He pressed his hand against her hot wetness rubbing. Her mouth at first opened in a silent gasping oh. And then catching her breath the moans came, as he rubbed his middle finger up and down just inside her. Up over her clit now in soft rolling circles. Up and down. Circles. Up and down. He seemed to know just when and where. His hands over her tummy and breasts again.

 He pulled off his shirt quickly throwing it behind him as she reached for his button, unzipping him. He kicked off his jeans and boxers. Here they were now. Naked together. It seemed all at once so unlikely and unreal and so completely natural and inevitable.

He took her hand in his, squeezing it around his cock, wrapping her fingers tightly around, his hand squeezed over hers. He bucked his hips slowly forward, pushing through her hand as he made her stroke it down. “Mmmmyyesss” She began stroking on her own but whenever it was too fast or too hard his own hand guided back the rhythm. Once he was fully hard he pulled her hand off grabbing her wrist and motioning for her to get up with him.

She looked down a moment exhaling a deep sigh and before she could even look back up to realize he had moved she felt his hands on her sides. He was moving her. She was on her back now on the floor. Half aware. She felt her legs lift and wrap around him. He was pressing into her. His chest down against hers rubbing her nipples as he moved up and down.

She wrapped her legs around tighter and squeezed him inside her. By the sounds she heard she assumed both were good. She felt him reach down rubbing her wet clit with his thumb as he pushed, slid, grinded.

They moaned now in unison. Like one voice with two sounds. Her hips rocking as his pressed down against hers. He was pulling her hair to tilt her head back, kissing and licking at her neck. Then his hands were wrapped around her grabbing the back of her shoulders pulling her down as he thrusted. Every part of them seemed to be touching. 

She seemed to be growing tighter. Tighter. His hands on her breasts, her clit. The two of them were everywhere. Mixing. There was nothing else. And then all at once, both of them. She felt him fill her and then the room was nowhere at all. She was falling. Melting. Burning. Exploding in soft waves of pink heat.

 And then there was a time with no sense of time at all. She was being held. Squeezed and rocked gently. Kisses covered her shoulders, her neck, her face. She didn’t think she could handle any more sensation. A part of her wanted to say mercy. Mercy. But another part loved being held. Just held. At some point they must have rolled over because her head was on his chest now and she was curled up against him, her leg draped over his legs. Him stroking her hair as his lips rested on her forehead, his hand on her back cradling her close.

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