Lana(22)

Abruptly, his hands left me, and he pushed me back up to my feet with hard hands on my hips. “We can’t do this, Lana. This is wrong,” he told me, his voice harsh and labored.

I propped my foot up beside his hip, giving him a hell of a view in my micro-mini skirt. I gripped one of his hands, slipping it between my legs to touch me. He didn’t resist me, immediately beginning to touch me just how I craved, his fingers skillful in their soft exploration. “I’m eighteen today, Akira. There’s no reason why you can’t take me now.”

He had a hard finger pushed inside of me, just the tip, as he spoke in a breathless voice. “There are a million reasons, the first of which is that you deserve better than me, Lana. You’re made of too fine of stuff for the likes of me. And I respect your father. He’s trusted me to spend countless hours with you, over the years. I’m positive that he wouldn’t approve of me doing this with you.”

As he spoke, I wiggled against his big finger, ignoring all of those reasons out of hand. They were ridiculous, to me. I was an adult today, and I would do what I wanted. I pushed down on his finger, and he worked it deeper, groaning as he did so. “You’re too tight, Lana. I would hurt you.”

He pulled his shorts down, exposing his engorged member. “Look at it, Lana. I’m too big to take a virgin. Especially a tiny little thing like you.”

I thought his description of me was ludicrous. I was thin, but saw myself as tall and gawky, by no means tiny. But I did kind of like him thinking of me that way.

Despite all of his protests, he was still working that wonderful finger into me, deeper and deeper, until he reached a barrier. He tested it, rather thoroughly, before he seemed to understand what it was. He cursed fluently, but didn’t remove that thick finger. “That’s your f**king hymen,” he said, his eyelids heavy.

I leaned my br**sts into his face, rubbing a hard nipple against those soft, mean lips. He took it into his mouth, sucking on it with a sexy groan. “Pleasure me, Akira. Please. I want you to make me come. You can do it with just your fingers and your mouth, right? Would that gross you out, to use your mouth on my pu**y? Do you think it’s ugly?”

He made a hot little noise of protest, his finger moving inside of me, working in and out of me in tiny little strokes. “No, baby, your pu**y is so f**king pretty. I would love to get my mouth on you. It’s the prettiest f**king thing I’ve ever seen.”

I wanted to giggle at the ridiculous thing I’d gotten him to say, but my breath caught in my throat. I still loved to tease him, even while we were doing this.

I gripped his hair as he suckled at my br**sts. “What about my br**sts? Do you think my br**sts are pretty?”

He moaned. “Baby, every inch of you is impossibly gorgeous, and I know you know it, you little minx.”

“I don’t know it unless you tell me, Akira. I’ve only ever cared what you think. I don’t care about anybody else.”

“Well, you’re beautiful, Lana. Painfully so.” He stroked me with that finger, bringing his other hand to my sex and rubbing circles on just the perfect little spot. So that’s my clit, I thought as my gaze started to go fuzzy with the pleasure of it. His fingers were doing just the perfect things, and he brought me to the sweetest climax. I panted his name softly.

He had me on my back on the couch, his face buried between my legs before I even knew his intent. I nearly screamed in shock at the pleasure of it. He licked and sucked and used those wonderful hands to bring me to another mind-blowing orgasm.

After that, he worked on me slowly, kissing and licking and stroking all over my body, finally coming up to my mouth for a long kiss. I groaned as I tasted myself in his mouth. “I need you inside of me, Akira,” I said, when he finally pulled back.

He shook his head, his mouth tight, his eyes pained. “I’m a bastard for doing this much, Lana. I don’t deserve to lay even a finger on your perfect skin.”

I reached down, gripping his impressive length and working him free of of his shorts. Our eyes were locked as I spoke. “I’m eighteen, and I’m determined that I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I went on the pill two months ago. Would you rather it be you to take my virginity, or do you want me to give it to some jerk I meet at college? Maybe I’ll give it up at a frat party. Would you prefer that, or would you rather bury this beautiful c**k inside of me tonight. I’ll let you pick.”

He groaned, and I knew instantly which option he’d chosen. He held my thighs wide apart with his hands, lining himself up at my entrance, his eyes intense and hungry. “Last chance to change your mind, Lana,” he said on a gasp.

I reached down to stroke him, trying to tug him inside of me. He began to push in with a harsh groan. He worked himself in agonizingly slowly, inch by hard inch, feeding that magnificent length into me with his hand. He stopped when he’d reached that barrier. His breathing was ragged. “This is going to hurt. I’m sorry; it’s unavoidable. I need to rip this barrier. It will only hurt like this the first time, okay?”

I just nodded, wanting him deeper inside of me, no matter the pain. He propped himself on both elbows above me, tensing his entire body in preparation. He thrust in hard, sinking to the hilt with the force. He shuddered as he paused inside of me, waiting for me to get used to the fullness. It had hurt a lot, but it still felt good, too. I was so achy and needy for him, and had wanted this for so long, that the pain seemed like a little thing when compared to the joy I felt at finally having him inside of me. He brought a hand between us, circling my clit with his thumb. I began to writhe.