We were together three months now. Jarrel decided that it was high time to go on a date. So he carried me to the beach. We had a great time. That was the first day that we actually spent together, by ourselves. When we went out, it would either be my family or his. Honestly, I preferred his to mine’s but oh well. We weren’t expected home until ten, so we had three hours to do whatever the hell we wanted. We wandered a little way off into the bushes to get some privacy. He laid down the blanket on the sand and signalled to me, to come and join him. We were very particular about having sex before marriage, so I was kind of hesitant to be anywhere near him, while we were out there alone. I went to him and sat at the edge of the blanket. His hands curled around me, I wanted to embrace him but instead I pushed away. He got up and went off to I don’t know where. I slid my slippers off my feet and laid down on the blanket, on my back. The sun was beating down upon my body, suddenly a figure blocked the harsh sun from my face. He stooped down and leant towards me, and I felt the hot, sweet breath of Jarrel. The breath in my throat was stifled by this sudden change in behaviour. I felt his lips on me. They were light and persuasive, while his tongue stroked my bottom lip in helping it to part, for him to explore the feminine side of me. His hands moved, slowly cupping my breasts, his thumbs stroking their tender crests. His touch, although light and gentle, I still shivered beneath it, my tremors increasing as I gradually became aware of the feelings that Jarrel’s touch were arousing, deep inside of me. Beneath his delicate caresses, I could feel my nipples growing harder, burgeoning like delicate flowers opening to the sun. The pads of his thumbs lingered on the hard nubs of my breasts. My panties were soaking wet, and he was making me want him now more than ever before. He had pinned my back against the blanket before I could move. The faintly rough fabric of his casual shirt rubbed hard against my breasts. he placed the full weight of his body on me. He was definitely turned on, for I felt the throbbing of his erected penis, that just made my pussy wetter, and I longed for him even more. Hard against my body, his fingers curled into my hair and tightened almost painfully but it was a good pain. His lips were back against mine’s, this time, there was no lightly persuasive strokes of his lips and tongue against my mouth, just a hungry, angry pressure as it slanted across my mouth, enveloping me in a fierce sexual tide of mingled rage and need. He released one of his hands from my hair and used that free hand to grip my waist as I arched, forcing me against the length of his hard, masculine, muscular body. He caressed my lips with his tongue and slid both his hands down my body to explore the rest of my feminine world with his long, wide hands. My hair was tousled and my shirt was halfway off. A few buttons came undone on his shirt, revealing the manly physique that he so offen hid. I flinched back automatically from the contact of his rough chest hair and the tender peaks of my breasts. “Your breasts fit perfectly into my hands,” demonstrating the truth of his words. His mouth hovered over me as he breathed the words. I started to quiver as he started slowly circling my breast with his fingers. I moaned with pleasure and was filled with ecstasy. It took me a lot of effort to draw my breath as Jarrel bent his head to the soft swell of my breast. I made a throaty sound and let out a groan. “I want you, touch me, feel me, kiss me Jarrel,” this time his mouth played with my lips teasing and tormenting my lips into quivering responsiveness until they clung to his and parted eagerly to the conquering thrust of his tongue. Jarrel’s tongue was drawing erotic circles around my nipples. I was swimming in the sea of my wetness. He slid his middle finger down to my pussy and brought it back up to his mouth and then said something that I didn’t quite catch and groaned huskily, a deep shudder tensed his body against mine, as his teeth grated slightly over my bare responsive flesh and I uttered a soft moan. “I want you,” Jarrel said. His hands moved to my hips, he was breathing heavily, his hands trembled faintly as he caressed me in rapid, urgent strokes. He moved slowly down my body, kissing every little nook and cranny that he found. He kissed my pussy, and I started dripping. He licked up every single drop of sweetness that came from my pussy. He slipped his tongue in and explored and flicked my cilt. He sucked for a while, until he came up for breath. I took his finger and stuck it in my mouth and then handed it to him, he took that same finger and shoved it up my pussy. It felt so good coming from him. So many nights, I’ve dreamt about the day that Jarrel would make sweet love to me, it was finally coming through. He pulled out his middle finger and sucked it, then stuck in two fingers. While he was fucking me with his finger, I knelt over him and kissed him with such force and such need that we both ended ripping the rest of each other’s clothes off and all my weight was on top of him. I rode in tune with every thrust of his hips. He slid slowly into me and then quicken his pace. I let out a moan for every thrust. He rolled me over, so he would be on top and thrusted harder and harder, needing it more and more every passing second. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my nails dug into his back, feeling like my insides were bursting. I reached up and kissed him with a fierce passion and rolled him over. I knelt over him and dropped hard on rode, leaving him moaning and muttering my name against my skin. He got up and pulled me to the edge of the bed, Slowly, he inserted his penis into me, thrusting in and pulling out gently. We were both close to cumming so he changed his pace from slow to fast and was blowing my mind. With his last powerful thrust, that was it, I wanted to scream, it felt like my whole body was on fire. With a quick movement he pulled his penis out and cum shot out in straight into my mouth. I swallowed quick and easy. It was delicious. I realised that I didn’t give him a blow-job or even a hand-job so I decided to give him a little extra, you know for all his good work. He had already lain down in bed, for sex really takes the energy from everyone, I went up to his lips and kissed him slow and long. He was aroused, I could feel it. So I slid down to his penis and put my mouth over it. Wetting it with saliva and sliding my tongue up and down his shaft. I pulled away and lightly traced my tongue around the head of his 12 inch penis. My mouth became quite tired so I took my hand I jocked him until he was about to cum. Once again, I opened my mouth wide and ready to receive his “protein”. With that, we kissed each other good night and sweet dreams and curled up with each other and being so tired from the great sex that we just had, we fell asleep immediately. The end.
