In the Flower Field

Eight: Purity

"Want me to make it up to you?" You questioned, Tate was curious what you meant. He was going to ask you to elaborate but his words got caught in his throat. You were quick to straddle Tate leaning down so your lips are almost touching his. His cheeks flared up at the attention. You were so close to him he couldn't take the anticipation he slammed his lips against yours.

 He was putty in your hands, his mind going fuzzy when he felt your lips trail down your neck. You leave love bites all along his neck turning the skin blue and purple. Tate was a whimpering mess under you, his hips rolling into you. His brain was going blank, he was feeling completely overwhelmed. He had never felt this way before no one has ever touched him like this. Every light touch of your lips and hand felt magnified.

Your hands were running up his shirt he felt light headed. Everything was happening so fast he felt overwhelmed, his breathing was getting heavy and his hands were shaking. He could feel himself getting harder, his dick straining against his pants. You kept grinding yourself on him eliciting small moans from him. You had been wanting to touch him like this forever and now that you have him you'll never let go. You were lifting his shirt up when you finally noticed his hands shaking.

Tate had told you before that he was a virgin. You loved the idea of being the only person to ever touch him. Now though in the moment you felt awful for not taking this slower. You can remember how nervous he was just to tell you he was a virgin. Not to mention when the two of you make out he gets nervous about where to put his hands. You felt terrible for not noticing before that he was nervous. Tate had a pout on his face when you pulled away a whimper leaving him as well. He brought his hands up trying to pull you back to him. You never wanted to pressure him. He kept trying to pull you against him but you didn't budge. "Are you okay Tate I don't want to pressure you" you suggest the two of you stop.

He's quick to shake his head his hands pulling you once again "Don't stop please keep touching me." This time you let him pull you back down pressing your lips against his again. You move slower this time running your hands under his shirt. Fingers grazing his skin, his muscles tense under your touch. He had the softest skin. He was more responsive this time, his hand on your waist, his fingers brushing at your skin underneath. He was too scared to make the first move. You pull your lips from him just enough to lift yours and his shirt off.

It was obvious he was nervous again, his eyes looking anywhere but your chest. You couldn't help but laugh a little. You lead him grabbing his hand and placing it on your bra his face flushed at the contact. "look at me" he does as he's told, his eyes locking on your bra. You continue to whisper words of reassurance as he removes your bra. Finally seeing your chest bare. He catches himself holding his breath at the sight.

Tate seemed to feel more confident in himself at the sight of your chest. His mouth placing light kisses on the skin before enveloping your nipple in his mouth. The pace picked up the two of you clouded by lust. Clothes are going everywhere while hands are roaming the newly revealed skin. Both of you are thankful that the field is somewhat hidden from prying eyes.

You couldn't help but stare at Tates dick, you often wondered what it would look like. It was leaking precum, the tip was a bright red resembling his face in a way. Your mouth watered at the sight you'd have to give him a blowjob next time. Right now you just wanted to feel him inside of you. You knew he wasn't going to last long but you needed him.

Tate flinched when you touched his dick he felt so sensitive. If you blew on him he was sure he would cum. He was right in the end as soon as you sank down on his dick he came. He felt so embarrassed he didn't last two seconds. He was still hard though that let him keep some face.

You were confused when you felt warmth fill the inside of you but when you looked down you realized what had happened. He was still hard though you would have been so frustrated if he left you like this. You started to lift yourself up and down on his dick watching as his cum rolled down your thighs. The sight made you moan, you were determined to get your orgasm. You continued to lift yourself up and down, gradually increasing your pace. You let one of your hands fall to your clit playing with it. Tate started to thrust up into you. He loved the way you'd clench around him every time he moved his hips.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, throwing your head back and letting out a loud moan. Tate came at the feeling of you tightening around him. Heavy breathing filled the air as the two of you tried to calm down. You collapsed against his chest, moving your head into his neck. You place light kisses whispering small 'I love yous' and telling him what a great job he did. He loved the praise. The two of you reluctantly pulled away from each other. Getting dressed Tate and you both agree the two of you need a shower. He grabs your hand leading you back to his room. There was a whole new atmosphere around the two of you.