I’ve Always Been Yours: 3

“Yes, of course,” I say, feeling a surge of power at the hopeful look he gives me.

He pulls me to himself instantly, and I feel his cock press against my crotch. I moan, feeling helplessly turned on.

He tips my chin up to meet his lips, taking my mouth in his in the softest kiss. I moan into his lips again, louder this time, and he grabs my ass, his large hand kneading my ass through the skirt.

I lift one leg up, wrapping it around his waist, and kiss him fully, roughly.

He sticks his tongue deeper into my mouth as he holds me tighter, his second hand landing on my boob that’s pressed on his chest. The feel of our skin touching sends my body into a mini frenzy.

I can’t stop the loud moans that erupt from my mouth all of a sudden, and he takes this confirmation as fuel.

His thumb caresses my nipple, tickling the bud in a way that makes me shake, squirming in his arms and begging for more of him.

I suck on his tongue, feeling how deeply it fills my mouth, and I feel half able to breathe. He’s kissing me like he’s a drowning man and I’m his last breath of air.

I pull one of my arms away, lowering it to his hand still cupping my ass, then push his fingers deeper until he’s almost at my wet and throbbing centre.

I let go of his hand then, allowing him to make the first move.

He lets out a low moan when his finger slides into me, and it’s so sexy and raw.

After all my months of being hung up on him, I’m surprised when I’m the one to pull away first, feeling so many emotions at the same time.

He leans into me for more than a few seconds, his eyes closed as he waits for me to continue the kiss.

His eyes slowly open as he realises I haven’t continued the kiss. My voice is throaty when I speak, “Um… are you seeing anyone? Cause I wouldn’t want to—

He doesn’t let me finish, “No, I’m not.” And he pulls me to himself again, burying his face in my boobs and licking a line through my cleavage like his life depends on it.

I don’t even know when my hands go around his head, running through his luscious hair and pressing him deeper into me. He palms both of my boobs, sandwiching his face between both of them.

He lifts me up by my waist, and I shriek as he leads me to the couch, balancing me in his lap. I can feel his thick length press into my stomach, and I grind on it before I can even stop myself.

He focuses his attention on my right nipple, making sure to take care of the other boob, kneading and playing with it like he is fascinated by two of them.

His eyes are closed and I can feel his cock get harder and harder. It feels so big, reaching my stomach through his shorts.

It’s standing erect at this point, pointing higher and higher, begging me to touch it.

I take it into my hands, feeling the whole length of it. It’s so large I have to use both my hands to cover the length of it, and there’s still some left. How would his huge cock even fit into me?

I moan at the thought, my hand stroking his length as I imagine him thrusting into me, ruining my insides with his cock.

I take a look at his face once more, basically swallowing my boob as if he’s starving and it’s a three course meal. He looks so peaceful and happy, and I almost regret stopping him.

He looks up, his lips swollen and wet and even sexier than before.

“Let’s go to my room,” I say, my hand still going up and down on his cock, but slower.

He smiles, “Sure, I’d love to see my crush’s room.”

“What?” I say, the surprise makes me freeze my movements over his cock for a moment. I notice the tip of his shorts are a little wet, precum coating the thin fabric and making my fingers itch to touch him again.

I want to take him into my mouth so much, but the fear that I might be no good at it, as I’ve never done that before, stops me.

“Well, I’ve actually had a huge crush on you since I met you last summer.” He looks away, his eyes lowering like he’s shy.

“Oh my God, you’ve got to be kidding me right now!” I laugh, my hips rocking again against his as I get more excited with every moment.

“I’m serious, I almost even told your mother about it at some point but I was so scared she’d say you’re too young for me.”

“She definitely can’t say that anymore!” I laugh again, ecstasy running through my veins. “I turned eighteen like four months ago.”

“I know,” he murmurs, almost to himself, and he continues the kiss and lifts me up. He starts walking in the direction of the stairs and I direct him to my room.

We enter it, and then forget anything but the two of us and the feeling of connection we are both experiencing, for a long, long while.

He settles me on the bed beneath him, and I rest comfortably allowing my shoulders drop onto the soft marerial. Anticipating what he’s planning, but I have some idea from the way he’s looking at my skirt bunched up around my waist, my pink, throbbing pussy on full display.

He lowers his head to my folds and I lose my ability to form words. “Ugh… mmm…” is all that comes out of my mouth.

I’ve forgotten what I was just about to say, and I keep trying to remember and failing as his mouth closes over my clitoris, pulling on it with his lips. My groans get louder with every second.

My hips start bucking, and my hand goes around his head, holding him down in case he ever thinks of removing his hot mouth from me.

All I can do in this moment is feel, and every thought clears from my mind.

I wrap my legs around his head, and all he does is go deeper, tracing lines with his tongue from the tip of my slit to the end.

His tongue dives into my pussy, licking all the juice coming out, making me squirm more and more. He groans into me.

The vibration of his mouth from his groans and moans on my pussy sends me to new heights, and I don’t even realise it when I start grinding on his mouth, meeting his tongue thrusting into my tight pussy.

Unintelligible words spring from my mouth again, and I start kneading my boobs, getting into it and using his mouth roughly. Completely.

Playing with my nipples and squeezing them, until they hurt, and enjoying the way they hurt.

I feel pressure start building in my lower belly, and then I give into my body, feeling raw pleasure in every single nerve ending.

I feel him press one finger into me, and I gasp, pleasure racking my entire body as I cum, hard. He doesn’t stop, keeping up a steady rhythm as he laps at my clitoris, assaulting my delicate pussy from every angle.

Before the first release is over, another one comes, harder than the last and I scream out, “Fuck, Jo-ohn!”

I’m sure my voice can be heard houses away but right now I don’t care, the pleasure is too much to handle.

My voice lowers after long seconds as I come down from my high, settling into a soft whimper as my body, spent, relaxes back into the mattress.

He swallows every drop of my juices, moaning and slurping.

Finally, he stands up, his hands going around my sides and tracing their way to my face. He cups my face in his palm, kissing my lips lightly.

“You taste amazing, Lanie.”

As he levels with me, I feel his cock press into my centre, hot and throbbing. I’m immediately energized, and I pull him closer to me, pressing my slit into his hips.