If this wasn’t the right time for us, then I’d wait.
“But I want you to come. Think you’re ready for that?”
I never had an orgasm before.
At least I think I never did.
I knew about my clit and what to do to make myself orgasm, but I never got it.
My fingertips kept circling and rubbing my clit, and once I felt my legs go numb, and that pressure inside of me build up, I thought that was it.
I guess I never dared to push myself over the edge.
“I’m ready for it,” I whispered, running my hand through his dark hair.
What came next was also new to me.
He pressed the length of his shaft to my pussy, then started to rub against it while his lips met mine again.
The friction of his cock against my clit excited me.
His tongue moved into my mouth, and I let him explore it.
Slow and gentle, but with much determination.
A moan escaped me, and with every stroke, a spark got sent through my whole body.
I shivered.
How did something so simple feel so incredibly good?
Otis placed his hand on my cheek, holding my head in place to get more control over the kiss.
Another moan, and then I felt a drop fall onto my stomach.
Was he coming already?
I reached down between us and felt the wetness on my skin.
It wasn’t much, so it couldn’t have been his sperm, but most likely his precum.
Listening to our teacher talk about sex in school wasn’t really my thing, so I often concentrated on other things while she explained every little detail about a woman and man’s bodies.
He started to move faster, and the more he pressed himself against me, the more intense everything felt.
My clit was throbbing, and his cock twitching.
That familiar feeling started to come over me, and I wondered what it took to make me get over that edge I never had the courage to overcome.
“Fuck,” he muttered into my mouth.
We were both close, and I wanted to know what it was like to see him come.
See his facial expression as he exploded all over me.
It didn’t take much, and I was spiraling out of control as the orgasm hit me.
My legs started shaking, and I held on to his hair as tightly as I could.
“Oh!” I moaned, tugging at his hair as I slowly came down from my high.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” Otis whispered.
He kissed my cheek as I slowly opened my eyes.
He pulled back slightly and wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke it.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me, Genesis,” he ordered, and I did what he said.
I couldn’t wait to see him come, and I awaited his cum on my stomach impatiently.
Then, finally, his hips bucked and his brows furrowed, as warm drops of his cum landed on my belly.
The veins in his neck stood out, and I had to look down to see the mess he was making on my body.
I smiled.
The view I had was one of the most amazing one’s ever.
Otis breathed in deeply as he calmed down, and his hand moved slower along his length, letting out the last few drops.
“Was that what you wanted to see?” he asked.
I nodded, and since that wasn’t the only thing I wanted to do, I reached down to touch his cock with my fingertips.
He was still hard, and his warm skin was incredibly soft.
He was beautiful, and I wondered what it would feel like to have him inside of me.
His cock was long, with a slight curve to it.
The width somewhat worried me, but I was sure he could make it work somehow.
I watched Otis reach down to my stomach, and as his fingers dipped into the puddle of cum on my navel, I lifted my gaze to watch his face closely.
What was he about to do?
“Still wanna taste me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
I bit my bottom lip and looked back at his fingers, covered in his own cum.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
He lifted his hand to my lips and I stuck my tongue out, ready to lick him off his fingers.
The saltiness of his cum was the first thing I tasted, but it wasn’t bad.
I liked it, and so I pulled his two fingers into my mouth, licking every inch.
While doing so, I looked back into his eyes.
He was enjoying this, and his other hand was already stroking his cock again.
Did he want a second round?
I wasn’t sure I could come again.
Not after the explosion I felt inside of me just minutes ago.
“Good?” he asked, his voice raspy and low.
I nodded, smiling with his fingers still between my lips.
“More?” he suggested, and I couldn’t turn down that offer.
This was turning him on, and I liked the feeling of power I had over him in that moment.
He pulled his fingers out and dipped them back into his cum, then pushed them into my mouth again.
Deeper this time.
“You’re my dirty little Genesis. I think I like you this way,” he muttered, with a soft smile.
I liked me this way too.
Never had I thought that I’d do things like this, but with Otis it all came naturally.
It felt right.
And I wished I’d never get that taste of him off my tongue ever again.
The sun wasn’t up, but Genesis was moving next to me, waking me.
She was probably going to get her mandatory bowl of cereal like every morning, but I had no idea why she always had to get it this early.
I tried to pull my arm from underneath her neck to make it easier for her to leave the bed, but to my surprise, she cuddled up to my side instead.
“I’m not getting up yet,” she whispered.
I kept my eyes closed, knowing that if I opened them, they’d burn from the tiredness still lingering in them.
“Good. It’s too fucking early anyway,” I muttered.
I turned to the side and placed my hand on her waist, pulling her body close to mine while our legs tangled.
Last night felt like a dream.
But I loved every second of it.
I loved Genesis, and while I made her come by rubbing my dick along her pussy, the feelings I had for her became clear.
She was the one I wanted.
No other woman made me feel this way, and no matter how twisted this was, I didn’t care.
As long as Genesis was happy, I’d be too.
“Otis?” she whispered, with her face close to mine.
I could feel her soft breathing against my skin, and I finally pushed myself to open my eyes and look into hers.
When it was still dark out and only the streetlights outside illuminated the morning, I could still see those pretty eyes clearly.
They almost shone brighter than the lights outside.
“Hmm?”
“I’ve been thinking about last night, and I think there’s a few things I wanna tell you,” she said, cupping the side of my neck with her hand.
“Yeah? And what’s that?” My voice was low and thick from sleep.
“I don’t care who I am to you, or who you are to me. I love you, and once we’re out of Roberval, no one will know.”
Her energy to talk in the morning was fascinating, but I was glad to hear those words.
“And I’ve also been thinking about all the possibilities we have while we’re on the road,” she added, her fingers digging into my hair now.
“Hell, Genesis, did you even get any sleep?” I was mocking her, but she kept her face serious.