Amateur

First Date

I can only assume he had been watching for a while, learning my routine and the layout of my room. He knew the window was always unlocked. All he needed to do was slide the glass with his hand and softly brush the curtain away.

I don’t know what he did while I was sleeping but when I finally stirred, the straps of my nightgown were pulled down just enough for my breasts to be exposed and pulled up just above my hips. His hands slowly, gently teasing me, face near my hair and lips barely grazing my ear and neck. I wasn’t fully awake when he worked his way down my body and began to slowly pull my thighs apart.

He inched his way to my core, one hand pushing my legs apart further, the other squeezing my thigh tight while he ran his lips along my skin. He went painfully slowly, running his fingers and mouth along the edge of my panties, only crossing the border for a moment to tease me further.

He began to message me over my panties and could feel how much I wanted this. When he finally pulled away the fabric and slid a single finger over me, I was fully awake. Before I could jump up, he shoved me down hard with his other hand. He leaned up over me, using his weight to keep me still. He whispers to me,

“shhhhh, don’t make a sound.”

At the same moment, he pushed a second finger inside me. My mouth opened, but before I could make a sound, he crushed his mouth to mine. Once he was certain I would stay quiet, he moved back down between my legs, peppering my body with soft kisses and small bites. All the while, he worked with me with his other hand. My thighs kept trying to squeeze, but the strength of his hand wouldn’t let me move.

He pulled out just long enough to take my drenched panties off and toss them aside. He hesitated just a moment, lips brushing my most sensitive skin. Right before he makes contact, I reach down and grab his shoulder. My legs squeeze against him, and my grip tightens as he goes back and forth between gently sucking and licking me to bite my inner thighs hard while his fingers work me closer to the edge.

A soft, deep moan escapes my lips and sends a shiver through me. As soon as it does, he stops, pulling his fingers back and raising his face just enough to say,

“Hush, hush, little one.”

I nod my head vigorously and in a barely audible whisper, I say “Please, don’t stop. Please...I need...more...”

Reaching down for his wrist and trying to push him back, “Please I need more, mor...”

Before I can finish he shoves his fingers back, adding a third one this time, curling forward and spreading me open so he can suck on my clit as he works me from inside. I’m about to scream so I pull back my hand from his arm and bite down on it hard.

As I begin to fall apart all over his face and fingers, I can’t hold back my cries and turn my face into the pillows. I can feel the smile pull across his lips as he raises up to watch me; back arched, one hand in my mouth the other gripping the side of the bed white knuckle tight, my eyes bursting open. He leaves his fingers inside to keep the orgasm pulsing through my body, pushing deep, then pulling out to let the tips of his fingers slide along my soaking entrance. He repeats this as I continue to breathe heavy and thrust against his fingers.

He makes his way back up, his legs keeping my thighs spread while his hands and mouth are toughing every inch of exposed skin. He rocks his hip so I can feel his erection against my sensitive center. He continues to move his hips as he lowers his face to mine, lips just barely making contact with my ear, neck, and then mouth. He speaks into my parted lips,

“You need to taste yourself.” as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Our lips connected as he sucked on my tongue and moaned.

His free hand reaches back down and grips my thigh like I’m the only thing keeping him in place. He pulls my leg up around him, pressing down harder with each movement. I can feel the tingling and heat coming back. Leaning into my neck he bites down hard enough to mark me as he puts his hand over my mouth to stifle my moan. I can feel his own release as he pushes his weight down into my hips. His face buried in my hair and his hands holding me tightly to him. He loosens his grip and breaths out and he whispers in my ear,

“You smell so good covered in cum and sweat. You taste like...mine.”

His fingers trace along my body as moves from between my legs and I roll to my side gasping for breath. He follows my movement, tracing down my shoulder, back and hips.

“Next time I catch you, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move and fill you with every drop of my cum. ”

Takes one more sharp inhale and is once again at the window. “You’re mine, little one.”