Wish

Soft yellow light fills the room with warmth and ambiance. It warms the gaze from his dark brown eyes as his lips hover over mine and his fingers pulse inside me. 

He's teasing me. 

He's watching me. 

He loves the sound of my voice, thick like golden honey, begging him for more. 

His teeth graze my neck, and his hand caresses my back, his fingers toying with my bra band. His soft, full lips move their way up to my ear as he whispers, "we need to take this off." I moan in agreement as he lifts me into our new position. 

Suddenly, I am straddling his hips in his lap. The way he tastes makes warmth bloom in my stomach, and his hands have left me soaking wet. He manages to unclasp my bra with ease and cups my breast as I shrug it off. He pulls his lips away from my neck and looks me dead in the eyes as he takes one round brown nipple between his teeth while his calloused fingers roll the other between their tips. I arch my back and moan softly, offering myself to him. I want him to taste every inch of me. My body is begging him to devour me.

His lips move from one breast to the other as his rough hands move down to squeeze my ass. My arms entwine behind his neck. I pull him closer to me—we're as close as we can physically get, but it still doesn't feel close enough.

"I've waited two years for you," he says as he kisses up the valley of my breast, both hands caressing my ass cheeks over his growing erection. I move my lips to his neck. I can still smell the cologne he wore on his shift earlier, notes of orange, sage, musk, and cedarwood. It makes my mouth water.  

"Well..." I kiss over the rough stubble on his neck up along his jaw covered in a thick, jet black beard, then reuniting our lips. I snake my tongue into his mouth. He indulges me as his arms circle my waist. He squeezes me in his embrace, pressing our bodies together. I feel tiny in his arms. It's a feeling that is oddly satisfying. I break the kiss and gently bite on his bottom lip, "now that you have me..." I bring my lips to his ear as my fingertips glide down his chest, through thick hair, and over acne scars, "I'll let you do whatever you want to me." He immediately lets out a deep groan, and as I tug his ear lobe softly with my teeth, I feel him harden beneath me. "You little devil." I pull away grinning at him, "Only for you." 

I sound playful, but I am serious. Our relationship is...complicated. We’re best friends, and now we’re about to be lovers—I don’t want anyone else to have me, not this way. I’ve seen all the ugliest parts of him, and I’ve fallen in love with every last fault he thinks he has.

He has no clue that this is so much more than just sex for me; he is not a casual hookup. He doesn’t know that my heart literally jumps when he looks at me, that he plays the lead role in the fantasies I create to put myself to sleep—and I can’t tell him. I can’t risk our friendship that’s blooming into benefits, even though I wish this was the thing that would seal the deal. The thing to take us from friends to a full relationship.

Two years of sexual tension has been too much to bear. The side glances, the soft touches, the fantasies. Now we’re in his bed. Blue plaid sheets pulled back. “Wait,” I whisper. He pulls his lips away from my neck and grazes his fingertips along my spine all the way up to the nape of my neck where his fingers twirl my dark soft baby hairs. My fingers toy with the thick silver chain around his neck as I bring my eyes to his, “We need to establish some ground rules.” 

I know what this is, it’s a defense mechanism. I am putting up some bumpers to safeguard my heart. “Okay,” he says as his arms find their way around my waist again. I lean into him pressing my bare chest against his skin, resting my head on his shoulder. He’s so warm I can feel myself melting right into him like butter in a hot pan. “As long as you're doing this with me… I don’t want you to be doing it with anyone else.” I wrap my arms around him and he cradles me in his. He plants a soft kiss on my cheek and I can feel my blush blooming. 

“I promise you, you’ll be the only one.” 

“Okay…” I say, as I try to gather up the courage to voice my last request. I sit up in his lap running my fingers through the dark curly hairs that cover his arms, “if either one of us starts to catch feelings for the other we have to be honest about it. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” He smiles at me and raises his pinky in the space between us. “Promise,” he says as our pinkies intertwine. 

His hands caress my thighs. They wind their way over the curves of my hips and waist. "How are you so soft?" he asks as his hands move up to cup my face. His fingertips graze my glossy lips. "Cocoa butter," I reply with a giggle as he leans in for a kiss and turns us over, laying me on my back. He kisses my neck as he massages my breasts, two perfect handfuls for him to knead. His fingers follow his lips down my belly to my soaking wet sex. He looks up at me with his big brown eyes as he slips off my white ribbed thong and throws it on the floor behind him. He spreads my legs with one gentle tug. "Fuck, your pussy is as pretty as you are," he says before licking my slit and probing his tongue between my lips.

He positions me so that my legs are over his shoulders as he kneels before me. With two fingers inside me, he kisses her as passionately as he kisses me, wet and sloppy in all the best ways. He eats me until my legs start to shake, and even then he keeps going, letting me ride out my high, grinding against his lips. 

He crawls on top of me again. I am breathless underneath him, still recovering from the way he's just blown my mind. "Are you sure that you're ready for this?" He asks, hovering over me once again, gazing at me from above like the god that I've made him out to be. I've never wanted anyone more than I want him right now.

My eyes meet his as I gently nod at him, absolutely yes. "Just be gentle," I say, as he leans in for another kiss. He rolls off of me and opens his bedside table. Why do guys always keep their condoms in their sock draw? He pulls out a silver packet and rips it open in one swift pull with his teeth. I've never seen him fully undressed. I can't take my eyes off of it as he glides condom down his shaft. I am aching for him in the most delicious way. 

He climbs back into bed, sitting up against a pile of pillows, "come here, you're going to ride me." I feel all the blood rush to my cheeks. Isn't this a little ambitious for my first time? Shouldn't we keep the training wheels on just a little longer? I climb into his lap, straddling him once again. He guides me down his shaft as the head of his cock pulses inside me. 

"Slowly, it might hurt," he says, one hand on my hip and the other cupping my face. I have my eyes squeezed shut, half out of fear and half out of embarrassment, but I can feel his eyes on me as he gently grazes his fingertips over my hip bone. I slide on to him slowly, feeling myself stretch around him. I lean my head back as a moan rises from my belly, deep and breathy all at once. I can't control the sounds I am making. I've never made this sound before.

He places both hands on my hips and guides me until I find my pace grinding against him. I bury my face in his neck and he cradles me there for a while as I begin to bounce up and down on him. His hands trace the knots of my spine before they make their way to the nape of my neck, "I want you to look at me," he says, calling me out of the little cave I've found between his shoulder and his neck. I press my forehead to his and we lock eyes as he sends a powerful thrust inside of me and I moan into his mouth with a deep kiss. 

"Let's get you on all fours." I do what he says, pressing my chest to the bed and arching my back. The snowy January air comes through the window and raises goosebumps over my skin. "I could look at you like this all day," he says as he gently enters me. I bite my lip and let out a soft moan. His hands have a strong grip on my hips and he rocks them back and forth on his shaft. I feel myself getting even wetter with each thrust and my fingers fist the bed sheets as he picks up the pace, our bodies clapping against each other. Suddenly the cold air is refreshing, I welcome it in and feel my lungs swell with a mix of the fabric softener from his bedsheets and snowy winter air.

My moans feel like they're out of control, too wild, too loud. But I can't stop, with each thrust he's sending me deeper and deeper into my cave of wonders, closer and closer to the ultimate treasure. I feel myself inching closer and closer to release, and so I tell him in between breathy moans, "I am going to cum..." and to my surprise he doesn’t tell me to wait, he replies, "Oh my god yes, cum on me," and I do. I feel myself contract around him, almost like my sex is trying to suck him off, desperate for his cum. I hear him softly groaning behind me, picking up speed as his fingers dig deeper into the flesh of my hips. And just like that, the genie's out the bottle.

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