“Wow,” he breathed finally.
“Alex,” she whispered into his ear, a soft plea between equals, “I trust you. Do this for me.”
He hesitated only for a second to process that. She couldn’t be more explicit than this, he realized. Not this first time at any rate. But that allowed him to understand what she wanted.
There was a point of no return here for each of them. He decided that if she were to back out, it was better that he crossed it first. Alex pulled away from her for a moment to unbutton his jeans. He twisted off of her to pull away both denim and black cotton underneath.
Onyx couldn’t help but look, and then her eyes went wide for a second time. “Wow,” his new friend gasped. Then she looked up at his eyes apologetically. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way at all,” she quickly explained.
Alex just smirked. “No? You’re sure?”
She grinned, her hands roaming down his back and then, for the first time, across his ass. “Shut up, you.”
Alex’s hands returned to her hips, as did his mouth. Satin and lace were pulled away, exposing skin that he caressed with fingers and kisses as she shivered in delight. His eyes were on hers as his kisses slowly slipped low between her legs. She couldn’t hold his gaze long, though he could see surprise and gratitude and joy in her eyes before they closed and her hands softly caressed his head.
“OhgodohgodAlexyes,” Onyx exhaled. Her fingernails dug softly through his scalp while her legs slipped over his back. She willed him up a little closer into her, drawing him in and panting in pure joy. The fact that she was about to go all the way with a guy like this was thrilling enough; the revelation of the glory he’d been hiding in his pants doubled her anticipation and excitement. She hadn’t expected this treat, too.
It truly was a treat at that. Within minutes of tender attention from Alex’s fingers and mouth, Onyx was almost dizzy with pleasure. He was slow, steady and gentle. She could easily believe he’d done this a hundred times or more. His tongue split her lips and spoiled her clit rotten. His fingers slipped inside to begin a slow but insistent beckoning gesture up against just the right spot within. He couldn’t possibly be doing this for the first time.
She hardly thought about that, though. All she thought about was how he felt so very good, that he could do this to her as long as he pleased, and that she had chosen wisely indeed.
Onyx had only ever gone this far with one person. She used to feel embarrassed and vulnerable with her, spread like this and offering up such private things that she’d spent virtually all of her life hiding. The embarrassment faded, but the vulnerability never did. If anything, Onyx learned to embrace it with her partner. Here, she found herself embracing it again.
She had reason to trust this man.
Climax came soon, without warning or preamble. Her breathing quickened, but she made no other noise. Alex was taken slightly by surprise as he felt her tighten around his fingers. He didn’t let up. Didn’t quicken his pace, didn’t slow it. Alex licked and caressed and paid close attention to the sound of her breath and the feel of her body as she rode his affections over the edge in a long series of gasps and twitching spasms. He brought her down smoothly, enjoying the grateful undertones of her panting and soft, wondrous laughter.
“I didn’t expect you to do that,” she breathed.
“I can do a lot more if you’d like,” Alex offered. His lips were still close enough to hers that she could feel the warmth of his voice against them.
At that, she finally did whimper, just once. “I want more, but I want you. Now.”
“Now?” he taunted, moving up to lie against her.
“Before I get worried that you’re too good to be true,” she smiled. Onyx let one hand trail down his body, gathering the courage to touch what she wanted. “Just…go slow.”
“I like going slow,” Alex reassured her. He had little trouble reading her intent. She needed him to be the aggressor here, having brought the whole affair as far as she could on her own initiative. Onyx was strong, self-possessed, bold. She knew who she was better than most women her age. There was no submissiveness or fear here. For whatever reason, she wanted this moment to be directed by her partner.
Her kiss became ever more encouraging and rewarding. Riding high on everything she’d already enjoyed, Onyx felt little discomfort when Alex pushed into her. He pulled back, briefly, allowing her to adjust, before pushing in the rest of the way. When he was fully within her Onyx let out a grunt of both relief and hunger.
“So good,” she whispered into his mouth. “So good.”
He felt exactly the same, but was a little too overwhelmed to say so. Alex pulled back, slowly, withdrawing most of his length before sinking back into her again. Onyx purred.
“More,” she beckoned. “More,” she said again a few moments later, and as he increased his pace, she simply whispered, “more.” They started out slow, grinding together deeply and feeling one another out, but as she became used to him and their excitement built, the fear of being too rough faded.
Eventually, Alex let go of all restraint. Onyx felt herself pounded and invaded by that beautiful cock, wanting no less than everything Alex had in him. They gave up on kissing, gave up on affection, anything but this frenzied fuck that they both so desperately needed. Onyx tightened around him, enjoying another wet, panting climax, but he didn’t stop or even slow down. It only made her orgasm better. He fucked her right through that rush, leaving her delirious with pleasure for a while, until she came back to her senses and saw him above her with his torso mostly upright as he continued his single-minded mission of fucking her out of her mind again.
Though she gave it little thought in the moment, she would later have a hard time thinking of anything that had ever felt so comprehensively good. They were friends. They shared intimacy and trust. The sex left her in awe. When they began, she had felt self-conscious about the way he admired her beauty, but now that he was over her and inside her she gloried in his adoring and hungry stare.
The only thing that could compare was falling in love. And it was love that let her be here with him in the first place.
She lay beneath him and luxuriated in his selfish assault until they were both brought to orgasm, his first and now her third. This time, Onyx felt it coming on. She saw it in his face, too, and whispered encouraging words, whatever she could think of — probably sounding like every random porn in the world, she would think later — begging him to let go.
He came with a loud groan of pleasure and relief that matched her panting breath.
She drew him close, wrapping her arms around him and wanting him to stay inside her. He would probably have to pull out, she knew. She’d heard and read more than enough about this. But having come twice from intercourse on top of what he’d already done to her with his mouth, Onyx’s expectations were already completely bowled over. She was beyond satisfied already.
As such, she was amazed when he began slowly grinding in and out of her again. “More?” he asked quietly as he kissed her ear.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Hell yes.”
* * *
Lorelei had a hell of a time getting back to Alex’s house that afternoon.
She felt everything. Felt her body romanced and her flesh devoured, felt herself magnificently and fiercely taken and cuddled and caressed and ravished all over again. Everything had that rush of a first time, with her own so far in the past that she couldn’t even remember it and hardly even gave it any thought in the last thousand years.
Onyx wasn’t a virgin by Lorelei’s interpretation. She’d made love before, Lorelei knew now. There was no sensation that fit the breach of a hymen. But this was her first experience with a man. Lorelei was absolutely sure of that.