Dreams of 18(93)

Grabbing my butt in his wet, sticky hands, he stretches my hole over his throbbing cock.

“Sit on it,” he rasps, looking up at me. “Slowly.”

And I do.

I can’t wait to do it. I can’t wait to sit on him even though I know it’s going to hurt. It’s already stinging, him parting my cheeks and stretching my hole, but I don’t care.

So I push down and try to get his crown inside of me.

It’s not easy though. Not at all. All I’ve had back there is either his thumb or his finger in the past days. He wouldn’t agree to fucking me there with his cock. He’d either ignore me or distract me with his fantastic skills in bed.

But he’s giving me what I want right now. He’s just as needy for it.

He’s giving it to me and I’m taking it, no matter what.

I’m holding onto this wildness in me and running with it.

Clenching my eyes shut, I push and push and moan with the burn of it, the sting, the pain. But the fact that he’s so patient with me, that he plays with my clit to make me relax and that he shushes me when I whimper and shiver, makes it easier.

That and the mighty hold he has on my waist with his one hand, so he can keep me safe and balanced over him, eases the way. It makes me determined.

And I slowly manage to get his head inside of me and the pain of it is so brilliant and sharp and delicious that I fist the collar of his shirt.

He kisses me on the throat and hums over my skin. I can feel his lust pulsing in the air. I can feel the need he’s trying to keep in check so I can adjust to his size.

And to open me up, he begins to move. Like he did the night he took my virginity. He fucks me with that one inch of his cock.

He loosens me up, slowly. While he’s groaning over my skin, kissing the column of my throat, licking it and keeping me plastered to his body.

It’s so good and amazing and so fucking different that I realize something else.

I realize that he’s fucking me without a condom. That we’re skin to skin for the first time ever.

For the first time ever, I feel every inch of him, every ridge and groove of his thick length as it stretches me like I’ve never been stretched before.

“Oh God, honey,” I breathe out as everything inside of me gets both loose and tight.

So many firsts that all the feelings, all the sensations, new and old are colliding right now. They’re colliding and clashing and I want him all the way inside.

All the way until he’s seated to the root and the skirt of my dress is spread all around us, hiding his cock in my ass. Hiding that I just gave up my virgin ass to him in broad daylight.

With a final push of his hips, it happens.

He’s been slowly and patiently opening me up and now, he gets all the way inside, making me hiccup and moan.

Now, I’m completely sitting on his lap, his thick, pulsing length throbbing in my ass.

Breathing hard, I look at him, all full and achy in this new way.

With sweat dotting his forehead, he asks, “You okay?”

I nod, biting my lip.

He finally lets go of my waist and reaches up to thumb my cheek. “Tell me if it hurts.”

I shake my head. “It doesn’t.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Good.” A hard kiss, then, “Cover us with your dress.”

That makes me jerk and tremble, and he begins to move. Very, very slowly with short pumps.

They make my pussy wetter, his slow movements, and my hands shake when I pull down my dress and cover us with the hem, making it look like I’m just sitting on his lap.

Yes, my dress is half-unzipped and the straps are somewhere down my arms, my breasts visible and jiggling. But no one knows that he’s inside of me.

No one knows that he’s taking my tight ass.

It fills me with a rush. It fills me with so much lust and adrenaline that for a second, I think of all the scenarios where he can fuck me like this.

I think of restaurants, movie theatres, a park bench, all the public places where I can sit on his lap with his cock inside of me and no one will know.

Oh, they’ll speculate and guess and whatnot and they might think I’m a slut for sitting in his lap like that but I won’t care.

I’ll look at each and every one of those people in the eye and smile, while keeping this secret. Our secret.

The fantasy is so arousing, the fantasy that I never even thought I had in me, that I begin to move as well. I begin to move against him and his pumps get smoother and longer.

I give him his lap dance in small, halting movements. I bounce in his lap.

I rock and writhe. I even jiggle my tits, shake them for him, feeling the friction of his jeans over my bare thighs, grinding my clit against his pelvis.

God, I could do this all day. I could do this all the time, for the rest of my life, dance for him like this while he’s pumping into me from below.

While we watch each other.

While his hands are cradling my face – as always – and mine are clutching his shoulders. While he breathes over my lips and I breathe over his. While my tits rub up against his chest and his strokes become longer and faster.

While his truck is shaking and rocking with us and the windows fog up.

But more than anything, I wanna do this all day and for the rest of my life because I want to make all my secrets with him. Secrets like this one. So dirty and sacred at the same time.