Your cock is beautiful – 9

“Your cock is beautiful”

“Uh…yeah. I was like, really horny.” she said.

“Are you still?” I asked, standing up.

She stood up too, and I took a step towards her. She nodded, biting her lip.

“Really?” I said, reaching forwards.

I undid the button of her jeans, pulled the zip down, and slid my hand down to her panties. I rubbed my finger across her crotch, and found that she was starting to get wet.

“Hmm, yeah, you are horny.” I said, teasingly.

With my other hand I pulled down her jeans, with just a little tug they fell to the ground. She gasped and leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

She was wearing a pair of pale blue panties, and her arousal was obvious. I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands. She moaned as I massaged her. I leaned down and kissed her lightly, and she returned it like she always did, passionately forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I pulled away from her.

“Can…can we…?” she muttered.

“What?” I asked, letting go of her.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.” she said quickly, avoiding my eyes.

“Mia, look at me.” I said.

She looked so shy, and vulnerable, standing with her jeans around her ankles. I slipped my arm around her and grabbed her ass again.

“Mia…tell me what you want.” I said.

“It’s just…we didn’t do anything last night…and we’re alone…” she said.

I didn’t reply.

“Can we…go up to your bedroom?” she asked quietly, looking into my eyes.

I smiled.

“Now why wouldn’t you want to ask me that?” I said.

“I don’t know…just, last night, when I was telling you stuff…I didn’t want to make you mad…” she said quickly, nervously.

I released my tight grip on her ass, and started to gently massage it instead.

“Mia,” I said, taking her chin with my other hand, “You don’t ever have to hide what you want. Not from me.”

She smiled such a sweet smile and threw her arms around me, hugging me tight.

“I love you. So much.” she said.

I let go of her ass and wrapped my arms around her too. I still didn’t know how to react to things like this, to her expressions of romantic feelings. Did I return them, tell her I might like her that way too? Did I punish her, like I had the first time when it had taken me by surprise? Did I ignore them altogether, and hope she’d just stop bringing it up?

My feelings for her aside, I still didn’t know how I felt about her being “in love” with me. On the one hand, it was great. It was so satisfying to know the girl I’d hated for years had fallen for me so quickly, and apparently so hard. But at the same time, it really felt like she didn’t know me well enough to feel that way about me. She knew hardly anything about who I was, apart from the shallow things we talked about with Stella.

After a few seconds of thinking I just leaned down to her and said,

“Good girl.”

Until I could figure this out, I’d just have to accept it.

I pushed her away from me.

“Now let’s go upstairs.” I said.

She giggled, stepped out of her jeans, and walked quickly out to the hall.

I shook my head, smiling, and picked up her jeans. When I got up to my room she was already bouncing excitedly on the bed, my blankets thrown to the floor.

“Can I take these off?” she asked.

She was still wearing her t-shirt and panties. I’d forgotten I’d told her not to undress without my permission. It was just an off-hand comment, I was glad to see she took it seriously.

“Yeah. Strip.” I said.

I knelt on the bed as she quickly pulled off her panties, throwing them to the floor. As I lay down, she slid off her t-shirt and bra, freeing those beautiful boobs. She lay over me, naked, and leaned in towards me. I took her by the chin and kissed her. She moaned as I bit her lip, and desperately pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hands moved up to caress my face before sliding into my hair.

When I tried to pull away, she leaned in to me, stopping our lips from breaking. She was so passionate that I had to push her away.

She bit her lip and looked at me with an expression of such lust that I felt my dick twitch at just the sight of it. I started taking off my t-shirt, and she jumped backwards excitedly to undo the belt on my jeans. I let her finish pulling my jeans and boxers completely off, and she giggled when my semi-erect cock bounced into the air. She leaned over and put her hands on my thighs, staring at my stiffening cock lying against my leg, but not moving to touch it. She looked into my eyes, as if waiting for me to give her permission.

I grabbed it by the base and pointed it towards her, lightly tapping it against her cheek.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth?” I asked.

My voice came out a lot softer than I intended. What I’d meant to be rough and insulting had come out like a gentle query.

She nodded silently, her cheek rubbing against my cock.

“Suck me.” I said, trying to make my voice firmer.

She let out a throaty moan of excitement as she grabbed my dick and quickly started to lick and suck the tip. As usual, I was turned on almost as much by her attitude towards sucking me as I was by the actual sensation.

After only a minute, I was rock hard in her hands. She was doing more than I told her and started slowly fitting more and more of my shaft into her mouth. It felt incredible, but I gently pushed her off me. I sat up, and she quickly moved to lie down. She lay in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide.

I lay over her, letting my hard cock rest against her pussy lips. She reached down to my crotch with both hands, her arms pressing against her boobs on either side, squeezing them together. Her slender fingers wrapped around my cock and she started trying to move it in line with her pussy. I let her continue, and she brought the head up to her wet lips.

“Push, push it…please…push it in…” she whispered frantically.

“You want this inside you, slut?” I asked.

She met my eye.

“I want you to fuck me.” she said, a light waver to her voice, “I want it to hurt.”

“Beg for it.” I said.

She didn’t hesitate for a second.

“Please, please fuck me, please-“

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