town to his place. He led me down into his basement bedroom. It smelled like some ventilation, but I ignored it, as his kisses fell over my neck and chest.
I felt his hardness press into my stomach as he lifted my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra. His mouth found my breasts, licking and sucking one and then the other. I pulled back and shimmied out of my pants and underwear.
Billy groaned and kicked off his shoes and flung off his clothes. I leaned back as he stalked over me, his lean muscles working. I gripped his length and caressed him as he had caressed my hands. He let out a heavy breath above me.
He leaned down and pushed his tongue in my mouth, pressing deep and thick inside me. I tugged at his erection as he kissed me hard. I moaned against his mouth as he pressed his fingers inside my swollen slit. He pumped his fingers into me, pressing against my desire.
Reaching over my head, he pulled a condom from the bedside table and rolled it over his member. He kissed down my body and lathed the tender flesh between my legs with this wet tongue.
When he climbed up to face me, he claimed my mouth and my core at the same time. I groaned under his deep, consuming kiss as he penetrated deep into me. Billy held me tight, moved into me in intense, waving thrusts.
His love making was so overwhelming, I lost myself in him. My body exploded continuously as he held me under him. I couldn’t move; I could barely breathe, but my orgasms rose and crested, gushing over me in an endless stream of pleasure.
When he released my mouth, a tortured cry escaped my lips. With that, he lifted my hands over my head and held my wrists with one hand while he fondled my breasts and pushed the last of his throbbing desire into me. I felt him erupt, and he groaned into my neck as his climax seeped from him.
We stayed there for a long moment. I clung to him for dear life. I didn’t know what was happening to me. My body adored him, craved him. He seemed to know how to push me over the edge into mind blowing intensity. He rolled off of me, taking his warmth with him. It felt as if I had lost part of myself. I sat up in the bed. Why did I feel that way?
I shook my head, trying to understand what was happening to me. I was stronger than this. I couldn’t be so attached to someone I just met a few weeks ago. The sex was amazing, he was sweet, we had an easy intimacy, but my growing need for him was too much.
I couldn’t let myself be so attached. Billy made me feel like I wanted to give everything up and spend the rest of my life adoring him, following him, and waiting patiently for the next time he’d fuck me or give me a gift. I couldn’t let that happen to me.
No. I couldn’t give in to that feeling. I had to get away from this relationship, no matter how hard it might be. He was simply too much, too intense, too overwhelming. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me down on the bed to rest on his chest. A tear fell from my eye and trickled down to fall on his skin.
“Are you crying?”
“No. I’m just tired.”
“Is everything alright?”
“It’s just, this relationship is moving so fast. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“You don’t have to be uncomfortable. I’ll take care of everything. We’ll move at whatever pace you want.”
“I don’t think we can, Billy. You have one speed and it’s turbo drive.”
“Maybe,” he said, pulling me into him and kissing my forehead. He sighed heavily and caressed my arm with his other hand. “Just try not to worry about it, okay?”
“Billy…”
“Shhhh. It’s fine. It will all be fine.”
I didn’t think it would be fine, but I didn’t want to argue with him. I rested my head against the steady beat of his heart and closed my eyes.
There was a knock at the door of Billy’s room, and I roused from my comfortable position on the bed. The cat jumped off my feet and scampered away. I stared at Billy as he sat up and looked at his cellphone clock.
“Billy,
I felt his hardness press into my stomach as he lifted my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra. His mouth found my breasts, licking and sucking one and then the other. I pulled back and shimmied out of my pants and underwear.
Billy groaned and kicked off his shoes and flung off his clothes. I leaned back as he stalked over me, his lean muscles working. I gripped his length and caressed him as he had caressed my hands. He let out a heavy breath above me.
He leaned down and pushed his tongue in my mouth, pressing deep and thick inside me. I tugged at his erection as he kissed me hard. I moaned against his mouth as he pressed his fingers inside my swollen slit. He pumped his fingers into me, pressing against my desire.
Reaching over my head, he pulled a condom from the bedside table and rolled it over his member. He kissed down my body and lathed the tender flesh between my legs with this wet tongue.
When he climbed up to face me, he claimed my mouth and my core at the same time. I groaned under his deep, consuming kiss as he penetrated deep into me. Billy held me tight, moved into me in intense, waving thrusts.
His love making was so overwhelming, I lost myself in him. My body exploded continuously as he held me under him. I couldn’t move; I could barely breathe, but my orgasms rose and crested, gushing over me in an endless stream of pleasure.
When he released my mouth, a tortured cry escaped my lips. With that, he lifted my hands over my head and held my wrists with one hand while he fondled my breasts and pushed the last of his throbbing desire into me. I felt him erupt, and he groaned into my neck as his climax seeped from him.
We stayed there for a long moment. I clung to him for dear life. I didn’t know what was happening to me. My body adored him, craved him. He seemed to know how to push me over the edge into mind blowing intensity. He rolled off of me, taking his warmth with him. It felt as if I had lost part of myself. I sat up in the bed. Why did I feel that way?
I shook my head, trying to understand what was happening to me. I was stronger than this. I couldn’t be so attached to someone I just met a few weeks ago. The sex was amazing, he was sweet, we had an easy intimacy, but my growing need for him was too much.
I couldn’t let myself be so attached. Billy made me feel like I wanted to give everything up and spend the rest of my life adoring him, following him, and waiting patiently for the next time he’d fuck me or give me a gift. I couldn’t let that happen to me.
No. I couldn’t give in to that feeling. I had to get away from this relationship, no matter how hard it might be. He was simply too much, too intense, too overwhelming. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me down on the bed to rest on his chest. A tear fell from my eye and trickled down to fall on his skin.
“Are you crying?”
“No. I’m just tired.”
“Is everything alright?”
“It’s just, this relationship is moving so fast. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“You don’t have to be uncomfortable. I’ll take care of everything. We’ll move at whatever pace you want.”
“I don’t think we can, Billy. You have one speed and it’s turbo drive.”
“Maybe,” he said, pulling me into him and kissing my forehead. He sighed heavily and caressed my arm with his other hand. “Just try not to worry about it, okay?”
“Billy…”
“Shhhh. It’s fine. It will all be fine.”
I didn’t think it would be fine, but I didn’t want to argue with him. I rested my head against the steady beat of his heart and closed my eyes.
There was a knock at the door of Billy’s room, and I roused from my comfortable position on the bed. The cat jumped off my feet and scampered away. I stared at Billy as he sat up and looked at his cellphone clock.
“Billy,
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