Sam stood up off the couch and walked over to where I was sitting. She sat down on my lap and leaned in. "I'm going to kiss you now," she whispered.
She leaned in, and I didn't stop her. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I wanted this just as much as her. The kiss was hot and intense. She moaned into my mouth. She liked what we were doing right now. I figured it would have been sloppy, considering we're both drunk. But, nope, it was perfect.
She was on top of me, still making out with me. I left her there. She seemed to like what she was doing. I fisted my fingers into her hair and pulled softly. She moaned again. Her hands started to explore my body, starting at my chest. Her hands worked down to my abs, and I couldn't help but moan as her hands went lower and lower until she grabbed my dick.
She moved her hand around my shaft and continued her work. It was enough to make me hard. She was giving me a hand job and I was loving every second of it. "Fuck, Sam." I breathed out.
She blushed feverishly. "Am I doing it right?" She mumbled against my lips.
"You're perfect. Keep going." I mumbled, as she continued to caress my cock and kiss me. I knew I was getting ready to release, but I didn't want to cum until I was inside her. "My turn," I mumbled.
I flipped us over, so she was on bottom. We were both fully clothed. I should have taken her up to my room, but my parents wouldn't be coming home, and I wanted her, now. "What do you want me to do to you, Samantha?" I asked her, looking down at her.
"Anything." She mumbled, pulling me to lock her lips against mine.
"Have it your way," I smirked. I pulled her shirt up over her shoulders, she was in a red lace bra. I stared at her chest. "Hot," I hissed.
I used one of my hands to cup her breast over the bra and started to kiss her on the lips again. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, and both of our tongues battled for dominance, I won.
I brought my other hand lower and placed it on her thigh over the jeans, making her squirm. "Do you want me to touch you here?" I asked her.
"Please," she begged.
I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, taking them off her completely. She was now just in her red lace bra and red lace panties. "Fuck," I hissed. "You look so good."
She looked at me and blushed. I leaned over her again and continued to kiss her.
"I'm practically naked, and you still have all your clothes on," she whined.
"All the power to you, to remove them." I mumbled.
I smirked as she grabbed my shirt and took it off me. She stared at my chest. "I never thought of you in this way before."
"You didn't or didn't allow yourself?" I asked her, taunting her as she moved her hands all over my chest.
"The second option." She admitted. She unbuckled my jeans and pushed them off as low as she could get it. I kicked them off the remainder of the way. "Better," she replied, admiring my body in just a pair of boxers.
She leaned in and started to kiss me again. I broke the kiss and realized we were on the couch. "There is no way I'm having sex with you for the first time on the couch," I mumbled against her mouth. "Grad your clothes, we're going up to my bedroom."
"You never sleep with girls in your bedroom," she whined. "I want this now, Hunter."
"You're not most girls," I kissed her quickly. "I want to do this right."
"Fine," she replied. She picked up her clothes and we both walked upstairs.
Once the door was closed, she pushed me back against the door and jumped up and wrapped her legs around my torso, kissing me.
I held onto her by her ass and continued to kiss her. The kiss got more intense as we desperately wanted each other. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She let it come off easily and I threw it on the floor.
I walked her over to the bed, not breaking the kiss. I laid her down and leaned over her. "Take it off," she whispered.
"What?"
"Your boxers. Take them off," I did what she told me to do. She took her panties off. We were both completely naked and were staring at each other.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked her.
"You're the only one I could picture doing this with," she admitted.
I leaned over her and started to kiss her. I moved my hand lower, giving her time to tell me to stop. She moaned in ecstasy. I placed a finger insider her clit, stroking. "How does it feel?" I asked her.
"Fuck," she moaned. "I didn't know how good this could feel," she confessed.
"You're so wet for me," I mumbled.
I put two fingers inside of her, pumping harder. She moaned in pure bliss. "Fuck," she whimpered.
She started to scream as she came undone. When she came down from her high, I took my fingers out of her clit and licked them. "Fuck, you taste good." I admitted.
"I want you inside me," she said, looking up at me.
"What?" I asked her, not knowing if I heard her correctly.
"You heard me. I want you to fuck me."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I got above her, placing my hands beside her head so I wouldn't place my weight on her. I slipped my dick inside of her and she whimpered in pain. I stayed there for a minute, giving her time to adjust. "Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yes, I'm fine. I want this. Just fuck me. Don't make me beg, Hunter."
I pulled out of her and slid back into her. She groaned. She wrapped her legs around my waist to give me better access. I continued to glide inside of her. "Fuck, Hunter." She whimpered.
I pumped into her again. "Tell me how much you like it," I demanded.
"Hunter," she whimpered. "'Ah, it feels so good." She glided her nails across my back, and I hissed in bliss.
"Fuck, Sam." I continued to slide into her, and she continued to glide her hands across my back, sure to leave marks.
I started to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, making her moan even louder. I kissed her all over, finding her sensitive spot right below her ear.
"I'm close, Hunter. Keep going, don't stop," she moaned.
I slammed into her again and again. It wasn't long until she released, and I quickly followed suit.
"Fuck," she moaned. "That was amazing."
"I couldn't agree more." I replied, kissing her forehead.
That wasn't the only time either, we spent the whole night fucking.
I woke up with a start and realized two things. One, I loved every second of us fucking. Two, I didn't wear a condom for any of the times we had sex. We both had multiple orgasms. Oh no.
Shit.
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The Path to Love
Teen FictionHunter Thomas is everything a girl could want. He's popular, in line for the head CEO of Thomas Enterprises, smart, and your typical fuck boy. Samantha Dawson is Hunter's best friend. She is the only girl that can wear his clothes, sleep in his bed...