Feeling Brave
Zorah couldn’t look away from Icaro as he lay her down in the middle of the bed. He stood next to the bed staring down at her with adoration and love coming at her in waves. She noted the slight tremble in his hand as he moved to ruffle his hair and the way his foot shuffled as he stood there watching her.
Feeling brave and bold she sat up and pulled her sundress over her head, enjoying the way his pupils dilated, and his Adam’s apple bobbed, as she sat in the bed wearing only her bra. She made quick work of removing it as well and tossed it aside. She stared at him as his eyes roved her body.
“It’s your turn.”
She knew she was staring as she watched him slowly untuck his shirt from his pants and undo each button. The way his tongue darted to wet his lips felt endearing and was helping to calm her nerves. His shirt slid down his arms catching on his watch before he unclasped it and set it on the nightstand.
Next, he toed his shoes off and then bent to remove his socks and seconds later his pants and underwear followed to join the heap of clothes. She bit the corner of her lip as she noted his very erect cock jutting in her direction.
“You’re sure it’ll fit?” she suddenly blurted out.
“Guaranteed it will,” her words seemed to be the catalyst to put him back on track of his normal cocky and arrogant self. “I mean it’s huge and all, but it will definitely fit.”
“Are all men this big?”
“No. I knew a guy once with a micro penis. It’s a real thing.” He held his fingers centimetres apart. “I’m actually average, Zorah, not huge. I’m not going to tear you in half. I promise I will make you feel incredibly good.”
“It’s going to hurt though, isn’t it?”
“It might but we’ve been playing together a lot over the last few weeks. My fingers have been slowly stretching you to accept me when we do meet. Tonight, I will be slow and gentle with you but there will be times, as we get used to each other, things will be frantic, rough, and harried. You will enjoy it as much as he gentle stuff, I promise. I will never hurt you, Zorah. There are men out there who enjoy pain with their pleasure, I am not one of them. I will never want to cause you pain.”
She lay back against the pillows, Icaro’s eyes watching to the way her breasts moved as she did. She opened her arms, “come here. I think I need to be kissed before we do anything else.”
He crawled onto the bed, the warmth of his naked body feeling every bit the comfort she needed, and she curled into him. His leg moved to cover hers as he drew her closer and his palm moved up and down her bicep reassuringly. “If at any time, you aren’t comfortable, you only need to say stop and we stop.”
“I know.”
His mouth tenderly, tentatively touched hers as he kissed her softly. Sweetly passionate, he didn’t immediately plunge his tongue past her lips but instead kissed her with gentle persuasion. Zorah felt her lips bruising from the way he slid his mouth back and forth over hers. As her nerves steadied, her hunger grew and she was parting her mouth, her own tongue darting to trace the edges of his mouth.
His hands began travelling her body, sliding over her skin, firmly grasping her in some places and skittering along in a tickling motion in others. Her body was aflame as he palmed her breast, his thumb tracing her erect nipple. His mouth moved from hers, away from her searching tongue and he lowered his head to capture the peak where his thumb toyed. Suckling at her breast, he slipped his hand between her thighs and found her damp and waiting for his touch.
Her sigh bounced around the quiet of the room as he rolled her completely on her back and took his time licking and sucking one nipple and then the other while his fingers pushed and prodded, circling her clitoris with purpose.
“Icaro,” she panted, “I’ll come if you keep doing this.”
“It’s the point, amoré,” he whispered against her flesh, “it will make it much easier for you if you’re slick and wet from orgasm.” Finding the soft under pad of nerve endings with his fingertips he plucked her from the edge of abyss and then shoved her hurtling over it.
Her orgasm wound through her body, arcing through her like an electrical current, zapping and zipping, her legs clenching as his fingers remained embedded in her knuckle deep.
“Oh Zorah,” he whispered in her ear, “I cannot tell you how fucking beautiful you are when you come for me.”
She reached between them and boldly gripped his shaft and stroked him, reveling in the way his eyes closed as she took charge of touching him.
He encouraged her to touch him, “that’s it my love, touch your husband. Make my cock even harder than it already is.”
His grunt of approval as she drew his precum from the head of him down his length emboldened her. Up and down, her fist around him she jerked him until his hips were arching against her ministrations. She’d not been able to touch him so intimately since he’d been punishing himself by withholding his own orgasm and now, being so free to do as she pleased, she felt a rush of power at the response she elicited in him.
She was aware his fingers were still inside her, barely moving as she stroked him as if all his focus was on what she was doing. “I want to taste you,” she whispered causing his eyes which had fluttered shut to spring open.
“No,” he vetoed her request. “My love, I won’t last ten seconds in your perfect mouth. As it is, I’m uncertain whether I’m going to go off like a pre-teen boy watching his first porn merely sliding into you.”
She blinked in confusion, “really? You might come so quickly?”
“I pray not but,” he put his hand over hers, “I think you’ve got me as hard as I’m ever going to be, and I really want to sink myself into you.”
Zorah felt more perfect words were never spoken.
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