Crina

Crina's Weakness

"Is this what you really want, my lady?"

I have kissed many boys. Even Roy turned out to be a boy in men's clothing. Byron knew what he was doing. For the first time, I wanted more than kisses. Even though this man was older than my father.

Our kisses paused and I looked up at Byron. I looked at him and saw someone I shouldn't be kissing. Someone I shouldn't want to kiss.

But he wanted me. His eyes were alight with a yearning that I adored. I reveled in his desire for me. Wanting to be wanted. His hand caressed my chin while his other hand slid down my backside.

My heart started to pound in my chest. Did I really want this? There was silence as his eyes burrowed into mine. I couldn't look away, especially once his fingers slid deep in between my thighs. My body was fire and all I wanted was to burn on my pyre. Byron was that pyre.

"Right now, more than anything."

He grinned and slipped his hand from my chin to the back of my head. Holding me into a kiss I moved my own hands downward. I was playing with his belt. Fiddling, I didn't know how to undo the clasp.

Byron chuckled through our kisses. He pulled his hand away from my thighs, pushing down my panties as he brought that hand to mine at his belt. I felt my panties drop to the floor as Byron unclasped his belt and brought my hand to what was inside.

He guided me, still in my heels, out from my panties on the floor to his bed. I laughed as I felt his length grow in my hand. I'd felt this before. All the boys I kissed at my father's house would grow stiff through their pants and I felt that. But, to feel it grow in your hand - to know the true size was something new.

Byron pulled away from my lips, his breathing heavy. "Something funny, Drisband?" I bit my lip, my body was aching for something I have never felt before.

"Nothing." I put my other hand on his now firm cock. "I'm just really excited." I leaned up, trying to whisper the words in his ear.

I felt the pull on my breasts release as Byron unclasped my brassiere. He leaned me down onto his bed ever so slowly. His eyes were filled with fire as his thumb trailed down from my lips to my collar bone. Pulling the last vestige of my purity down from my chest. I let the brassiere slide down my arms and watched as Byron tossed it to the floor.

I wanted to say something then. A smart comment. Something typically me but nothing came. He was silent looking down at my body. Drinking me in. I shivered. I laid sideways on the bed, my legs open and hanging over the edge. My heels were still on.

He put a finger into my mouth. My arms were fallen to the side. Heat was radiating from my lower half. I sucked down on his finger as I moved my hands to touch myself. His cock was hard and promising to enter but Byron was grinning watching me. He was teasing me.

"You really want this? My cock?" I nodded with his finger in my mouth. "You're eager, aren't you?" I leaned my head back onto the mattress as Byron pulled his finger away. I expected him then. To enter me softly and kiss me sweetly. Instead, I felt myself be forcefully flipped onto my stomach, my back arched as Byron pulled me up by my hair. Then finally, a sharp threading of pain as I felt Byron force his length deep inside my core.

I cried out. Both in surprise and pain. I felt tears well up in my eyes as Byron jerked my head back by my hair with every thrust.

I lost track of how many times he pulled me by my hair before letting go. My head fell onto the bed. I moaned. There was a puddle of drool where my mouth landed.

I was gathering my thoughts when I felt him grab me by my arms. Pulling me from just below my shoulders. That's when the shock fell away.

This felt good. Real good. The pain was long gone and instead, every thrust left my whole body bursting with some carnal promise. I didn't even realize I was screaming until Byron again let go and dropped my face into the bedsheets.

He grabbed onto my hips and held them there. I tried to move - to continue our dirty dance but he was chuckling as he pushed pressure deep inside my wide-spread legs.

"Don't stop..." I whined, grasping at the sheets. My whole body was pulsating at the precipice.

"Say the words, Drisband, and I'll let you finish." I felt like crying he was being unfair.

"What words? Please? Please, don't stop Byron... I want it so bad." I started circling my hips trying to start moving again.

"The words, Drisband!" One hand pressed down on my lower back the other jerked me up by my hair.

"Oww! I don't know the words! Byron... I'm so close..." He pulled my hair tighter and my body was screaming for more I didn't care about the pain.

"What are you?" He spewed the hot words out onto the back of my neck. "Tonight all you are is mine." I squirmed in his grasp. "The words, Drisband!"

I paused, aching. "Yours! I'm yours! Please... Byron..." He was breathing heavily. But with those words, his hands were on my hips. Keeping me in place as he thrust without mercy.

I felt my legs. They had long since gone numb. They were limp and aching yet I first felt the burst in my toes. It started there and ran up my legs to my core. With every thrust, I felt it come and waiver before coming back in larger bursts. I moaned as it finally hit a crescendo. My body was burning in the after pleasure. Even my mouth was numb.

Byron grabbed me by my hair and I felt a hot burst seed. "Take it all, Drisband." He did one final thrust before I felt his cock limp inside me. He pulled out and let go of my hair. I fell limp onto the bed with an audible clap.

I was nothing more than a breathing heap. My rear was high up in the air, my legs too unstable to stand I felt the floor beneath my legs grow wet as my body began dripping like honey onto the floor. I could even feel the heat of Byron's seed dripping down and out.

That's when I heard the door shut. Byron had come and gone. "Byron..." My voice was hoarse. I waited in the silence of my breath. It felt like all night passed before I crawled up the bed and into the covers.