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  His free hand hooked around my leg, massaging my ass cheek, wanting to give me the whole sensual sampling of sexuality as he ate me.

  Steadily and faster he went, he was building me up. The heat inside me was becoming a roaring blaze by his hand, and I was singing his praises. Ever so often his fingers and tongue switched places, and he would suck up the liquids of my arousal. I was so damn hot for him though, that I was dripping again in no time flat.

  I tossed and turned on his bed, running my fingers over that beautiful head of his, urging him to keep doing what he was doing. So driven, so dedicated, I wasn’t going to last long. “Ian, damn… Ian, Iaaan!” I cried out as the orgasm hit me, washing over in a tidal wave, spreading so joyously through my body as he licked and sucked me, not stopping even as I called out.

  As I came through, I panted, smiling widely. “I could keep going if you want. I could eat your pussy all day, Dana.”

  Painful as it was, I shook my head and sat up. “I need to return the favor. Come on.”

  Sitting up as he sat down, I kissed him again, turning the table on him. It was my turn to show him just how much I wanted Ian. I ran my hand down his chest, so firm, so delectable, and kissed him right behind where my hand was. Down across his flat stomach and to his cock.

  Looking at it this close, it was actually kind of intimidating. It didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try earnestly to please him though. My fingers gently stroked him, going around. A little pet for his balls, and I heard the tiniest moan from him as I did so. My hand closed around him and began to jerk him a bit, bringing him closer my lips as I laid the tiniest peck on the head of his cock.

  I followed it up with small licks all around him, going up and down, letting him savor me, just as he wanted. Down to his balls, licking them slightly too, before taking them into my mouth. Another low groan for him, as my tongue played with one, sucking on it through the sack. If he had wanted me for so long, how heavy and full of seed were they going to be for me when he finally came? I imagined him exploding inside of me, and filling me to the brim. I was taking the pill, yes, but that wasn’t a perfect counter.

  Still, I wanted such a thing. My instincts were making one hell of an argument.

  Letting his ball slip out of my mouth, I ran my tongue up and under his cock, savoring the taste of his flesh. My Ian, this was the cock meant for me, I told myself. A rush of adrenaline pumped through my head, spurred further by him stroking my hair in approval of the job I was doing.

  I moistened his cock completely with my tongue, and was ready to take him deeper, no matter how impossible it seemed looking at his girth this close. Opening up, I kept jerking him as I started to take the head of his cock into my mouth, inch by inch. I was surprised how far down I got him, holding him tight as I licked him, sucked him. Soon, I started to bob my head up and down his cock, watching as Ian enjoyed my worship of his rod.

  His groans, his moans, he was so pleased with what I was doing, and I was loving each and every moment of it. I picked up the pace, bobbing on him, jerking him, wanting to make him cum just like he made me.

  A tiniest taste of precum, and I gobbled it up greedily. I was more than ready to take his full load if he would let me, but Ian suddenly got rough, pulling me away from his cock by my hair. “Woah, you’re too fucking good at this, Dana. I didn’t wait all this time to blow my load in your mouth. I have to have you. Fully.”

  I nodded in full agreement. “Fuck me, Ian. Please.”

  “There’s nothing I want more, Dana.”

  He helped to my feet, and shared another kiss with me. He didn’t give a damn that my mouth was just wrapped around his cock. It was me, and that’s all that mattered.

  We spun around, tumbling down and landing in his bed with him on top of me. His cock was rubbing against my thighs, and he never stopped kissing me. I reached down to grab his cock and guide it into me, and he did the same, our hands meeting. It brought a smile to both of our faces, the two of us so eager to have one another. His cock tickled my clit as we brought him into my slit, slowly, it engulfing him as he entered.

  “You ready for this, Dana?”

  I nodded enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted you to be my first.”

  Not suddenly, he pushed himself into me all the way. There was a littlest of stings down there as he filled me. That was it? I was surprised it wasn’t more, but I supposed when I wanted a guy this bad, the body adapts to not disappoint. I had given my virginity to the man who I had always loved, after all, and I wasn’t going to let that be a terrible experience.

  Still, he wasn’t going to take any risks that would hurt me. Ian cared. He was allowing my body to get used to having him buried inside of me, something that I was hoping would become a regular thing. His body was pressed tightly against mine, the friction of him rubbing against my tender breasts was a delight all in itself, but when he started to fuck me proper, it was something else entirely.

  A slow pace to start with, letting the ripples of delight roll through me. nudging my clit with every entrance. I cooed softly, and he did too. I ran my fingers down his back, grabbing his ass cheeks, pinching them, pushing them, urging him to pick up the pace.

  He obeyed. The ripples became waves, and everything was becoming stronger inside of me. “You’re so damn tight, Dana. It was like you were destined to be mine. You’re perfect.”

  Ian’s words stroked my ego as his cock stroked my insides, it was becoming so overwhelming to be so wanted, so needed, so loved as I was feeling right now.

  “More, Ian. More, please,” I said, moaning between my words. His rhythm intensified, and my ecstasy intensified as well. He was pounding me, the sounds of his balls smacking into me echoing through his room. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, wanting him deeper.

  Ian decided that fucking me like this wasn’t enough stimulation, and reached between the meeting of our flesh and rubbed my clit as he met, spiking me even higher in my climb toward orgasm. I was so inexperienced, so new to any sexual contact beyond my fingers, that I was already nearing orgasm when he didn’t even break a sweat.

  Nibbling on my fingers, I tossed and turned with him still in me, ready to explode from the rapid fucking and his deft manipulation of my nub. I fought it, but it was all too futile.

  “Ian, I love you,” I murmured as I hit my peak for the second time that night, screaming his name right after my statement. The explosion of bliss echoed through me, overwhelming me, so delectable and making me hunger for it again and again.

  Panting, he slowed down. “You look ridiculous when you cum, Dana.”

  I blushed.

  “I love it. I need to fuck you harder, though, I need to feel more of you.”

  “Absolutely.”

  Regretfully, he pulled out of me, and urged me to turn over. I did so, showing him my ass. He wasn’t interested in that though, still going to my pussy and using his fingers to keep the fire there burning. I hadn’t yet come down from my last orgasm, and he wasn’t going to let me rest completely as he guided his cock back to my slit, and pushed himself back in.

  Grabbing onto my hips, I did feel him push himself even deeper. His raw, naked cock was now going to the limit inside me, teasing where I should be worried about it going the most. I thought about saying something, an extra warning about my potential fertility. I didn’t want to do such a thing though. I didn’t want to do anything that would detract from what I was feeling, no matter the risk that I would be taking.

  Ian fucked me hard and fast, as I braced myself against the bed. My entire body swayed with him as he fucked me, my breasts bouncing back and forth as he did so. Every penetration shot a surge of delight through me, again and again, and was quickly building me back up. Harder, faster, I could hear him grunt and groan, him pushing himself toward orgasm faster than before.

  I was right there with him, mumbling his name, nibbling on my lip. It felt so damn good to be fucked like this. “I can’t believe how hot you are, Dana. You’re so damn amazi
ng. Every part of you, mind, body, and soul…”

  My smile couldn’t grow any wider. Even as we were escalating toward another orgasm, my thoughts were turning toward Ian’s pleasure instead of my own. He had already made me cum twice and he had yet to cum already. Even as I thrust my hips back into his penetrations, I was closer to coming again than he was. I wanted to show him I appreciated this and wanted him to feel as good as he was making me feel.

  I gripped the bedsheets as he fucked me, and I would be there in moments, but I stopped. “Let me ride you, Ian. I want to show you how much I want you.”

  His eyes wide, he nodded, rolling onto the bed with me, and I was right back on top of him, face to face. I shared another long and wonderful kiss with him as I reached down, found his cock, and guided it back toward my cunt. I sat back on him, letting him fill me with his girth once more. When I was certain that he was nice and firmly in, I grinded on his cock, letting my pussy tug at him and tease him, my own deviousness taking hold of me.

  Ian groaned blissfully as I started to ride him, dropping my weight onto his cock, letting my channel do its dirty deed. Up and down, it wasn’t just for him. The shocks that spread through my body on each meeting spurred me to go faster, go harder, and relish the power of his cock as it fed my lust for him even more.

  He got in on it too. Grabbing my breasts, and massaging them as I rode him, giving me another piece of the sensory pie that I was relishing before, they he slid down my body and put his hands firmly on my hips, helping me ride him, lifting me and driving me down onto his cock, making sure that we were both rising high toward that ultimate orgasm. As I rose toward the hat trick of climax, I kept an eye on Ian. I wanted to cum with him, right along with him, for us both to be a bit closer to heaven together.

  “Fuck, you really want this, don’t you, Dana?”

  “Uh huh,” I said, my head falling back as I relished every second of our tryst.

  “I’m getting close, fuck, you’re good Dana.”

  “Uh huh,” I said, non noncommittally, before letting out a long blissful moan.

  “Dana, you need to get off, let me pull out, oh fuck.”

  Ian’s words only drove me further. I wanted him. All of him. I didn’t care about anything like risk. I wanted it all, and I fucked him even harder as he warned me.

  “Goddamn,” he said, his teeth gritting.

  I was too close to stop. I was right there. I grabbed his hand, and brought it to my clit, encouraging him to rub it. He obeyed, massaging me, and pushing me even higher for him.

  Moments later, I cried out, my back arching back. I was there, bliss rushing through me once more, making my entire body shudder with pure orgasm. Everything was out of my control, everything tightening, even into my core, even my pussy. It closed around Ian, and pulled him in, jerking him, wanting him.

  It was too much for him. “Shit, I’m – I’m,” he said, right as his cock began to pulse inside of me. I felt the seed rush out of his balls and toward his cock, and the hot cream exploding out of him, burst after burst of sweetness that was filling me entirely. All I could do was smile, enjoying that this was the perfect finish, and one that I would relish and desire so much more.

  Feeling his cream swish inside me, ooze around his cock. It should have disgusted me, made me worried. I couldn’t imagine not feeling this, and wondered if I had spoiled myself from ever enjoying being fucked if Ian was wearing a condom.

  My body went limp on top of him, and his arms crossed around me. We shared another kiss, deep and passionate. “Why did you do that?”

  “I wanted all of you. All of you, Ian.”

  “You know what can happen.”

  “I do. I don’t care.”

  He stared at me like I was insane.

  I broke out in laughter. “I’ve been on birth control ever since I got into college. My dad insisted on it. He didn’t believe me when I said I was a virgin still.”

  “I barely believe you, either.”

  “Didn’t matter. He really didn’t want me to waste my college years randomly getting pregnant because some idiot didn’t want to wear a rubber, and would pull some shit like slip it off mid-coitus.” I shrugged. “He said he knew all the tricks from his friends when he was back in college.”

  “I always knew your father was awesome. Didn’t think he was that progressive too.” All he could do was laugh. “We’ve been best friends for over a decade. I’ve been in love with you for half of that time. Even if I did knock you up, I wouldn’t leave you. I’m not going to leave you for anything.”

  “Good. Cause I want you to fuck me like that again and again.”

  Sharing a giggle, he slid out of me, and cradled me in his arms for a time. After all this time, I finally had what I wanted. I looked into Ian’s eyes. “How long have you loved me?”

  “I don’t know. Since before I even hit puberty?”

  “I could say the same,” I replied. “Why didn’t you ever make a move?”

  “I was the fat kid. I didn’t think you’d like me like that, Dana. Once I wasn’t the fat kid, I thought you’d let me know yourself if your opinion changed.”

  “I didn’t do anything because I thought you would do something if you liked me as more than a friend.”

  “So we’re both two stubborn idiots who were oblivious to the others feelings?” He laughed. “God, how stupid would it have been if I didn’t realize you felt this way yesterday?”

  “No point dwelling in the past, Ian. All I know is we have a lot of time to make up for.”

  “We do. Gotta fuck you extra hard to make up for it.”

  “I’d like that,” I said, running a hand down his chest.

  “For now, though,” he began, as he slid off the bed and stood up. “We have to study for your anthropology test.”

  I stared at him, blinking.

  “Don’t look at me like that. I got an hour I think I can resist fucking you again for. We need to get some cramming in.”

  “I could go again right now,” I said, deviously, running my hand down to my cunt. I laughed at my mind’s use of the word, remembering how fervently he used to defend me. Of course he loved me even then. What kind of crazy person stares down a bully without at least some level of passion for who he defends?

  I watched his cock twitch and tremble at the thought of me swelling up from his filthy deeds.

  He was on top of me again soon after, kissing me, massaging me. “I’ll fuck you again, Dana, but seriously, we’re studying after this. I meant it when I said you passing that exam was a point of pride for me.”

  As he thrust his cock back inside me, my mind was consumed with the many ways he could inspire me to study hard.

  With everything that had happened, I thought that from that point I would know nothing but love. Nothing would threaten the bonds we had.

  Or so I thought.

  I wasn’t lying when I said his infatuation for me was hard to believe. Doubts lingered, but in that moment, I pushed them away.

  For now, I was convinced that Ian was mine. I was going to enjoy every single second of that feeling.

  Chapter Seven

  The night was long. It was also exhausting. We managed to get a good deal of studying in, but with our recent revelation and the fact that we had years of pent up lust for one another now coming out, when the morning came, I was dead tired.

  Luckily, the makeup exam was in the afternoon this time, and my schedule was mostly clear. Sleep was now my schedule, and I made sure that my phone had a proper alarm to go off this time.

  Still, through the morning, or night, or whatever it was, I was having my naked body wrapped in Ian’s arms. It felt so sweet, so wonderful to finally have him after all of this time. I wished he could have been mine years before. It would have made high school a lot more interesting, really.

  Soon though, I was rested. I was awake. I had two hours before the exam was to come, the afternoon sun searing my eyes open.

  What finally fully awoke
me though, was something I just didn’t expect.

  “Who the fuck is this bitch?”

  A voice, loud and undeniably feminine, echoed through the room. The blanket that had been covering both me and Ian was suddenly ripped off, and brought us screaming back into the world of the awakened.

  I rushed to cover myself and try to get some understanding of my surroundings.

  It was that girl. That brown haired girl with the smile from merely days before.

  “Geri, what the fuck are you doing here?”

  She threw a plastic glass at him, and Ian was swift enough to deflect it with his arm. “What the fuck are you doing here? You ghost me for two fucking days, Ian, and you expect me to explain why I show up in your room to find you?”

  I looked at both of them, back and forth.

  “Geri, seriously, why are you in my room?”

  “Who are you?” I asked, meekly.

  “I’m Ian’s girlfriend, thank you very much.”

  Ian stared at her. I stared at Ian.

  “Ian’s my beau. Why are you in his room naked, you slut?”

  “Slut?” I mouthed.

  “Geri, seriously, why are you in my room?” Ian repeated.

  “You locked me out, silly. I had to get the janitor to leave me in. Told him I locked my keys in here.”

  “Geri, you have no right to be in here.”

  “That’s not how you talk to the woman you love.”

  Ian blinked, and tried to say a bunch of words, but nothing was coming out.

  “She’s your girlfriend, Ian?” I said, still staring at him.

  “Yes I am. Please show your skanky ass out of my boyfriend’s room, so I may be with him properly.”

  “You are not my girlfriend,” Ian replied, silently seething.

  “What are you talking about? We made love so sweetly last Saturday.”

  It was Friday now, and I looked up at the clock, trying to juggle what was happening with the coming pressure of my test. “You fucked her,” I said, without any intonation.