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“Your parents aren’t here, are they?”
“Nah.
We’re all alone until tonight.” I wiggle away and lean up, grabbing the box from the table.
“Perfect, then you can open your gift.” I place it on his lap.
“You already got me a Christmas gift.”
“This isn’t for Christmas …” He eyes me, and then he slowly unwraps the paper from the box, tossing it onto the table before he lifts the top to peek inside.
“Do you want to explain this?” he asks, smiling.
“It’s simple really …” I play with the tassels on the end of the blanket.
“There’s something else I wanted to give you aside from my virginity.” He lifts the present out of the box, the bottle of lube now resting in his palm.
“Your ass?” I nod.
“It’s the only part of me you haven’t had.”
“Get over here,” he growls, and I giggle as his hands surround me, lifting me onto his lap where his mouth devours mine.
“Before you get too carried away, let’s go take a showerI think we could both use oneand then have some fun.”
“You want to use the lube now?” I lick across my bottom lip, something that drives him nuts.
“Unless you have a better idea …”
“My hangover is suddenly gone,” he jokes, and he rises from the couch, leading me upstairs to his room, and into his own private bathroom.
He turns on the water and while we wait for it to warm, we strip off our clothes.
When we’re both standing naked in front of each other, he pulls out the tie that’s holding my hair in a ponytail.
“Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” His stare is like fire as it moves across my tits and down my stomach to the spot between my legs.
It scorches me in a way where I’m instantly wet.
His words do the same.
Sometimes, so simple, but they hit the hardest.
I can feel them deeper than my chest.
Deeper than my heart.
It’s like they live inside me.
He backs me up into the shower, the heavy, hot stream running over the top of my head, soaking my hair and body.
Easton lathers his hands in soapy bubbles and rubs them across my breasts.
“Mmm,” I moan, my head falling back, the water now beating on my face.
“That feels so good.” He goes lower, covering my stomach and hips, pausing when he reaches my clit.
He circles the top, adding pressure and I can’t breathe without a moan coming out of my lips.
“Easton …” His mouth is on my neck, the whiskers that had grown overnight, tickling my skin.
He feels amazing and I have a hard time staying in the moment and not getting lost in the pleasure.
I reach for the bottle of body wash and squirt some in my hands, running the silky soap over his shoulders and down his chiseled chest, my fingers falling into the grooves of his abs before I fist him.
He’s so hard.
He rocks his hips forward the moment I surround him and I pump my fist up and down along his length.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses.
I gasp as his finger enters me, the water only adding to the sensations that are already pulsing, his thumb circling the top of me.
“Oh God.” The combination is making my back arch, it’s making my legs numb.
I can feel a build and it’s taking over, and I don’t know if my feet are going to hold me.
“Easton, yes!” He needs to feel what I’m feeling, so I tighten my grip and stroke him even faster, twisting my wrist as I reach his crown, running my thumb over the center of his tip.
“Harper,” he breaths, taking my bottom lip into his mouth, gnawing his teeth into it.
I’m drowning in Easton and the tingles that are shooting through my lower stomach.
When I know I can’t hold on any longer, a blast explodes through me, and I begin to shudder.
He grabs me with his free arm, taking my weight, while grinding out my orgasm with his other hand.
And when I can’t focus on anything but the flames that are licking through me, I release his dick, and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
I just need to hold onto him, to all of this.
I finally start to still and catch my breath, and that’s when I hear,
“It’s time to use my present.”
Easton
I wrap Harper in a towel and tie one around my waist.
I bring her into my bedroom, setting her on top of my bed, a hell of a surprise waiting for me in that bottle on my nightstand.
I certainly didn’t expect to find lube in that box.
For Harper to give me her ass, the same way she gave me her virginity.
But it just shows how much she loves me.
And I’m silent promising her that I’m going to do everything I can to make sure this moment is painless and unforgettable.
I pull the towel from her body, dropping my own onto the floor, and I reach for the bottle.
I kiss over the tops of her tits, taking each of her nipples into my mouth.
Sucking, biting the ends, before I make my way down to her stomach, stopping at her pussy.
I spread her legs, positioning myself between them, and squirt some of the cold jelly onto my fingers.
I rub it across my skin, making sure both fingers are covered, and while my tongue goes to her clit, my fingers go to her ass.
“Ahhh,” she breathes.
“Oh God.” I lick, concentrating on the top, and at the same time, I circle her ass.
I make sure the edges are prepped before I gradually dip a finger inside.
“Easton,” she moans.
Fuck, she’s tight.
I can only imagine how this is going to feel on my dick.
I groan at the thought and as my finger moves inside her, I go slow, taking my time to stretch her, adding a second finger when I feel she’s ready.
I give her more pressure, more speed, wanting to make sure she can handle it before she gets my cock.
She’s taking everything I give her.
Moaning.
Rocking against my mouth in a way where I know this feels incredible for her.
When she feels worked up enough, I squirt more lube over my whole shaft, ensuring there’s a thick layer across my crown, and I aim my tip at her ass.
I frame her face with my hands, locking my eyes with hers.
“This is going to hurt a little,” I warn.
“I know.”
“I’m going to go slow.
I need you to tell me if you want me to stop.” She nods.
“Okay.” I shift my hips upward, the tip sliding in, her breathing instantly changing.
“Is it too much?”
“I’m all right.” But I can see the pain in her eyes.
“I’m going to stop”
“No.” She kisses me.
“I want this.” I force myself to move even slower, going in a tiny bit more, her tightness taking a hold of me.
Fuck me, if I thought her pussy was snug, her ass is a like a lock, and I know I’m going to have a hard time lasting.
“Once I’m all the way in, it’ll feel better,” I promise.
The pain has moved into her lips, and I devour them, hoping to take her mind off it, gradually working in deeper.
I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her emotion in every one of her breaths.
“There,” I say, now still.
“You have all of me.” I know it’s going to take some time for her to get used to me, my size, this new foreign feeling.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Ready,” she says after several seconds.
“It’s not going to feel any better at first, but you’ll soon get used to it, and then it’ll start to feel really good.” I reach down, rubbing my thumb over her clit.
“Especially as I do this.”
“Mmm,” she moans.
Still moving as carefully as I can, I slide out to my tip and work my way back, the tightness not letting up at all, the wetness coating me.
“Fuck me, Harper.” I repeat the same motion several times, using the identical speed, and I finally notice a change.
The pain is dissolving from her eyes, it’s left her face, and each thrust is sending soft, sweet moans from her mouth.
“Fuck,” I roar, kissing her, needing her taste on my tongue.
She begins to move with me, her legs not just spread, but circled around me, her hands clutching my shoulders.
“Easton,” she cries, her neck leaned back, giving me the chance to kiss it.
“This feels …” She swallows and I kiss across her throat.
“So good.” My thumb is still on her clit, and I pick up speed, feeling the tightening in my balls, that incredible build up not far behind.
I don’t want to flip her around and change positions, having to put her through the feeling of spreading again, so I lift her legs onto my shoulders, giving me the most perfect view of her pussy, and I drive into her.
Flicking her clit with my thumb, giving her nipples quick pinches, watching the sensations spread across her face.
“Harper,” I moan, holding her calf, kissing across her shin.
“Goddamn it, you feel amazing.”
“Easton,” she inhales,
“you’re going to make me come.” That’s the only thing I want.
The words I’ve been waiting to hear.
To fulfill the promise I made to my girl that this wouldn’t hurt her.
And now she’s about to feel the best part of it.
“Ahhh, yes!” she shouts.
I rear my hips back, plunging inside, giving her hard, deep, passionate strokes.
She’s pulsing around me, clenching, and that causes her to feel even tighter.
I make sure her clit has the pressure she needs and when she starts to scream,
“Fuuuck,” shudders moving through her stomach, I know it’s my time.
I punch forward, the intensity moving through my body, shooting out the end of me.
“Fuck!” Ripples are blasting through my body, every part of me turning numb aside from the tingles that are erupting.
“Yes! Damn it!” Each thrust sends more of me into her, filling her to the point where I watch it drip the moment I pull out.
She gently bites her lip as she looks at me.