2. More Than a Kiss

Tallulah's POV

The thought of never seeing him again scared me. He's so handsome and funny that I wished he would take me to the dance every night, and fill my ears with his alluring compliments.

But what he asked seemed too much to give. I can't open myself up to him on our first night like a whore. And besides we barely knew anything about each other.

His voice regained my attention.

“It's just a kiss, that's all.” He whispered, halting in his strides.

He does have a point though... What if it was just a harmless kiss? That wouldn't hurt, would it?

Like an engine, my heart pounded in pleasure, propelling me forward towards his visage. I slowly pressed my lips against his and pulled back again to see his face.

The light emitted from the fluorescent bulb glistened through his hair, with soft brown eyes that peered into my soul. His towering presence made me wet, anticipating his next move.

His gaze shifted to my mouth, and slowly, he cupped my chin and our lips interlocked again, but this time, he reached deeper. His tongue parted my lips, wandering about the edges of my mouth.

Like a blind person, my senses became limited to sound and touch, as I kept my eyelids shut, tasting every bit of his lips.

I could feel his hand leaving my cheeks and trailing down my shoulder. His fingers caressed my waist and hips, until he grabbed firm hold of my ass, slightly lifting the fringes of my gown. This wasn't just a kiss, and if it was, then I wanted more.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I vigorously kissed him, rubbing my body against his. But it wasn't enough, my appetite only increased with every taste. My stomach fluttered with an emptiness that needed to be filled. I wanted those hands on every inch of my skin. I wanted to feel his dick inside of me.

I could feel the gentle throbs between my thighs which resonated with my heartbeat. It was my pussy begging to be filled, begging to be satisfied. Its pleas had slowly begun to overshadow the warnings of my mother.

The warm air from the AC brushed against my thighs as he lifted my gown. But he paused when its fringes were just below my backside. And he carried me off the ground, wedging my legs with his waist.

There I was, with my limbs balancing on his hips, and my ass sitting pretty in his gentle hands which stroked my back from time to time. He began waltzing towards the bed as he kissed my lips, neck and collar bone.

I could feel his fully erect cock stroking against my stomach, detailing how huge he is. The space between us was heating up as we rubbed against each other, but I wanted us to increase the pace.

The fast-forward button was right there, stroking against my pelvic area, and I knew just how to operate it. I took my hand off his shoulder, trailing my fingers down his chest and abs until I touched his cock, gently rubbing it in vertical motions.

My strokes drew involuntary grunts from him as he jerked, grinding his cock against my dress. His breath washes my skin, as he stares into my eyes and kisses me again. This time, deeper, like he was going to swallow my tongue. Moans escaped his lips into my mouth, burning like a fire in my throat.

“I know you said we could only kiss.” He seethed, his ragged breaths messing with his voice.

“But Lula, I_wanna_ fuck _you.”

The sound of his sexy voice drove me nuts. It felt like a lighter had been turned on, and my soul had been set ablaze with an urgent need for him. I reached down for the fringes of my gown, swiftly lifting it off my body.

All that was left was my panties and bra. But soon enough, those Mfs would also be banished. His gaze consumed my boobs, and his warm hands caressed my bare butt.

My fingers brushed against his muscles, noticing how strong he was. His build was an epitome of perfection; his well-shaped chest blended with his steady arms. He was the kind of man I fantasized about whenever I played with myself. I was even starting to doubt if he was a real person, and not just a wet dream.

But it didn't matter if he was real or not. Either in the dream world, or in reality, I'd fuck him until the morning comes.

“I'll undo the buttons, and you'll take off the pants.” I said, reaching for his shirt.

He swiftly turned around, pinning me on the soft bed. And without hesitating, he unbuckled his belt and took his pants down before I could undo three buttons.

“You see, we're a good team.” He seethed, undoing the rest.

He grabbed hold of my hands, interlocking our fingers and holding me down against the bed. I felt helpless under his gaze which examined my chest, hips and thighs.

“You're my prisoner now.” His deep, sexy voice made my nipples stiff.

I was pinned down in such a way that if I wished to be free from his grip, I would have to struggle. But I didn't want to struggle, I didn't want to be free. I wanted to remain his prisoner, held down, and punished by this handsome jailer.

His gaze dented my skin, watching me intently. It ravaged my soul, ripping away every ounce of patience in me. I swung my legs around his waist pulling him towards me, and for a brief moment, I could feel his cock rubbing against my soaked panties.

He reached forward to kiss my neck. And bit by bit, his kisses trialed down my chest and cleavage, until his lips collided with the upper part of my mounds. He kissed them so well regardless of the bra that concealed them.

His kisses continued bathing my skin, coating my stomach and hips, as his hand made its way underneath my back, unbuckling my bra. Sooner than I expected, my bra came off my chest, leaving my mounds exposed.

“They’re magnificent .” He said, eyeing my boobs like he had seen two golden orbs.

The wetness of his tongue bathed my nipple as his fingers held my mounds in place, gently squeezing them. He licks my pink nipples again, tilting his head as he stares up at me. I could feel his steady hands caressing my stomach and thighs.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, as he rubbed my cunt through the fabric of my underwear.

He shifted my panties and slowly inserted his fingers into my damp entrance.

“Damn! You're so tight.”

His voice sent sparks up my spine as his fingers moved in and out of my tight pussy. My heartbeats had become a ripple of waves which heightened when his lips surrounded my tits, sucking them.

“Fuck!” I screamed again. But this time, my cunt sang along, releasing its juice, like a spring of water in a desert.

My body trembled in pleasure, and my boobs rose and fell to accommodate my deep breaths.

“Wow. That was fast.” He whispered, pecking my neck.

“You haven't done this before, have you?” he asked.

I hesitated before answering, hoping that my reply wouldn't ruin the moment.

“Uhm, not really.” I voiced.

He smiled.

“So… should we take it slow? Maybe pause a little.” He suggested.

Regardless of the fact that I was a virgin, this wasn't all new to me. Years ago, I had an incident with Daren, my highschool boyfriend. But it was interrupted by my mum who barged in on us before we could explore our sexual organs.

And now, even in her absence, I could picture her, staring daggers at me. I could hear her voice telling me to hold back, begging me to resist his charms. But I was determined to block her out of my head.

I was ready to hand over my virginity to this handsome fellow who truly cared about me.

“No, it's alright. I can handle it.” I voiced. “I trust you.”