Whispers of a Broken Halo by Abbi Glines

His mouth left mine, and he grabbed my bottom to pull me closer. When his erection rubbed against my clit, I let out a small sound. I had no control. My body was already humming with anticipation. I was being too easy.

“It’s n-n-not fair,” I said.

He ran his hands under my top and over my bare stomach as he looked at me. “What’s not fair?” he asked, his voice raspy. At least he was as affected as I was.

“That I-I-I can’t t-t-tell you n-no,” I admitted.

A wicked grin lit his face. “You can’t?” he asked as his hands moved up my rib cage and brushed the bottoms of my breasts.

I shook my head and trembled at the anticipation.

“Why can’t you tell me no?” he asked, moving his hands over my breasts and then pinching my nipples simultaneously.

“I w-w-want th-th-this,” I panted and cried out as he pinched harder.

Wetness pooled inside the crotch of my panties. My shorts were going to be damp.

He pulled my nipples to him. I groaned and arched my back. My top came off, and I was bare instantly. I watched as he pulled my right nipple into his mouth and pinched and pulled on the other. I started to squirm from the ache between my legs. The friction of his rigid penis rubbing against me felt good, so I began to rock back and forth on it. He grabbed my waist and held me still. I whimpered from the loss.

His hand slid down inside the loose leg of my shorts, and he paused and inhaled sharply. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked.” His voice sounded like a growl.

“I told you, m-m-my body wants y-you,” I said as he slipped a finger into my panties, and I forgot everything else.

He slid it back and forth, teasing me with what all he could do to me down there. I knew now, and I squirmed, needing it. He sucked on my breast some more.

I begged and clung to him, wanting him to do more. Give me that euphoria he had earlier. He reached up and grabbed the back of my head and covered my mouth with his. Our tongues tangled and stroked each other the same way I wanted our bodies to. Our breathing was hard, and when he finally pinched my clit between his two fingers, I broke the kiss, crying out as I stared down at his face.

“I’ve got to unbuckle my jeans, baby. My dick is so damn swollen; it’s getting painful.”

I scooted back and got off his lap. My eyes didn’t leave his crotch though. I was fascinated. I’d never seen a real penis. He pulled his jeans down to his knees along with his boxers, and it sprang free. It was much bigger than I had anticipated and standing straight out. The head did look swollen. I wondered if that was what hurt.

Moving back to him, I wasn’t sure if I should straddle him now. I didn’t want to cause him pain. He held out his hand for me to come sit on him again, and I did so, careful not to press against it. My curiosity had me reaching out and touching the tip.

He jerked, and I moved my hand away quickly. “I’m s-s-sorry. I-I-I di-didn’t know,” I said.

He chuckled and took my hand, then moved it back to his swollen length. “I didn’t jerk from pain. You can explore all you want.”

Oh.

I gently wrapped my finger around it this time, and he sucked in a breath. My eyes flew to his, and he was panting. Much like I did when he touched me. I understood then. His wasn’t wet, but this must have felt the same for him as it did for me. I began to run my fingertip over it, and each time he made a noise of pleasure, I did the same thing again. Scooting forward, I lifted myself up onto my knees and ran the tip over my wet bottoms. That was almost too good.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He liked it too.

I moved my bottoms over and then rubbed the head of his erection on the crotch of my wet panties. He froze, and I looked up at him. He was clenching his teeth and taking short, shallow breaths. Needing to feel more, I pulled the wet fabric aside and ran it along my bare vagina.

“Oh,” I cried out at how good the skin-on-skin contact felt.

It slipped so easily back and forth. I moved my hips as I ran it from my clit, then back again. I knew I was making noises, and for a moment, I forgot about Rio and if he was enjoying this or not. I was lost in my own little world of pleasure.

Then, it was gone, and I was being lifted and tossed back on the sofa. Rio removed his bottoms the rest of the way, and then his shirt followed. When he reached for my bottoms, I was torn between anxiety and hunger. He was going to make love to me. Or was it just sex? I wasn’t sure, but I was going to lose my virginity.

He covered me and held himself there. “I want inside you so damn bad that I can hardly control myself. But I won’t. I don’t have a condom. But I’m going to make it feel good.”

He reached down and began to aggressively rub his erection against my opening. He looked down and watched. I opened my legs wider and lifted up, wanting to feel more. He was shaking. His entire body was shaking.

I began to move with him, and his eyes went to my breasts as they swayed.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he said.

He licked at my nipples and pulled one into his mouth as I continued to rub against him. I was more out of control.

The wetness leaking from me was going to leave a spot on the sofa, but I didn’t care. I wanted all this and more.

“O-oh, p-p-lease, pl-please, please,” I begged him, and he shook harder as he pressed down on me with his hardness there in my heat, rubbing back and forth.