She was petite. Small, but tough. A little raven haired doll you could bend but never break. Hips and ass at an angle that dares you to fuck her properly. It was clear to me no one had. Comfortable with her sexuality, but unable to comprehend the depths of it. Not her fault. She was used to grown men who became teenage boys when clothes came off. Around them she enjoyed being forward, shocking them with her attire and language.
Our first night together she thought she’d show me something. Took my wrist and led me to a chair, lowered her jeans and bent over it, looking over her shoulder. A dare.
Rather than drive into her, I let my cock fall on the valley of her lower back, then slowly fucked her skin. Clearly not what she expected. I watched her writhe under me, shifting her weight from one leg to another so her lips would brush against each other. Seeing her like this caused me to flex involuntarily, leaving a huge bead of precum on her back. Using my cock like a brush, I painted her with it, enjoying the way she arched her back and hiked her ass, hoping to slip me into her.
Fighting the urge to impale her little body, I slid between her legs but not in, lightly grazing the length of my shaft against her lips. Perfectly wet. “Don’t tease me …” slipped out of her parted lips. I smiled, took her hair in my hand and pulled her head back. When her ear reached my mouth, I whispered, “I’m not teasing you. I want you to come for me. Just like this.”
No words came back, just a sharp intake of breath. I pressed against her harder, until I could feel her swollen clit dragging back and forth on the thick vein that runs along the top of my cock. She started to move her hands between her legs, to speed things up. I took both her wrists and pinned them behind her back. “No hands. Just this. Grind until you drench me.”
I smiled as she bore down on me. I knew this was in her. Waiting to be unlocked. Had seen it for the year we had known each other, curled smiles and hugs that went a little too long saying what we couldn’t due to circumstances.
Her legs were starting to tremble.
“I don’t think I can do it like this.”
“Yes you can, you just don’t know it yet. You’re already starting to shake. Just let go.”
She arched her head back and whispered, “Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?”
“Showing you who you are.”