Vivienne
Reed’s lip crash down on mine, his heavy, masculine moans flooding my mouth. His hands get lost in my hair as I press my body into his. He’s hard, and his erection juts into my belly, making me dizzy.
“You’re…” I trail off, suddenly uncomfortable with putting words to what I’m feeling.
“Hard,” he says, taking my hand, pressing it to the front of his chino shorts. “You want to feel me?” Reed moves my palm up and down his shaft and a rush of arousal seeps into my panties from the feel of him. I have no frame of reference, but he feels big,so big, and I want it. I want it so bad.
“How does it feel?” he asks, voice smokey and raspy. The bonfire in the distance throws soft plumes of smoke into the sky, dissolving amongst the purples and blues of evening.
I drop to my knees and bring my hands to the button onhis pants. He catches my hands before I can get to the zipper. I look up and Reed, the most handsome boy I’ve ever met, looks down at me.
“Vivienne,” he says, saying my name for the first time. God it sounds good.
“Please, Reed. I need this. I need you.” It’s the only way I know how to tell him I may die if I don’t touch him, if I don’t feel him push inside of me and break down my barriers, touch me in ways a man touches a woman, bring his lips to my ear and let me hear what my name sounds like riding a beautiful, masculine moan.
He takes himself out as the tide swims up the shore, washing between my toes and soaking my knees. Somewhere on the other side of the beach, someone lights a firecracker, sending sharp glints of purples, reds and pinks through the dark blue night sky. He strokes, and I place my hands on his thighs, not sure what to do.
It’s so big, and thick, I think, and the veins running down the center are so intimidating but also so erotic. “Reach down,” he says, “lift your dress and touch yourself while you suck me.”
I lift the hem of my new gingham dress; the booze and my desires keep me warm as the breeze rolls off the water. Tugging my panties aside, a single niggle of self consciousness trails down my spine, but before I overanalyze, Reed grabs my chin in his free hand, bringing our eyes together.
“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he rasps, then he feeds his cock into my mouth, pushing himself deeper on my tongue. He’s wide, and my jaw immediately feels the stretch, burning at the hinges. “That’s right,” he groans as I slide my fingers overmy clit, swollen and sticky. I’ve been aching for this moment for years. “Rub that pussy and keep working your tongue,” he guides as I curve my tongue, stroking the underside of his cock. He fucks my face in slow strokes. He never gives me more than I can take, his hips moving at the perfect pace.
The feel of his hard cock in my mouth, the salty taste at the back of my throat, the look in his eyes when I peer up at him with a full mouth–it’s so good. Better than my fantasies, better than everything I’ve ever imagined. My hand works faster, but I’m so close already, I don’t know if I should let go. The alcohol keeps my body comfortable on my knees, impenetrable to the occasional wash of cool water over my feet and knees, and the sporadic breeze that blows through my thin dress. Truth is, alcohol may have given me courage but I would fight any discomfort to have this moment.
I lean back, and his cock bobs in front of me, slick and glistening in the moonlight. A pearly drop of fluid appears at the slit, and I swipe it with my finger, plunging it onto my tongue with a moan. “I want you inside me,” I breathe, getting to my feet. I don’t know if I’m saying and doing the right things, but if I’m not, he doesn’t tell me.
Reed, holding his cock at the base, stuffs himself away and takes my hand. Ten paces away lies the small alcove, where Reed puts his glasses back on before taking off his shirt, laying it down in the patch of dry sand. I want to look at the makeshift bed he’s making, but my eyes roam his chest, the carved definition of his pecs and the knotted muscle of his belly. There’s a scattering of curls trailing down his torso, disappearing beneath the band of his boxers.
“Vivienne,” he whispers, motioning to the spot where he’s laid out his shorts and shirt for us. He steps towardme, eyes on mine as he hooks his thumbs in his boxers, yanking them down. His cock bobs between us again and I swear my mouth waters as I grab it, stroking him as if I’m experienced. He moans like I know just what I’m doing, hooking a finger in the top of the corset, pulling the ties loose. His eyes never leave mine while he unties me, then tugs my dress and panties off. Completely naked, anyone could see us here with just a five minute walk down the beach, but that makes it more exciting. A first time I’ll never forget.
He falls to his knees for me the way I fell to mine for him, and takes my hips in his possessive grip, looking up at me. The moonlight illuminates the strength in his features, and I suck in a sharp breath at his beauty, and the ethereal perfection of this moment.
“Are you okay?” He asks, his thumbs working soft circles over my hip bones. I nod, letting my head fall back, the ends of my hair grazing my naked butt. Everything feels so good tonight. Everything feels so right. Maybe this is just what a first time feels like? Maybe this is Reed? I don’t know. I want to know, I want it to span beyond tonight so I can figure it out, but I know that this, more than likely, is just a boozy one time thing.
I can’t think of that now. All I can think about is ending the ache in my body, the yearning in my heart tofinallymake love.
“I’m good, please, I want you. I want you, Reed. I’ve wanted you my whole life,” I whisper, my words whiny, needy, depicting me just as I am in the moment.
He doesn’t point out that we’ve only just met but instead, he kisses my pussy, making me moan. His tonguesweeps between my lips, opening me up in new ways. But then again, it’s all new tonight. It’s all new to me.
“You taste good,” he purrs, licking my clit, making my thighs tremble. “You taste so sweet, Viv,” he adds, but I can’t take it. I need more. I need him.
“Reed,please,” I moan, stroking my hand through his soft hair. “More,” I beg.
He stands, grabbing himself, pressing the head of his cock into my clit. “Oh my god,” I pant, looking down at his hand moving himself through my lips, teasing me, driving us closer and closer to the edge.
“More how?” he asks, a tiny smirk on his lips.
“Inside me, I want to feel you inside me,” I moan, watching as he presses the slick head of himself to my clit, a thread of arousal stringing between us as he pulls it back.
“Tell me what you want, Vivienne,” he whispers. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. Say it, sayfuck me Reed,” he commands, his tone quiet but his expression loud.
Looping my arms around his neck, I pull him down into a hot, wet kiss, my heart racing a mile a minute. Back at the bonfire, Brooke laughs loudly, and the sound of my new friend having a good time makes this moment that much more perfect.
I break the kiss, and move my tongue over his lips. “I want you to fuck me, Reed,” I breathe, dragging the sentence out slowly, over enunciating to drive home how sure I am.
He tips me back against the clothes, positioning my ass over the center of his t-shirt. “We’re gonna get your clothes dirty,” I tell him, concerned that when we come back to the bonfire, everyone will know.
