panic a bit on the inside. After the concert, I pulled my hair out of its braid and just let it cascade down my back. I really enjoy how his hand feels running through my hair. My eyes close and I breathe in, trying to keep my body from betraying me. It’s to no avail - my nipples are growing rock-hard and I’m afraid he’s going to see them through the lacy top and cover I’m wearing. I feel my pussy beginning to throb heavily and hot droplets leak out, wetting my thong. I look at Marcus and see that the black of his pupils has almost completely overtaken the emerald-green of his beautiful eyes. He’s developing a definite hitch to his breathing. He sets his coffee cup down and takes mine out of my nerveless hands - which are good, because I’m this close to dropping it all over his sofa. He wraps his large hand around the back of my head and slowly pulls me closer to him. Closer, closer, closer we get, until our lips are a hair’s breadth away from each other. I feel his warm, coffee-scented breath on my face …then, oh, glory, he’s kissing me! All the strength seeps out of my muscles as I wrap my arms around his muscular neck. He pulls me close to him and I feel the solidity of his chest, arms and legs. I also feel the hardness of…whoa, is that his cock? I never knew they got that hard! Soon, I’m on his lap, with the tip of his dick pressing eagerly against the backs of my legs and my ass. This heats me up even more and I let out a soft, low groan into his mouth as our tongues tangle with each other.
Just a little note about myself - I have never gone even this far with any lads. Hand-holding, yes; kissing, yes, but never this intense. My need for Marcus is beginning to pound through my whole body, in time with my pounding heart. My pussy begins to moisten as I think about his hard dick leaning on me.
“Johanna, I really need to touch you. I want to make love to you, but if you don’t want to, let me know. I’ll stop now,” Marcus whispers into my ear, just before he licks and kisses it. A hot shiver racks my body and my desire ratchets even higher.
“Marcus, I want you, too. But you should know, I’ve never gone all the way - with anyone,” I tell him.
I feel him go still. Oh, no! I’ve ruined things! Then, he takes my face, which is burning hot, and turns me to face him. He gazes deeply into my eyes…his look is tender. He gives me a very soft kiss.
“Do you want to stay and make love with me? If you’re not…ready, I’ll understand,” he tells me softly.
I look at him. This feels…right, I decide.
“I want to stay with you. I want to make love with you,” I tell him. Now, my face is really burning hot and my heart is really thumping! I wrap my arms more strongly about Marcus’ neck and bury my hot face in his shoulder.
He wraps his arms around me and simply holds me. I follow his lead and slowly relax. Then, I feel his dick throbbing and moving and this revs me up again.
Marcus begins kissing me again. As he does so, he unbuttons the button of my snug pants and unzips the zipper. Lifting my slight body, he somehow manages to scoot my pants and thong down. Now that the lower half of my body is exposed, I feel like it’s really about to happen. Marcus begins playing with my clit and dipping his fingers inside my pussy, which is engorged with blood, throbbing, hot and soaking wet. He uses my wetness to play with my clit, taking me to heights I’ve never experienced by myself. He moves his slender fingers slowly, then quickly, taking his cues from my body’s responses. Soon, too soon, I am cresting and feeling the throbbing and heat as they combine inside me, curling and swirling in my secret place. My legs fall apart and my head falls back as I begin to keen a high note of desire and completion. I feel the heat in my pussy hit forest fire levels as I begin to convulse and thrash on his lap. When the storm is over, I am limp in his arms and his lap is soaking wet with my juices!