I want him. I need him. I feel like I have to have him around every moment of the day. I’m much more happier when he’s around. Justin is great too, but his dick…oh Lord, listen to me. He hasn’t even put it in me yet and I’m acting like I’m fresh out of jail.
I swear it calls my name whenever Justin and I are together, teasing and tempting me to just touch it a little bit; give it a few strokes, or run my tongue along the length of it a few times just to have a taste. Sometimes I get so antsy and horny that I actually end up doing one of those things if not both, which of course Justin has no problem with. While I’m happy that we’ve been teaching and exploring each other, I’m starting to worry about us having sex…for his sake. Shit if I’m this dickmatized now, what am I going to be like when we actually start doing it? I’ve even started taking birth control just to be prepared. It’s his fault anyway. If it weren’t for his sexy ass and that bowl of peaches, I would still be a good girl… at least for a few more days.
Once Justin’s shorts hit the floor things got buck wild in that kitchen. Since he had eaten me out I was more than happy to return the favor, but with me never having sucked a dick before, I was nervous about where to start and more importantly, whether or not he would like it. Sensing my apprehension, Justin soothed my qualms with a kiss and had me giggling when he told me to pretend he was one of those cherry popsicles that I love so much. With that in mind I told him to get comfortable on the island and took him in my hand, softly stroking him before I ran my tongue up his length. He had me throbbing with that heavy breathing again as well as the deep moans and groans that spilled from his lips. Soon those licks turned into sucks when I finally took as much of him as I could into my mouth while he played with my hair. I made him say my name that time. That made me bold enough to start sucking a little bit harder and faster and focus on his sac, during which I thought he was going to snatch me bald-headed because he was gripping my hair so tight. I was so into making him feel good and wanting him to cum that I barely heard him tell me to stop. I reluctantly pulled off, thinking that I had hurt him or that he didn’t like it, but he quickly assured me that wasn’t the case; he just wanted me to join him on the island as well. My eyes almost fell out of my head when he sat up and grabbed me by my waist and turned me around so that he was face to face with my ass and pussy. Now I had heard about this position and watched enough porn to know what was about to go down, I was just nervous as all hell.
“Don’t be nervous baby,” Justin said while caressing the backside of my thigh. “I’m still your cherry popsicle and you’re still my juicy peach.”
I looked in between my legs only to see him giving me a huge shit-eating grin. I just giggled and shook my head before I felt him spread my thighs a little wider and bring me closer to his mouth. I had no idea how I was supposed to be concentrating on sucking dick when Justin was making me cum in just two licks, but I got my shit together and continued making love to him with my mouth like I was doing before. By the time we finished, it was almost one in the morning, my thighs were sore from being spread like that the entire time, and I was exhausted from all the orgasms that I had. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sit on my ass the next day either, since Justin took the liberty of smacking it around like he was playing some damn conga drums. He was pretty much asleep after the two orgasms I sucked out of him; I had bruise on the back of my right thigh for a week after he bit me during one of them. Since we were both sticky and sweaty from our escapades we mustered enough energy to take a shower, during which we both took turns washing each other’s body and I had a mini orgasm while he washed my hair. He all but begged me not to go home after we got dressed and cleaned the kitchen and I didn’t have it in me to tell him no. Besides, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep without him next to me after all that anyway. So I stayed the night and in the morning, I woke up to his beautiful blues that had been watching me sleep, and a kiss that made me feel like Jello.
Our mother’s basically started planning our wedding when we told them that we decided to be official. Although I think that we’re too young to get married, especially since we’re still in school, I could see it. I mean we’ve basically been together since were kids anyway, so I don’t have any fear about letting him put a ring on it. Other than that, I’ve been trying to enjoy Justin as much as I can since I leave for school in a month, which brings me back to what I was talking about earlier. While I know that it will happen when it’s supposed to, I want to make love to him so bad. I just feel like since everything is falling into place between he and I, he’s the one that I want to share that intimate moment with…in addition to showing and teaching me some more freaky things that I can use in the future. Justin on the other hand is just going with the flow and doesn’t want to force anything.
“If we force it, it won’t be genuine and it won’t be pleasurable for either of us. So let’s just take our time and let the moment come to us,” he told me, which caused me to pout because I knew he was right.
“And stop poutin’. Besides you know when the time comes I’ma put it on you in the worst way.” Whew…I hope so because all this waiting and anticipating is only going to make us do more illegal and immoral things to each other.
Like that time we drove to Memphis for the weekend about a week after the peaches incident and went to the movies. I honestly had every intention of watching the film and eating my popcorn…but he just had to look all scrumptious in his white beater, blue button-down, jeans, and clean ass kicks with his ice in his ear. I made through about 25 minutes of the movie before I started rubbing and playing with the crotch of his pants and by the time he came and I came back up for air, the movie ended ten minutes later. Or the time when Justin took me on a picnic by the lake with a basket and red-checkered blanket in tow. Needless to say that I spent more time with my back on the blanket and Justin ate more of me than the sandwiches that he packed. Let’s not forget his luscious lips that I’m constantly kissing too. If I’m dick crazy, then I’m a fiend for his kisses because sometimes I spend an entire day kissing that sexy mouth of his. In fact, probably my favorite thing to do with him is to curl up next to him either in bed or on the couch, watch movies, and kiss him. When I think about him, I can’t help but smile, and when I wake up to another day, he’s one of the first things on my mind and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I just…I love him.
Even now as we lay here in my bed watching one of those random movies that they show on T.V. during the weekends, I can’t help but be enamored with his soft milky skin, his long eyelashes, his beautiful hands. I love the sound of his laugh, the smell of his cologne, and surprisingly, the way he sometimes talks in his sleep (it is funny as hell). All I know is that I can lay here in his arms and be content for the rest of my life.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks me softly, finally taking his eyes away from the T.V.
I smile shyly, “You.”
“Oh yeah, what about me? You not gon’ try to attack me and rip my pants off again are you?”
“No! And you were gone on that fishing trip with your granddaddy for three days so excuse me for missing your little narrow behind.”
He chuckles before planting a kiss on my temple. “I’m just messing with you babe, tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I was just laying here thinking about how much I’m gonna miss this come August and how much I’m gonna miss you.”
“Yeah, but we got phones, computers, and you know I’ll hop on a plane in a minute if you want me to.”
“I know and I feel the same way,” I reply, sitting up so that we’re face to face. “I just…is it bad that I wanna pack you in my suitcase and take you with me?” I ask with a sad smile.
“No baby, it’s not,” he laughs. “In fact, I was thinking about doing the same thing. You remember how I acted when you were leaving for college, but we’ve made it through two years already, what’s two more? Besides, I’m not goin’ nowhere so if you ever need anything you can come home and I’ll be right here, waitin’ for you like I’ve been doin’ all these years.”
I swear I feel every hair on the back of my neck stand up after hearing that and every fiber of my being screaming at me to say it:
“I love you.”
The smile that appears takes up his entire face and I melt as he brings his sensuous lips to mine.
“I love you too.”
My heart skips a beat and my smile mirrors his before I resume our kiss and spend the rest of the day with him, doing my favorite thing in the world.
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It’s been a week since we’ve said those three words to each other and every time that we’re together; I make sure to tell him, not because I think that he’ll forget or because I want to hear him say it back, but because it feels so good just to let him know how I feel about him. Plus I love the way he smiles and blushes whenever I say it too.
He about worked my last nerve last night though, calling me every five minutes just to make sure that I was still coming to his house. He knew I was and his parents are out of town again so I didn’t understand why he was acting all crazy, plus I had to take a shower. All we were supposed to be doing was having dinner and watching a movie, so color me surprised when I finally and literally ran over to his house and let myself in.
Vanilla scented candles were burning everywhere when I walked through the door, in the foyer, in the kitchen on the counters and the island, and all over the living room where I finally spotted him. He looked so cute standing there with a shy smile before taking my hands into his and placing a kiss onto each one. When I tried to go for his lips he stopped me by placing his finger to mine and instructing my attention to the table he had set up behind him that had various covered plates and dishes on it. Curiosity getting the best of me, I took the cover off of one of the plates only to laugh at what I saw because it brought me back to a conversation that Justin and I had about my favorite meal just two days before. Staring me back in my face on one plate was a short stack of banana pancakes and when I uncovered the other, scrambled eggs with cheese on top, sausage links, and hashbrowns. Breakfast, no matter what time of day it is has always been my favorite meal. He had everything that I told him I would want on the table, but there was just one thing missing.
“The orange juice is in the fridge so that it would be nice and cold for you when you got here,” he said softly, reading my mind.
We laughed and he brought my hand to his lips once again before we sat down and got our grub on. I knew that he didn’t make all that food by himself because the last thing I saw Justin trying to make/cook was toast, which he burned. The food was delicious so I let him have the shining glory and decided to grill his mama about everything the next time I see her. By the time we finished eating, I was about ready to curl up next to him on the couch and pass out. But he told me that I wasn’t allowed to sleep yet because he had rented a bunch of my favorite movies, which were either Disney movies (I’m 20 going on six, sue me), romance or suspense flicks. I got through Double Jeopardy and part of Cinderella before I felt Justin carry me upstairs, undress me down to my t-shirt and panties, and tuck me in his bed. I tried to pull him in with me, but he told me to rest and that he’d be back to join me after he finished cleaning up. I wanted to wait up for him, give him the hugest kiss possible for such an amazing evening, tell him how much I loved him and possibly thank him in some other ways too, but my eyes wouldn’t stay open another minute before I finally drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of pouring rain this morning. I guess those thunder and lightening storms that we’re expecting finally arrived. I’ve always loved the sound of rain; just something about it is so peaceful and calming to me. The sound of Justin’s even breathing calms me too as I lay here watching him sleep. He’s even cute when he sleeps with his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks and his slightly parted lips. I love how even in his unconscious state he has his arm wrapped around me, holding me close as if he’s protecting me from something. I just love…him. It suddenly dawns on me that my moment”our moment is here and I don’t want it to slip away, so I press a tender kiss to his lips in hopes that he’ll wake up before pressing a few more. I press some to his cheeks before moving to his nose and that’s when I feel that protective arm begin to squeeze my waist. When I get to his eyelids and his forehead he lets out a soft hum and I begin to feel his fingertips stroke my back. I make my way back down to his lips when I’m finally met with his gorgeous blues and that dazzling smile.
He goes to speak, but I press my finger to his lips like he did to me the night before. I don’t want to talk, I just want to feel so I my eyes do the talking for me as my tender kisses become more passionate and urgent and I find my body on top of his. I know that he’s on my wavelength now when he instantly smoothes my t-shirt from my body before sitting up and pressing kisses to any piece of available skin he can find. I do the same while unconsciously rolling my hips into his, finding him hard and ready for me and making him groan out in pleasure due to the friction I’m causing between us. I just want my panties off and I don’t even get the complete thought out before I feel myself being placed on my back and my panties being slipped from my hips. I hiss when I feel the pads of his fingertips brush against my swollen G-spot and his thumb spread my wetness around my clit. My juices begin to flow out instantly against his beckoning fingers and I gasp as his warm mouth wraps around my nipple.
I’m going to lose my damn mind if I don’t feel him inside me soon, so I take matters into my own hands as I push his boxers down his hips and wrap my hand around his base. We both lose it for a quick second when I rub his glistening tip against my throbbing clit and I giggle at how he anxiously slaps my hand away before placing himself at my entrance. We slow down and take a second to breathe before he plants a kiss on my lips so sweet that it makes my heart skip a beat for the second time since I’ve been with him. I smile as our fingers intertwine and he mirrors it before I feel him slip inside.
Shit.
I could explode right now from the feelings that he’s making me feel; so complete, so overwhelmed, so…satisfied. I just want to scream out “finally”, but I don’t have to because he knows what this means to me; what this means for us. So I just let it all go and feel. I revel in the feeling of his fluid hips moving sensuously against mine, the way he softly caresses my thighs, and the wet kisses that leaves on my neck. And when he rolls us over so that I’m on top, I feel the tight grip he has as he guides my hips, the sheen of sweat that covers his chest, and how deep he is by the way that he hits my spot. I love the feeling of him softly pulling my hair, smacking and grabbing my ass, and how he rubs my clit while he gives it to me from the back. I can tell that he loves the feeling of my hips swiveling and rocking against his and the way that I squeeze him from the inside when I look back at him and ride him in reverse. As we end up in the same position that we started in I realize that I love the way he feels inside of me and that if I could, I would want to stay like this forever; tasting and nibbling at his lips and running my fingers through his soft buzz as he brings us closer to our climax.
That’s when I feel it, his fingers sneaking in between my thighs and nestling between my folds as those orgasmic waves shoot through my body so hard and so fast that goosebumps blanket my skin. My fingernails dig into the soft skin of his back as I shiver, shake, and squeeze him, forcing him to grab the sheets as he cums. I rock against him slowly as he rides out the rest of his waves, reveling in the new feeling of him coating me warm and wet. I smile because it’s a new feeling that I can’t wait to feel inside me over and over again.
Shit.
“Damn,” I hear him whisper against my skin.
Our eyes meet and his smile mirrors mine for the infinite time before we share a laugh that only two people who have just had mind-blowing sex could share because they can’t find the words to say anything else. Hell, I’m sweaty, sore, and trying to remember my full name right now after all that. But when he kisses me and goes to pull away, I quickly wrap my legs around his waist.
“Stay right here and don’t go anywhere else, ok?” I say softly against his lips.
“Ok.”
“And I wanna do this all day long, ok?”
He smiles, “Ok.”
“And I wanna do it in my favorite position, you know where you pull my hair and spank me from the back, ok?” I say as he slips out of me and I turn over onto all fours, wiggling my ass enticingly in his face.
He laughs before giving it a smack, “Ok.”
But when I feel him grip my hips and start to trace my opening, I turn around quickly and kiss him with as much passion I can emit before breaking away.
“I love you, ok?”
He nods with a knowing smile this time, “Ok.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Hey everyone, here is the conclusion of this short. I didn't mean to make it so sappy toward the end (haha), but I hope you all enjoy it anyway. Thank you all SO MUCH for reading and reviewing, I truly appreciate it. Until next time, enjoy your read and again, sorry if there are any errors! *hugs*
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