Stroked Hard

  Timidly, her hands find the hem of my shirt and slip under the fabric, touching my skin that seems to be burning up all of a sudden. I suck in a breath when her fingers graze along the waistline of my boxer briefs.

  “Melony,” I suck in hard. “What are you doing?”

  Uncertainty is clear in her eyes as she says, “I need this. Please just give me this, make me feel wanted.”

  Well, fuck, that’s not a problem at all. I’ve wanted her from the moment I met her. I’ve dreamt of her asking me for what she’s asking me right now. I’ve thought of all the ways I could worship her body, of the ways I could make her scream my name.

  But it doesn’t seem appropriate right now. I don’t want her to have sex with me because she’s trying to fill an empty hole in her heart.

  “Baby, I don’t—”

  “Please.” Her eyes . . . they’re somehow shining up at me, begging me to make the pain go away.

  Fuck. Me.

  I can’t say no to that look. There is no way in fuck I cannot give her what she wants, especially when she’s looking at me like that.

  I take a deep breath. If I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it slow and show her how special she really is.

  Sitting back, I reach over my head and grab the back of my shirt. Slowly, I pull it over my head and watch Melony’s eyes morph from sorrow to lust. I pull my shirt off my arms and toss it to the side, her eyes trained on my abs the whole time. Moving my hands down my stomach, I reach the button of my jeans and undo it along with the zipper, but I leave my pants on. She can take them off for me when she’s ready.

  I straddle her legs, and lean forward. More than anything I want to strip her down, take in every naked inch of her, but this is going to be slow, and well thought out. I don’t want to rush anything.

  Lowering to my elbows, I encase her face and brush her hair away along with any excess moisture from her tears. My thumbs caress her cheek softly, letting her feel my touch and the loving energy coming from me.

  “You’re so beautiful, Melony. You take my fucking breath away every time you enter the room.”

  Her eyes water and I take that as a good sign.

  I close the distance between us and gently press my lips against hers, kissing her gently with only my lips, never going deeper, just exploring, reveling in how soft she is. Her tongue runs along my lips, wanting more, but I keep it simple. I’m attempting to reach back to the basics and let her feel the connection between two souls.

  I can tell my pace is too slow for her by the way her hips move against mine, by the way her tongue searches for more, and by the way her hands explore my body. Even though I’m going slow, my dick doesn’t seem to be getting the message because just from Melony’s minor exploration, I’m rock hard and I know she can feel my erection by the way she’s moving her hips against mine.

  But I have fucking willpower and will focus on one thing and one thing alone: her lips. I caress them with mine, lightly nibbling every once in a while, making out with her like I’m back in grade school. The simple act of a kiss is important; it helps you convey the emotions running through you. And I love kissing her.

  Anyone can fuck someone senseless, but to kiss another human being with passion, that takes finesse, it takes patience and self-control. It takes selflessness.

  Moaning, she moves her hands up my stomach to my pecs where she presses into them, her thumbs running over my nipples.

  Oh fucking hell that feels good. She’s tempting me, and hell, I can’t help it, I give in a little by opening my mouth and allowing her access. Her tongue darts past my lips and seeks out mine, tangling them erotically together. Her pace is relentless, needy, a stark contrast to mine, but I hold steady as she massages my fucking nipples and attacks me with her tongue.

  Fuck, she feels so perfect, so good. Everything she’s doing is feeling so damn . . .

  “Fuuuck,” I moan, my head pulling away as she pinches my right nipple between her index finger and thumb. Oh fuck me, my dick just knocked on my zipper, begging to be freed. “Baby,” I say on a heavy breath. “You have to slow . . . oh fuck,” I say again as she pinches my other nipple a jolt of electricity running straight to my already throbbing cock.

  Shit, when did I become a nipple man? At this rate I’ll be coming in my pants with two more squeezes. Needing to bring this girl back to my level, I lean back, grip her hands and bring them above her head where I secure them, but that doesn’t stop her hips from rubbing against mine.

  “You’re so hard,” she says breathlessly, her hips moving faster against mine. Her legs spreading so I’m no longer straddling her but she’s encasing me with her legs, which wrap around my back. Her heat presses directly against my hardened length. The friction she creates is almost unbearable between the clothing we’re wearing. What the fuck would it feel like if we were naked?

  Pure, unadulterated heaven. That’s my fucking guess.

  Needing to slow her down, one hand pins her wrists over her head and I move the other to steady her hips, pressing them down in the mattress, away from my ready-to-burst cock.

  The lack of friction causes me physical pain. I was so close. She worked me so fucking good that I was on the verge of coming in my pants.

  Taking a few seconds, I catch my breath and will my cock to hang in there. Talk about fucking edging; this is edging at its finest, except where I would be the one doing the teasing, she somehow got the upper hand on me.

  Slowing our pace, I go back to exploring her mouth. Her back arches up, which presses her pebbled nipples into my chest. I can feel them slightly rub against my bare chest through her clothing. I need to feel them, to see them. I want to suck on them and drive her crazy like she just did to me.

  But, I spend a little extra time on her mouth, diving my tongue in and out, listening intently to the sounds she makes with each move I make, committing it to memory so next time, I know what she really likes.

  Sweat slicks my skin from the heat we’re generating, our bodies igniting together with each touch, each little thrust. I move my mouth from her lips to her jaw where I nibble along the strong bone, down her neck where I kiss her, loving the way her skin feels against my lips. She’s so fucking soft everywhere. It makes me wonder how soft her breasts are, how they will feel in my mouth. What about her pussy? Fuck, I bet she tastes good.

  Feeling way too eager, I decide to cave and move down her neck some more to her collarbone. Her back arches some more, her breasts pressing hard against me.

  “Hollis, take my shirt off,” she demands on a whisper.

  Fuck me if I can hold out any longer, I need a glimpse. I want my tongue on her nipples; I want to soak up every last inch of her.

  Pushing up off the mattress, I look down at her, my erection pressing against the zipper of my jeans, my bulge quite obvious and by the look in Melony’s eyes, she appreciates the view, sending pure male pride through me.

  She keeps her hands above her head, ready for me to take her shirt off. Before I completely remove anything, I decide to do a little blind exploring. I run my right hand under her shirt, palming her stomach, rubbing my thumb against her belly button. My touch causes her to wiggle below me and her breath to hitch.

  “Are you wet for me, baby?”

  She bites her bottom lip and nods her head. “So wet, Hollis.”

  “If I checked, would you be lying?”

  She shakes her head, “No, but by all means, please check.”

  I smile down at her. “Nice fucking try. I will take your word for it, sweetheart.”

  I run my hand up the rest of her stomach until my fingers connect with the front of her bra where I feel a clasp. Raising an eyebrow at her, I ask, “Front clasp?”

  “Do you know how to work them?” she asks back with a little sass. Fucking hell, there’s my girl.

  I don’t answer, instead I show her. With a flick of my fingers, her bra pops open. I plant my hand that’s not under her shirt firmly on the mattress next to her and
lean forward. On a deep breath, I push one of the cups to the side, grazing her hardened nipple with the palm of my hand. She lightly moans and raises her breast into my hand, trying to get me to cup her more, but I resist and remove the cup on the other side, repeating the process.

  “It’s strapless,” she says, letting me know I can remove it completely, which I do right away. She lifts her back so I can easily pull it out from under her and toss it to the side. When I look back down at her, the thin fabric of her shirt clings to her breasts in the most perfect of ways. Shit.

  With my hand still under her shirt, I glide my palm over one of her breasts, reveling in the way her nipple feels. She’s got to be no bigger than a B-cup. Just a little handful but the perfect handful. I squeeze, applying just enough pressure and letting her nipple slip between my fingers. She moans as I draw my fingers together, pinching her nipple while squeezing her breast at the same time.

  “Yes, more, Hollis.”

  I move to her other breast, this time not taking my time but emulating what I just did, but harder, with more force. I continue the process moving back and forth, driving Melony to the brink. Her hips are thrusting toward mine, and her body wiggles for other form of contact. All I give her are light kisses on her lips.

  “Damn it, Hollis,” she swears, pulling her mouth away from me. “Please stop torturing me.”

  “I’m not torturing, baby. I’m worshipping.”

  “Well, worship faster. I’m so fucking ready for your cock.”

  Holy fucking hell. We’ve got a dirty talker. Yup, my dick is prying my zipper apart right about now.

  “You want my cock, baby?”

  Reaching between us, she plants her palm against my bulge and squeezes, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from me. “Fuck, don’t do that again.” She squeezes and I still her hand. “Melony, I’m not fucking kidding. Don’t do that again.” I’m on the verge of blowing my load in my jeans, one more caress and I’m done. My dick is so hard. It’s been too damn long and the fantasies I’ve had of this moment have only added to the buildup.

  “Then fuck me, Hollis.”

  Knowing I’m not going to last any longer, I pull her shirt off and finally catch a glimpse of those beautiful breasts I’ve been dying to see. Shit, they are perfect. Little pink nipples, pebbled and hard, ready for my lips.

  Wanting her completely naked, I work her shorts off her little frame only to reveal nothing underneath. My head shoots up to a smirking Melony. “Commando?”

  “More often than not.” She winks.

  Fuck, I’m in heaven. Especially since her pussy is glistening. She is so wet. It’s such a fucking turn-on to know that from a few simple touches and kisses, I can have this woman so turned on that she’s willing and ready to spread her legs for me.

  “You’re fucking hot, baby,” I mutter as I lower my head down to her breasts. “Grab on to your headboard and don’t let go until I tell you to, got it?” I lick her nipple just to let her know I’m serious.

  “Yes,” she moans just as I take her breast into my mouth and suck hard. She lifts off the bed, a cry coming from those pouty pink lips of hers.

  Nibbling, I make work of the hardened nub, working it in between my teeth, lapping it up with my tongue, assaulting it in every way possible until she’s practically crying beneath me.

  “Oh God, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

  Pulling away, I gently kiss the tip of her breast and then work my way own her stomach. “If you’re coming, you’re going to come on my tongue first.”

  As if on command, her legs drop open and she sighs. I work my way down to her pubic bone. She’s completely bare, giving me a pristine view of her cunt. My mouth waters just from the sight of it. Please God, let her get off quick because my dick needs relief, it needs to be in this sweet little pussy.

  I kiss around her pubic bone, down her leg and back up. She writhes and begs beneath me, impatient with my pace.

  To me, the sexiest sight in the world is a woman right before she’s about to be eaten out, right before you place your tongue on her clit because she knows the pleasure that’s coming; she knows what she’s about to endure, so to see the look of pre-ecstasy floating in her eyes—fucking come-worthy.

  She’s right there, giving me the most gorgeous view, so in return, I give her what she wants. I lick her very softly at first, little flicks along her clit. Tiny mews of pleasure drip out of her mouth like sweet molasses. I soak up every sound and time my licks with them, slowly pressing harder and harder and harder until, I flatten my tongue completely against her pussy and press hard, licking her entire core. Deep thrust after deep thrust, I never let up until she’s coming on my tongue, her heels digging into my back, and the beautiful sound of my name coming from her mouth. Her taste? Heaven.

  Mine.

  “Yes, Hollis, oh God, yes!” My long, languid strokes turn into short quick flicks, making her shoot off the bed again, another orgasm coursing through her. The feel of her hand buried in my head, pulling on my longer strands has me practically shooting my load in my pants but I hold off, thinking of anything but the fucking sexy woman in front of me.

  Not able to control it any longer, I sit up and ask, “Please fucking tell me you have a condom.”

  “Night . . . stand,” she says in between breaths.

  Like a bolt of lightning, I open her nightstand, find a condom, and strip down. The minute I release my cock from its confines, relief surges through me. Through heady filled eyes, Melony observes my movements, watching carefully as I sheath my cock, the whole time her mouth parted in an O shape.

  “You okay, baby?” I ask, wondering what’s going through her head.

  “Yeah,” she says, still staring at my cock.

  “You sure, because you look a little intimidated.”

  Her cheeks blush from my comment. “You’re bigger than I expected.”

  “Don’t let the Speedo fool you, sweetheart. Remember what I said?”

  She nods and whispers, “Dude has cock.”

  I laugh, a deep rumble springing from my chest. “That’s right.” I stroke my hardened length as she stares at me, the friction building up to the tip where I squeeze, torturing myself. “Are you ready for this, baby? Please say yes.”

  “Yes.” She nods, spreading her legs once again.

  How the fuck did I ever get so lucky to be in this position?

  Persistence for the most part; that and being honest as hell.

  I climb on the bed and lift Melony’s legs so they hang on my shoulders, her ass lifted in the air.

  “Oh,” she says on a breath.

  “Everything okay?” Fuck, please let it be okay. There is no turning back from here for me. Well, there is but it involves a pretty thorough jack-off session followed by a freezing cold shower. Two things I really don’t want.

  “Yeah, I’ve never done it like this before.” Shit, she’s adorable, the way she looks so unsure.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. You tell me when you want more.”

  I take her nod as the go signal and press the tip of my cock to her entrance. She’s so damn wet that I slide right in, inch by inch. She arches her back and clenches her jaw shut. Fuck, she’s tight.

  “Okay?” I ask. Can’t get any other words out.

  She nods so I continue while biting my cheek, trying not to go too fast, but it’s as if her pussy has some kind of suction because I slide in faster than I want. She’s so fucking warm, so perfect, like she was made for me.

  “Jesus, I’m not going to last long.”

  She starts to move her hips a little, clenching my cock and driving me crazy. I grab hold of her hips and start moving in and out of her.

  “Oh God. You’re so . . . deep.” She gasps with my next thrust. It’s slow but when I get to the end, I swivel her hips. “You’re . . .” She pauses, her breath escaping her. “Oh yes, Hollis!” she calls out with another thrust. “It’s never been . . .” She gasps. Why she’s trying to talk,
I have no fucking clue. “That’s a new spot.”

  She clenches around me again, her hot heat starting to fucking milk me in all the right ways.

  “Shit,” I mutter, my hips stilling so I can steady myself. Slow, Hollis. Take it fucking slow. But the throbbing in my cock is almost unbearable. I need release so damn bad.

  She needs it slow.

  Readjusting my grip, I start to slowly move in and out again as her ankles dig into my shoulders. From my view, her breasts sway with our movement, her lips part with each hilt of my thrust, and her eyes glaze over with absolute pleasure. It’s a sexy as fuck view on my end, one I’m memorizing for a lifetime.

  “More,” she calls out. “Fuck me more, Hollis.”

  “Faster?” I ask between clenched teeth.

  “God. Yes.”

  That’s all it takes, I let loose. I know I promised it would be slow, but fuck, I’m human, I need to give in to temptation, the feeling coursing through me, so I pound into her relentlessly. I never pictured Melony as a vocal girl in the bedroom, but shit, I’m sure as hell making her scream and I love every second of it.

  “Yes, fuck yes, Hollis. Oh God, I’m going to come.”

  “Hold off, baby. Not yet.”

  “I can’t,” she cries.

  Wanting to edge her just a little, I pull out. My cock is flipping me off, ready to detach itself from my body and finish fucking her but I don’t care, I wait for her.

  A flash of what the hell is going on? rushes through her eyes. She sits up on her elbows, letting go of the headboard. “Why did you stop?”

  I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I want her to know how much I worship every inch of her body.

  Instead of answering, I bend down, her ankles still on my shoulders and lift her hips higher until they are near my mouth, I spread her lips and suck her clit into my mouth . . . once again. Her response . . . a plethora of swear words followed by incoherent screams as I continue to suck and lick her pussy.

  Glancing up, I see tears streaming from her face as she rolls her head back and forth, fucks flying from her mouth, her legs pressing hard into me as she writhes on my tongue.