Kelly

I LIFT SUTTON'S SMALL BODY OVER MY SHOULDER, ignoring her squeal, and carry her across the dark house to her room. I give her ass one firm slap before I drop her onto her bed.

She stares up at me, her eyes swirling with a mix of anticipation and nerves. I grip her thigh as I look down at her, trying to read her for guidance on how to proceed. "We don't have to do this now. We can wait. Take it slow."

She holds her hands out to me. An invitation.

When I don't budge, she sits up, gets to her knees, and slowly removes my borrowed flannel, the shirt dropping off her shoulders and pooling behind her on the bed, leaving her braless in the tight tank top. The shirt clings to her skin in spots where water transferred from my shirt to hers. Her erect nipples poke through the thin, damp cotton material, and my eyes snag there.

When I still don't move, she fingers the hem of the tank top, lifting it a few inches to expose the golden skin of her stomach, and I rush forward to stop her.

With my hands covering hers, I grunt, "That's my job."

She drops her hands to her sides with a smirk, and she waits while I take her in. My eyes roam over her, soaking in every detail. The perky tits tempting me beneath her shirt. The curvy hips inviting me to grab them. The thighs slightly parted, knees pressed firmly into the mattress.

I meet her eyes as I slowly caress my fingers up her sides, raising goosebumps in their wake, trailing along her collar bone to snake one hand around her neck under her hair and the other to trace her lips. I angle her head back and softly take her mouth in a slow kiss that I end by trailing kisses down her neck and to her cleavage. Taking her left nipple into my mouth over the shirt, I bite down softly, and she runs her fingers into my wet hair, arching into me.

I lift up to watch her reaction as I remove her tank top, tossing it aside. With slightly shaky hands, I palm both boobs and squeeze, eliciting a hiss from her mouth. I study the way they fit in my hands as I massage them, commit them to my memory.

"Better than my imagination did justice," I say, my thumbs grazing over her nipples. She sucks in a breath, grabbing onto my forearms to steady herself on the bed, and I take a moment to appreciate the color heating her cheeks.

"You're beautiful, Sutton. So fucking beautiful."

I bend to pay attention to her right tit with my mouth, kissing, biting, sucking, leaving little hickeys in my wake. The sight of my marks on her body excites me, and I feel the rush of heat down to my cock.

"Kelly," she whimpers.

"Yes, baby girl?"

She paws at the hem of my shirt, and I let her remove it, my damp skin prickling once exposed to the air. Tracing a finger over the black intricate details of my tattoos, she stops occasionally to kiss where her fingers trail. I force myself to stand there while she explores, my body taut and slightly trembling under her touch.

How long have I pictured a scene just like this? How many times have I imagined her hands on me? How often has she starred in my very graphic fantasies?

"I like your tattoos." Her voice is quiet, almost shy, and I like the idea that she might be as nervous as me.

A tattoo leads her straight to the waist of my jeans, and she follows it under, blindly feeling around until her fingers meet the flesh of the head of my dick. I suck in a breath, not completely prepared for the sensations the feather-light touch elicits.

She continues the exploration by brushing her fingertips along my hard length; and the way she gasps at the contact is so cute that I huff out a laugh. Her wide eyes jump up to me, a flash of insecurity worries her face, and I grip her cheeks in my hands, brushing my lips over hers in reassurance.

"I like your hands on me, Sutton. I've thought about this way more than I'm willing to admit."

The confession spurs her on.

Since there's not enough room in my damp pants to fist me, she unbuttons my jeans to create more space. I stop her before she can get far, though.

"It's my turn. I go first."

I lay her back onto the bed, kissing a path down her body until I come to the waist of her loose-fitting cotton sleep shorts. Slipping my hand inside, I'm met with her soft skin, no evidence of panties. I lock my shocked eyes with hers.

"What the fuck, baby girl? No panties? What if it was a man instead of a raccoon? You should consider sleeping in a full onesie."

"Or naked. It's safer in case of a fire. Your clothes can melt onto your skin."

"Sutton." I groan.

Before I'm able to continue my lecture, though, she grabs my face and kisses me, guiding my hand back down her panties to her pussy.

"Greedy, baby girl?" I ask after breaking away from her kiss. I slide a finger through her slit and smirk. "Don't try lying. Proof's on my finger."

She squeezes her legs together, stopping my hand. Shoving her legs apart, I circle my thumb over her clit. "Stop being a brat and I'll make you feel good."

She allows her legs to fall open; and when I pull her shorts off, I'm immediately at eye level with her pussy. Pressing a soft kiss against her, I breathe her in before I part her lips and locate her clit with my tongue, alternating between swirling my tongue around it and sucking it into my mouth.

She moans softly, knees coming up as she bucks into me. I grab her ass with both hands, pulling her to the edge of the bed, where I sink onto my knees on the floor and proceed to eat her out, inserting one finger and then two, pumping them into her until she's a writhing mess, riding my face and moaning her pleasure.

The whole thing—her smell, her taste, her noises, her hungry movements—has me aching to replace my fingers with my cock, and I grind against the edge of the bed for a little relief.

None of my fantasies could have ever prepared me for Sutton in full technicolor. She is breathtaking. So fucking sexy it hurts.

I reach up a hand to tweak her nipple as I nip at her clit, continuing to finger-fuck her.

"Kelly," she whisper-screams over and over as she climbs higher to the top and then plummets over. Her body spasms a few times before going completely still, limp as a noodle on the bed.

I chuckle, sitting back on my heels before her on the floor. "That good, huh?"

"Shhh," she hisses. "I need a minute. You just broke me."

I stand up to step out of my pants, dressed only in my black boxer briefs. She rolls to her side, resting her head on an outstretched arm and stares at me.

"What are you doing?" I ask gruffly. The only sounds in the room are from the storm still raging out the open bedroom window and our heavy breaths.

"Admiring you. Before I had to steal glances at you, and it was never long enough to get the whole picture. Spoiler alert: the whole picture does not disappoint."

I smirk, fingering the waistband of my boxers. "It's not the whole picture."

She slinks across the bed over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist, then sliding down to grip my ass with both hands, smashing our bodies together. My hard cock is wedged between us, my underwear the only barrier, and I groan when she moves against me.

"Sutton," I whisper, circling a hand around her neck to bring her attention back to my face. I lean down to take her lips; and she dips a hand in my boxers, and without warning fists my cock and pumps up and down with a firm grip.

"Fuck," I gasp into her mouth, breaking the kiss to look down at the scene.

I wiggle the boxers lower on my hips to reveal the show—I don't want to miss a minute of her hands on me—and I watch as she strokes my hard cock. Bending, she licks the tip of my dick, tongue swirling a few times before sucking it into her mouth, slowly taking me in deeper and deeper.

"Holy fuck, baby. It's too good," I hiss, gently pushing her away. "Not this time, though. This first time I'm coming inside you. But only after I make you see stars first."

I guide her back onto the bed as I remove my boxer briefs the rest of the way and then retrieve a condom from my wallet, rolling it on as I take in her naked body on the bed.

I shake my head as I crawl between her legs. "Jesus, Sutton, you're so beautiful."

Propping her legs up, I wrap them around my waist, my hard cock resting between us. The feel of her like this is sensation overload, and I can't help but move my hips in a circular motion. I smile as I tease the head of my cock against her pussy, occasionally bumping against her clit. She moans, circling her hips to match me and grinds against me for more friction.

"Kelly," she whines, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut. "Stop being so mean."

Fuck, she's a vision under me, and I'm struck dumb for a moment. Is this really real?

As if to answer my silent question in the affirmative, she reaches between us to place the head of my dick at her entrance and meets my gaze as she bucks up, causing the tip to dip inside her warm, wet pussy.

Instantly, my head bows on a groan, my body stiffening. "Hold on a second, baby," I grunt. "I'm going to need a minute." Or three. It's too much all at once.

As I fight the urge to rail into her in one smooth thrust, she yanks my head down to hers and steals a kiss. When our tongues brush each other in rough caresses, I begin to inch into her painstakingly slowly until I'm filling her completely.

We still, joined in the most sensual way, our bodies trembling with the effort to hit pause. I brush a few strands of hair off her face, running fingers across her flushed cheeks. "Baby girl," I say against her mouth before pressing my lips against hers for another kiss. This one sweet, full of promises. "Are you ready for this?"

She responds by trailing her fingers down my back until she's palming my ass with both hands, urging my body to take action. "If you're waiting for permission, the answer is yes, Kelly." She smacks my ass, jutting her hips up for encouragement.

I huff a laugh. "Brat."

Once I finally start moving in rhythmic motions, she follows my lead and matches my thrusts until the pace quickens and we're moving and writhing against each other.

If feels natural—like we've been doing this for lifetimes—yet so completely new that my body struggles with the dueling desires to discover all the things with this girl while also taking it slow.

Her fingers claw into the flesh of my ass, pumping my body into hers as if I'm not yet close enough although our bodies are plastered together, my face buried in her neck, inhaling the smell of her skin.

"Kelly," she whimpers, arching her back, fingers scraping up my spine. I'm fairly certain she won't be the only one left with souvenirs on her body when this is over with.

Suddenly, I flip us, pulling her on top of me. She shrieks in surprise. "I want to see you," I explain as I guide her back onto my cock. "Make us feel good, baby girl."

Slowly rising up and down on me, she soon finds a rhythm that has me panting. The sight of her riding me might be the best thing I've ever seen. Her tits jiggle with her movements, and I admire my marks on her skin. I palm her boobs, tweaking her nipples, paying attention to how her body reacts.

I'm desperate to learn everything about what makes her feel good. I'm a student to the pleasures of her body.

"You like a little pain, baby girl?" I pinch her nipples harder, and she hisses and picks up speed on top of me.

Grabbing her ass, I help her set a fast pace. She falls on me, breathless, clenching around my dick. "I'm close," she whispers, and I grit my teeth to ward off the impending finish from the tightness choking my cock.

I reach between us to rub her clit, and she jerks her hips in haphazard circles around my cock as she chases her pleasure, her breaths coming out in whispered gasps as she climbs and climbs until she falls on top of me with a long moan, her pussy pulsing aftershocks around me.

"Kelly." My name is a warm breath against my neck. Her body trembles on top of me, her heart beating erratically.

Without letting her catch her breath, I swiftly rotate us so she's on her stomach below me, and I prop her up on her hands and knees. I grip one hand on her neck and the other at her hip as I sink back into her from behind to seek my own pleasure. She screams as I bottom out, losing her balance and collapsing onto the bed on her belly. Hooking an arm under her waist, I hoist her ass back into the air, never missing a stride as I greedily pump into her.

"Holy hell, Sutton. It's never felt this good before." Pressing my front to her back, I bury my face in her neck, nipping and licking the skin. I slowly swirl my hips in lazy motions. "You're perfect, baby. I knew you would be."

I thrust into her over and over until I'm grunting my release in her ear.

We stay connected like this for a few beats, our heavy breathing in sync, our bodies molded together.

When she stifles a giggle into the comforter, her shaking body giving her away, I pull away from her, turning her body to face me. "Are you laughing?" When she only laughs more, I shake my head and fall back onto my heels, glaring down at her.

"Fuck, Sutton. Laughing after I just fucked your brains out isn't really the reaction I was hoping for."

She clamps a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. "I know!" she mumbles behind her hand and then removes it. "I don't mean to. It's not funny. I'm not laughing so much as processing. I think you really might have broke me, Kelly. I'm pretty sure I'm broken. What even just happened? Oh shit, it wasn't another sex dream, was it? No, I don't think so. It felt too real. It was real, right?"

I dip down to kiss her. "It was definitely real, baby girl. And we'll definitely be doing that again."

"Yes, please and thank you."

I smirk, cupping a hand behind her neck and gripping it. "You know what this means, right? You're mine. This is mine." I run my eyes down her naked body until I meet her eyes again. "Mine. And only mine."