He acquiesced with a vengeance, the force of his kiss pinning her to the bed as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and grasped the back of his neck with the other. When he suddenly moved to change positions, he almost lifted her off the bed in his enthusiasm as she clung to him. She admired for a moment the powerful muscles of his abdomen and lower body when he sat up on his knees to shift, putting himself between her legs.
She was unbelievably, overwhelmingly aroused, almost to the point of discomfort; she could feel the slickness of her own juices between her thighs as she moved over on the bed to center herself, and when she spread her legs apart to give David a place to kneel, the cold air of the room was a shock on her wet flesh.
David’s hands were on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the skin of her stomach as his kisses began to trail downward – along her neck, across her collarbone, up the mound of her breast. His mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue moving torturously slowly in a narrowing spiral around it, ending at last in a fierce, cat-tongue lick and a small, playful nip.
The muscles in Jessy’s stomach tightened suddenly, jerking her, forcing a small gasp out from between her lips. David smiled against her skin.
One hand slid away from her hip, along the outside of her leg, fingers dragging lazily across the skin of her thigh. He folded his hand so that only his index finger pressed against her skin as he worked his way back up, running it along between her legs as she squirmed. At length, his finger found the already wet-slick folds of her nether lips, teasing them apart and sliding from her clit to her drenched opening.
Her fingers tightened on the skin of his back, her mouth dropping open; it seemed suddenly as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room, and the lack made her deliciously dizzy. He pulled back from her a little, watching her face as his finger slid up and down slowly.
She couldn’t get enough of his face, especially the tiny smile, like he had a secret and was going to tell her in little pieces, stretched out over the night. There was something strange and thrilling about watching him touch her; he seemed to waver between being the David she’d always known and trusted more than anyone else in the world, and a completely different man, surprisingly sexy, totally aware of what she wanted and needed and ached for.
“Is this really happening?”
She didn’t realize she’d spoken the words aloud until David paused in his finger’s ministrations and bent to bury his face in her neck, whispering between kisses, “It must be, unless we’re both sharing the best dream I’ve ever had.”
He sat up, eyes on her body like he was trying to memorize it. His hand started to move again, faster, his fingertip teasing her clit and sending alarmingly powerful jolts of pleasure through her body. Her toes and fingers were going numb in waves of tingles. She was blazing hot inside; her skin ought to be steaming in the air of the room.
And at the core of her, so close to his hand, she began to feel an almost unbearable emptiness, as if he’d stolen a piece of her and he alone could return it. She closed her eyes, concentrated. She was so empty; she was a shell made only of feverish skin, holding nothing but this raging inferno and a desperate, gaping vacancy.
“I need you,” she breathed, her eyes slitting open to see him. “Now. Please.”
He met her eyes, his forehead creasing as he posed the silent question: Are you sure? She was beginning to feel frantic, something akin to panic filling her chest. Reaching up, she grasped his shoulders, letting her urgency show in the tightness of her grip, tugging him down where he could kiss her.
For the length of several long kisses, he just lay against her, and Jessy realized a new level of pleasure as she reveled in the buttery smoothness of his skin on hers, the solidity of his muscles as he held his weight just off of her, the unbelievable warmth between their two bodies.
And then she slid her hands from his shoulders to his waist, her eyes meeting his, wordlessly begging him to end the torturous wait and take her as they both clearly wanted. He complied eagerly, shifting, aligning himself with her slit.
In a moment of sober clarity, she allowed herself to realize what was happening. This was her virginity, that part of her that was hers to grant; she’d been holding onto this, guarding it carefully for nearly twenty years – would she give it away here, suddenly, without pause for thought or consideration for anything but how perfect the moment felt?
David watched her, his eyes burning with his readiness, incredible patience on his face. She could see that he would wait until the anxiety cleared from her face again, until she asked him again to fill that space. She could see that he would stop altogether at a word, even with every cell in both of their bodies calling for them to come together in every way.
Who better to experience this with? Who would she ever trust so implicitly? Her apprehension evaporated, and she smiled up at him. She lifted her hips, the tip of his penis pressing against her flesh, the slit widening to allow the head inside. He hadn’t gone far when an obvious resistance stopped their motion.
He leaned into her harder by a fraction, and she gasped at the shock of warning pain. It was so unlike any pain she’d ever felt; not terrible or unbearable, just so intensely personal. Her body was shrieking, intruder! Invader! Internal alarms everywhere were insisting that she do something to stop this thing from entering her.
But a larger part of her saw more clearly. This was David. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him in her and on her and against her. So she relaxed her legs, which had tensed and tried to close. They dropped wider suddenly, and David’s weight carried him into her.
Her head jerked back of its own volition, her breath hissing out from between her teeth as her flesh gave, tearing a path for him.
“Are you okay?” David said, concern coloring his voice and face. She held a finger to her lips as she panted for a moment, absorbing the newness.
The pain had flared intensely for a second or two, but it soon faded to almost nothing; she nodded, giving him a wavering smile. Her hands tightened on his waist and she pulled him forward, drawing him deeper into her.
He was stretching her, occupying her, invading completely her most personal space. She knew, logically, that he was leaving her in control, ready in a moment to abandon this experiment if she even hinted that it was too much for her. But there was this helpless feeling of giving him control of her body, granting him permission to use it however he saw fit, that was at once frightening and luscious.
Eventually, he was fully within her, and she let out the breath she’d been holding in an airy groan, echoed by David.
He was filling her up; she could feel her skin stretched around him, hugging his member like they were made for each other, and it was the most perfect feeling in the world. David lay down on top of her, wrapping her up in his arms and squeezing her against his chest.
“Oh my god,” he said, and she nodded. He seemed content just to hold her, but her hips were already moving in tiny, shallow circles without her commanding it, her body agitating for some friction.
Every minute movement she made was purest pleasure, making her aware of parts of herself she had never imagined could feel this good. And then he moved. Just a small motion, pulling himself out of her an inch or two, but the feeling was ten times more intense than anything she’d experienced before. Still moving slowly, he pushed back into her completely, and a tsunami of heat and intensity crashed over her body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“God, David, it’s–” She didn’t finish the sentence, as he had just thrust into her again, but she wasn’t sure how she would have finished it anyway. English didn’t have a single synonym for “good” that could possibly be strong enough to describe this.
He grabbed her tighter, crushing her to him, and picked up the pace, breathing hard against her neck. She was barely aware that she was moaning with each exhalation, releasing sound in a vain attempt to relieve some of the pressure that was building in her with each plunge.
Suddenly, impatiently, David sat up, abruptly changing the angle of his thrusting and setting a new, blistering pace. Jessy’s moans changed pitch as he pulled out of her almost completely, then drove his full length back into her, every inch rubbing against that small spot inside that sent a ripple of electricity along her spine and flooded her with warmth. Again and again he did it, and her cries were getting more desperate as her body began to buzz.
His thrusts were growing wilder, his pace unmanageable. Her blood was pounding in her veins to the beat of his hips pounding against hers. Her vision faded to black; she thought she might lose consciousness. The building heat and pressure was unbearable.
She could never endure these waves and waves and waves of pleasure, and her heart and lungs seemed to be expanding so she couldn’t even take in a breath, and her entire body was so tense her muscles were screaming, and just when she thought she’d pass out or burst into flame – she orgasmed, so hard her body was rolling as first her back tightened and arched, then her abs jerked her forward, repeatedly.
“David!” she half-groaned, half-screamed. There were no intelligible thoughts in her head, just David, and perfection, and pleasure beyond imagining. He was still inside her as she shuddered around him, and the look of almost-pain on his face became abruptly ecstasy, and then shock.
“Oh!” he shouted, jerking his hips away from her and up so that he came on her stomach and leg, his body tensing again and again, his mouth dropping open and eyes drifting shut. “Oh, dear god.”
He knelt, shoulders sagging, breathing like a marathon runner after a race, for a long moment before glancing sheepishly up at her. She grabbed his hand in both of hers and pulled him down next to her, kissing him with quiet intensity. They lay just like that for several minutes, breathing in each other’s faces, eyes closed, recovering.
At length, David rolled onto his back next to her, putting all ten fingers in the air. “It’s your turn,” he said with a grin.
Jessy laughed and put her own fingers up. She studied David’s flushed face for a few seconds before speaking. “Never have I ever fallen totally in love with my best friend.”
They eyed each other, both smiling secretive, tight-lipped smiles, as they each put down a finger.