When I entered his room, without knocking, I was only wearing a bra and panties. When he saw me, his face was calm and his body relaxed. He’d taken it in his stride, as if he’d been expecting me to come to him.
I blurted out, “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Me too.”
Then his face changed. It was now serious.
“This is not a good idea.”
So I was right, he was going to reject me. I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry, but I knew that I would. When he beckoned me to come towards him, with his arms outstretched, I thought it was so that he could console me, but when I got to him there was no hug. Instead he kissed me, fully on the lips, and he wasn’t holding back. I was surprised, shocked even, but then my body took over, responding as it should to his passion.
He’d started it, but I was going to take control. I’d waited a long time for this so I was going to make the most of it. When I put my tongue into his mouth he greedily sucked on it. That ended when I wanted to speak.
“Take my bra off.”
While he was doing that I was enjoying his tongue in my mouth. But when he’d managed to unhook it, and it was off me, he took it out. Now his mouth was on my breast, sucking hard on my nipple. Then his hand was on the other one, touching all of it before concentrating on its teat. His Father had played with my tits, only minutes ago, and it had excited me, but this was better.
My large tits were his, to do to them whatever he wanted. And he was. No breasts have ever had more attention than this. While sucking and nibbling on one nipple, his fingers were doing wonderful things to the other one. Rolling it between a finger and thumb had made me moan, but pulling on it had made me gasp. What was best though, was when he was pinching it, that took my excitement to another level.
I now understand why his girlfriends had been so noisy. They would have wanted to stay silent, but they couldn’t help themselves. They might have tried to keep the noise down, but they would have found that it was impossible. I was no better than them, but I wasn’t worried. Brad had always slept through it, and he would do the same for me.
Ryan was relentless. He wasn’t just playing with my nipples, he was worshiping them. And he wasn’t giving any indication that he wanted to stop. Didn’t he know that I had something better to offer him? My hot wet pussy!
I gave him a bit more time, and then I said, “Take my panties off and finger me.”
He got them off in record time, and then he quickly parted my legs. I smiled as I watched his hand go between my legs, I couldn’t wait for his fingers to enter me. When I felt the tip of one of them at my opening, I shuddered. But why wasn’t he inserting it? Then I realized that he was teasing me. On another day that would have been sensual, and highly erotic. Now, it was just frustrating.
“Don’t fuck about, finger me.”
That was harsh, I should have been gentler with him. But I wasn’t in the mood to apologize.
After a mumbled sorry, he behaved himself by giving me two fingers, and they were in up to the knuckles. It made me moan. Then he got ambitious when he added another. That made me gasp. Now he was fingering me properly