Post Nine: Perfect. Of course.

Elli

Why is it that men always seek out my weaknesses? At first, playing with me. I enjoy it, it feels good. Then they get all rambunctious, and I can't help but laugh.

It didn't really stop Morgan, he seemed to enjoy making me squirm. Not in a sadistic way. He just liked seeing me smile. I pulled him up to my level and continued kissing him. Doing my best to pull off his shirt, which was rather difficult on my part. But he helped me.

He was one of those really fit men. He was thin, but he had a good amount of muscle to him. Sleek, perfectly formed. It must have been nice. He had a small splash of hair across his chest, and then a small treasure trail from his bellybutton, leading down.

Perfect. Of course.

I moved my hand down his torso, knowing I had to decide quickly where I was going to go. I wasn't a tease. I only put my hands where I intended to use them. I was a little nervous about the prospect of touching someone in a place I hadn't even seen yet. No frame of reference, no way of knowing what I was in for.

Something was willing me to do it anyways. Once in a lifetime opportunity and all that.

So I began undoing his pants. Even though I was nervous, I did it with ease, sliding my hand down.

He was of average thickness, which was good. Easier to maneuver. But he was quite long, and uncircumcised. Luckily he wasn't the first I'd been with. Or else I might have gotten really nervous. I was always worried about hurting my ex when I found out he was. Once you knew what you were doing, it was no big deal.

I slid my hand up and down, slowly, building up momentum.

His head crashed against my shoulder as he panted. Giving out little moans in between kissing my skin. His hand moved up to my breast, fondling it. I moved my other hand to his neck, holding him against me.

I sped up.

“Wait,” he moaned.

I stopped, still the tiny bit afraid of doing something wrong. I pulled my hand away, and he stood up, looking into my eyes. He smirked.

Then he pushed me back slightly, I landed on the bed, sitting up. He adjusted himself, and then knelt down, untying my shoes, pulling them off along with my socks. For a second, I hoped my feet didn't smell. Combat boots and all that. He slipped his own shoes off with relative ease. I carefully moved myself back on bed, as he started to get on top of me. He pulled his own socks off, thank God. Then he pulled off his pants and underwear in one go. It was surprisingly efficient for being over top a girl on a bed.

I laid back, and he sat up looking me over.

I tried not to stare at his naked body, some men get really self-conscious about it. He didn't seem to be losing anything over it.

He used both his hands to pull off my underwear, still looking at me. Honestly, I was a little self-conscious myself about how I looked...you know...but there was no time to even consider it.

He began kissing my stomach, his mouth slowly moving down, until I stopped him.

“You don't have to do that,” I said.

“What if I want to?”

I shuddered at the way he looked up at me. The truth was, I wanted to kiss him, and I hated doing it after someone ate me out. Maybe it's silly, but it was my priorities. I had to think of something to say that wouldn't make me sound ridiculous though. Something sexy.

“What if I want you inside of me more?” I uttered without missing a beat.

His mouth quickly came up to mine, engulfing it. Without looking, he grabbed a condom from out of the top drawer of his bedside dresser. I heard from wrapper as he ripped it, still kissing me.

I was rather impressed with how easy he made everything seem. He put it on so quickly, it was immaculate.

I gingerly moved my legs on either side of his body, as his hand moved down to guide him inside of me.

Oh fuck.

“Fuck,” I moaned, tilting my pelvis up as I took him in.

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