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#18 Enjoying my reward

Wow. That is one magnificent cock. And he’s got a frenum piercing. That’s so fucking hot. Staring down at his massive erection adorned with a small silver barbell, I swear I almost faint right then and there. This must be God’s way for rewarding me for all the shit I’ve been through with guys in the past. James is my reward. And fucking hell, he’s a great one.

“You don’t have to be afraid that it will hurt,” James tells me, still a little unsure of himself as he steps out of his pants. “And it doesn’t affect the condom either.”

“I’m not scared,” I assure him immediately, touching the piercing gently, making his cock jerk. “I just want you inside of me.”

“You like it?” There’s a little smirk on his face now that he can tell that I’m very much hypnotized by him. That confidence makes him even sexier.

I turn around so my back is facing him. “Unzip me, will you?”

James immediately complies, his fingers lingering on my skin before sliding the dress off my shoulders. It drops to the floor in a pool of fabric and I step out of it, moving to turn back around to him, but James has other ideas. He pushes himself flush against my back, running his hands over my arms, then moving to the front, cupping my boobs and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I can feel his cock twitching against my back and I just can’t wait to feel him inside of me.

“Promise me you will tell me if I do something you don’t like,” James says, kissing my neck. “I want this to be just as good for you as I’m sure it will be for me. If I hurt you or of you want to stop, just say it. I promise I will never do anything you don’t want.”

I turn around in his arms and kiss him, trying to convey to him how much it means to me that he just said that. Thankfully, I’ve never had a bad experience with sex – well, I’ve had to fake it a few times, but I’ve never had someone force themselves on me or anything. It’s a rare thing that guys are this vocal about wanting to be good to me, though. I like it.

We kiss as we make our way to my bed, hands exploring each other’s bodies. He lays me down on the bed with the utmost care, positioning himself right next to me, his hands exploring every inch of me while do the same with him. I follow the lines of the tats on his chest, and then I move closer so my mouth can follow the trail my fingers started.

“You don’t have to if you don’t w-”

I cut James’ sweet protests short by wrapping my mouth around his cock and taking him as far inside of me as he can go. That’s not all that far since he’s so big, but judging by the way he’s groaning right now, it still feels good. When I pull back, he tries to pull me back up, but I’m not done yet. I run my tongue over his shaft a few times, flicking over the small silver barbell. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep with a guy with a piercing down there. Tattoos and piercings have always been a major turn-on for me, and this one is no different. In fact, I think I like this one even better than Thomas’ nipple piecing.

James is panting by now, thrusting up into my mouth when I close my lips around him again. I spend a long time like that, and right when my jaw begins to hurt, James grabs my hair and gently pulls me away. It’s forceful enough to be sexy, but not so much that he’s hurting me.

He’s perfect.

“I don’t want to come yet,” James breathes when I snuggle against him, putting my head on his chest. “But that was… I mean… Wow.”

I chuckle. “Thank you for the feedback, officer Tyson.”

“Let’s see if I’m just as good, Nurse Berger,” he replies without missing a beat. We’re so in synch that it’s scary. He kisses his way down my body now, pausing to suck on my nipples. Every time he gets close to my pussy and I buck my hips up, he goes a different way and spends time on my thighs or my boobs again. By the time he finally flicks his tongue over me, I’m so high-strung that I cry out and feel like I’m on the verge of an orgasm already.

James takes his time, teasing and licking and sucking until I finally come with a loud moan, shaking uncontrollably. He gives me a moment to recuperate, but then he’s back at it, with his fingers this time. He enters me with one at first, then two, then three. I’m about to tell him to stop teasing me and fuck me already, but when his tongue joins his fingers, I’m done for. Again, I cry out, closing my eyes as the waves of pleasure move over me.

“Do you have a condom?” James asks, looking up at me from between my legs.

“Yes,” I pant. “Bottom drawer of my nightstand. No – wait – top drawer.” He’ll need the extra-large ones I bought back when I was sleeping with Aston. Thomas always just uses the regular ones, but James won’t fit into those. No way.

“Oh wow,” James says when he opens the drawer. “You’ve got my size.” He turns to look at me, a small frown on his face. “Why do you have my size?”

That is a very weird question when we’re in the middle of having sex. Obviously I didn’t know how big he was before just now, so he knows as well as I do that I bought these for an ex. Does he really want me to say that out loud?

“Never mind,” he adds before I can answer, kissing me softly. “I’m happy you do, because I didn’t bring any.”

“You didn’t?” That’s not very smart. This is our third date, after all, and we were already making ‘let me taste your meat’ jokes on the first date, so surely he knew he was going to get lucky?

“I didn’t think I’d be in your bed tonight,” James says, sounding almost shy. “I didn’t want to presume… I mean… Like I said, you don’t have to do this. Although I’d very much like to.”

“Me too.” I’m done with all the sweet words now. I just want to fuck him already. I take the condom from him and push him down on the bed, kissing my way down his body and running my tongue over his cock again before rolling the condom over it.

He grabs my hips when I straddle him and thrusts up while I sink down, filling me up completely. I need a moment to get used to his size – aside from that time with Thomas, I haven’t had a man inside of me for six months. And Thomas isn’t this hung.

“Fuck, you’re big,” I tell James, knowing very well how much men like to hear that. And with him, it’s not even a lie. “I love the way you feel inside of me.”

His blue eyes bore into mine and he smirks. “I didn’t even get started yet.”

Apparently, me telling him I like his huge cock was the last push he needed to unleash the beast in him. Even though I’m on top, he takes full control by thrusting up again and again, keeping me in place firmly, his muscles bulging. He’s hitting all the right spots inside of me, and although I can’t feel the piercing, just knowing it’s inside of me makes me so hot that I can barely breathe. He moves one hand to my clit, rubbing it so hard that I cry out in pleasure and pain alike, an orgasm rolling over me almost instantly.

Right after I fell apart, James flips us over so he’s on top now, picking up the pace again. He uses one hand to hold mine above my head so I can’t touch him, enjoying how powerless I am beneath him. I don’t usually like that, but everything just feels so right tonight that I don’t mind. Besides, I know that the moment I tell him to stop, he will, and that makes me feel safe.

“Come with me,” he tells me, kissing me hard. “I’m so close.”

“Pinch my nipples,” I moan out. That’s usually enough to push me over the edge when I’m this close already.

He lets go of my hands and pushes himself up a little so he can grab one boob, massaging it gentle at first and then twisting my nipple. I cry out, and his trusts become erratic, chasing his relief. The look on his face while he comes is so hot that I follow right after, my walls contracting around him so hard that it makes him grunt.

After a few more trusts, he stills and gives me a sloppy kiss before rolling off me and letting out a deep sigh. “That was amazing,” he says almost reverently. “You’re amazing.”

I smile and roll to my side so I can snuggle up to him. He gives me another kiss, but then he moves away and gets out of bed. For a second, I’m scared he’s going to walk out on me after sex, but then he winks at me and pulls off the condom, walking to the bathroom to throw it in the trash and clean himself up. He gets back to me as fast as he can and pulls the covers over us, pulling me against him so I can rest my head on his chest.

“You’re so sexy,” James mumbles into my hair, stroking my back with lazy, soft motions. “That was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Oh wow. I can’t say the same, although he does come close. I think that sex gets better when you get to know someone better. This was amazing, especially for a first time, but I’ve had better times with Thomas and Aston. Not the first time with them though – no, the best times were after already sleeping together for a few months, when they knew just how to play my body and make me come so hard that I see stars.

Obviously, I can’t tell James that.

“It was great,” I say, not wanting lie either. “It’s like someone took all the things I like in a guy and created you just for me.”

“Are you calling me a robot?” James teases, squeezing my hip.

I laugh at the thought of having a sex robot in my bed right now. “Please don’t be a robot,” I tell him with a smile. “Robots don’t have a heart.” I push my ear closer against his chest, pretending to check his heartbeat. “Okay, thank God, you have a heartbeat.”

James chuckles. “Is that your professional opinion, nurse Berger?”

I like it when he calls me that. Then again, I pretty much like every single thing about him so far. We tease each other a little more, but my eyelids are starting to feel heavy, and I feel myself slowly slipping away.

“Franny?” James whispers, stroking my hair. “I’ve got work in the morning.”

“Oh,” I breathe, knowing I need to let go of him but snuggling closer instead. “Do you have to go?”

“Either I go now, or I might wake you when I get up early in the morning,” he says, sounding wistful. “It’s your day off. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“My day can’t possibly be ruined by waking up next to you, no matter how early,” I say with a yawn. “I’d like you to stay, if you want that too.”

“Yes,” he says immediately, kissing my forehead. “I’d like that very much.” He gets out of bed to grab his phone and set his alarm. When he gets back, he rolls me to my side so he can spoon me, kissing my neck and running his hand up my legs for a while before falling asleep against me, his breaths coming in slower.

I drift off soon after, feeling safe and comfortable in his muscular arms.

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