Partner Games
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A hand went to my hair and knotted there. “Baby, Tiny…get up unless you want me to explode in your face.”
I lifted my head, creating a tent in the blankets. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You’re too good at that,” he told me, and patted the pillow. “Come back up here. I want to touch you some more.”
I gave him a mock pout, sticking my lower lip out. I wanted to keep touching him, too. But I did as he asked, snuggling down into the pillows next to him. He immediately pulled me against him in a fierce, possessive kiss that told me he’d been pretty affected by my exploring, and it left me breathless. I loved that I could make this man lose control.
“I’m going to get the condoms,” he whispered against my lips. “That ok?”
I shivered, imagining what was going to come next. “Okay.”
He kissed me again, then smiled. A moment later, he got out of bed, and I sat up to watch his butt flex again, because I was addicted to the sight of it. He moved to the chair where he’d tossed the strip of condoms, pulled one off, and opened the package. With his back to me, I watched as his arm flexed and it looked like he was stroking himself. That made me feel all breathless and tingly, and my hand stole between my legs. My clit was still ultra-sensitive from earlier, and just touching it made my entire body jerk in response.
Swift turned around and his eyes narrowed at the sight of me with my hands under the covers. “Hey. No having fun without me.”
My cheeks felt like they were scorched. “Of course not.” After a moment, I added, “It’s way more fun with you.”
“Sassy. I like that.” Swift sauntered back to the bed, his cock now sheathed in pale purple latex. I wanted to stare at it, but he moved too fast and was back under the covers before I could get a really good look at it. Stupid me and turning the lights off.
Then, his arms went around me and he moved over me. His weight pressed me back into the mattress, and before I realized it, I was under him, his body braced over mine. He leaned in and gave me another nipping kiss, then touched my thigh. “Put these around me, baby.”
I hesitated, then slowly opened my legs, lifting one around his hips.
The moment I did, he settled in against me, and I sucked in a breath. In this position, my pussy felt open, and his cock was nestled against me. The weight of his hips there felt…right. Perfect. I clung to his shoulders as he began to rub his cock through my folds, and new pleasure spiraled through me. Each time he dragged his cock back and forth, it brushed against my clit, and he did that so many times, so erotically slowly, that I felt as if I was going to die if something new didn’t happen soon. My nails dug into his back, and my sighs turned into frustrated whimpers. “Swift—“
“You ready for more, Tiny?” His nose nudged mine.
I nodded. I wanted everything.
Swift kissed me again, even as his hips shifted. I felt something big and hard push against the entrance of my core and sucked in a breath. That…did not feel like it was going to fit. Oh God. A million virginal worries rushed through my brain.
“You’re thinking too much,” he told me against my mouth. “I can feel you tensing. Did you want to stop?”
I shook my head. I really, really wanted him to keep going.
He pushed against me, just a little, and I gasped. A sting of pain moved through my nether regions. “I’m not sure—“
Swift leaned in and kissed me to silence me, and his hand slid between us. I felt his fingers brush against my clit a moment later, and I moaned into his mouth.
He pushed deep inside me in the next moment.
It…did not feel good. I sucked in a breath, shocked. It felt…well, it felt like something too big had been shoved into something far too small. I panted, wrinkling my nose against the pain. Actually, pain wasn’t the right word. It was more like a low, burning ache.
Swift pressed his forehead to mine and his breath hissed between his teeth. “Damn, you’re tight.”
“Um, thank you?”
He laughed, breathless. “Only you would thank me for saying that, Tiny. You’re amazing, you know that?”
I didn’t feel all too amazing at the moment, but I nodded and tilted my chin so we could kiss again. Swift took the hint and we began to kiss once more, and there was no more pushing or thrusting. Maybe I’d waited too long and everything had sealed up tighter than a vacuum downstairs. But kissing? Kissing was nice. His tongue stroked into my mouth in a slow, languid rhythm, until I was moaning and moving against him with each slicking caress.
Then, Swift moved again. His hips flexed against mine, and it felt like he was shifting his weight…until I felt his cock drag back and forth inside me. I sucked in a breath. There had been twinges…but no more pain. In fact, it felt different. It made me ache in different ways, and now I felt hollow and needing.
“Oh,” I murmured against him. “I think I liked that.”
“Thank you,” he teased.
I swatted his arm. “Hush. I’m trying to do this right.”
“You’re utterly amazing.” He nudged me again, and his hand moved to my thigh, hitching it higher against his leg. “Okay to keep moving?”
“I think so.”
“Good.” He stared down at me and his body rocked over mine. I watched him, fascinated by the intensity in his gaze as he slowly pumped into me again. That… didn’t feel bad. It didn’t quite ease the ache inside, but it was nice. Pleasant. I smiled encouragingly up at him. I liked this. Maybe all my worries about dried-up, vacuum-sealed vaginas were just that: nothing but worries.
He began to move faster, his hips rocking against mine. His rhythm picked up and changed, until he was swiveling his hips against my body. Each move pushed against my clit, but not enough to give me the delicious tingles from before. He was panting, his forehead beaded with sweat.
After several strokes like this, Swift laughed.
“What?” I stiffened against him, worried I wasn’t participating enough.
“You have this intense frown on your face, like I’m doing something wrong.” He leaned in and kissed me. “Lots of girls don’t get off from just a guy poking at them, you know.”
“I know that. I’m not a total rube.” Just mostly a rube.
“Least I won’t have to worry about you faking. I’ll just wait for you to frown at me.”
I scowled. “Well, I liked it for a while.”
“I’ll make you like it again.” He sounded supremely confident.
“Oh?”
“Yup. I know how to get you off, Tiny. Don’t you worry about that.” He leaned in and kissed my neck again, and I arched against him, because I loved the feel of him pressing over me. And I loved his mouth. Really, there were lots of things I loved about this. I just wasn’t flying apart at the seams like I’d hoped.
His hand stole between us again, and I felt his fingers brush over my skin a moment before he found my clit. His thumb pressed against it, and then he thrust again.
I sucked in a breath.
That one felt…intense.
“Better?”
I nodded, not trusting my lungs.
Swift grinned. “Perfect.” He thrust again, this time stronger than before. It shoved me up against the pillows…and also did incredible things downstairs. This time, there was a strange, quick tingle deep inside, and an even more powerful rush of sensation around my clit.
I lifted my head, creating a tent in the blankets. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You’re too good at that,” he told me, and patted the pillow. “Come back up here. I want to touch you some more.”
I gave him a mock pout, sticking my lower lip out. I wanted to keep touching him, too. But I did as he asked, snuggling down into the pillows next to him. He immediately pulled me against him in a fierce, possessive kiss that told me he’d been pretty affected by my exploring, and it left me breathless. I loved that I could make this man lose control.
“I’m going to get the condoms,” he whispered against my lips. “That ok?”
I shivered, imagining what was going to come next. “Okay.”
He kissed me again, then smiled. A moment later, he got out of bed, and I sat up to watch his butt flex again, because I was addicted to the sight of it. He moved to the chair where he’d tossed the strip of condoms, pulled one off, and opened the package. With his back to me, I watched as his arm flexed and it looked like he was stroking himself. That made me feel all breathless and tingly, and my hand stole between my legs. My clit was still ultra-sensitive from earlier, and just touching it made my entire body jerk in response.
Swift turned around and his eyes narrowed at the sight of me with my hands under the covers. “Hey. No having fun without me.”
My cheeks felt like they were scorched. “Of course not.” After a moment, I added, “It’s way more fun with you.”
“Sassy. I like that.” Swift sauntered back to the bed, his cock now sheathed in pale purple latex. I wanted to stare at it, but he moved too fast and was back under the covers before I could get a really good look at it. Stupid me and turning the lights off.
Then, his arms went around me and he moved over me. His weight pressed me back into the mattress, and before I realized it, I was under him, his body braced over mine. He leaned in and gave me another nipping kiss, then touched my thigh. “Put these around me, baby.”
I hesitated, then slowly opened my legs, lifting one around his hips.
The moment I did, he settled in against me, and I sucked in a breath. In this position, my pussy felt open, and his cock was nestled against me. The weight of his hips there felt…right. Perfect. I clung to his shoulders as he began to rub his cock through my folds, and new pleasure spiraled through me. Each time he dragged his cock back and forth, it brushed against my clit, and he did that so many times, so erotically slowly, that I felt as if I was going to die if something new didn’t happen soon. My nails dug into his back, and my sighs turned into frustrated whimpers. “Swift—“
“You ready for more, Tiny?” His nose nudged mine.
I nodded. I wanted everything.
Swift kissed me again, even as his hips shifted. I felt something big and hard push against the entrance of my core and sucked in a breath. That…did not feel like it was going to fit. Oh God. A million virginal worries rushed through my brain.
“You’re thinking too much,” he told me against my mouth. “I can feel you tensing. Did you want to stop?”
I shook my head. I really, really wanted him to keep going.
He pushed against me, just a little, and I gasped. A sting of pain moved through my nether regions. “I’m not sure—“
Swift leaned in and kissed me to silence me, and his hand slid between us. I felt his fingers brush against my clit a moment later, and I moaned into his mouth.
He pushed deep inside me in the next moment.
It…did not feel good. I sucked in a breath, shocked. It felt…well, it felt like something too big had been shoved into something far too small. I panted, wrinkling my nose against the pain. Actually, pain wasn’t the right word. It was more like a low, burning ache.
Swift pressed his forehead to mine and his breath hissed between his teeth. “Damn, you’re tight.”
“Um, thank you?”
He laughed, breathless. “Only you would thank me for saying that, Tiny. You’re amazing, you know that?”
I didn’t feel all too amazing at the moment, but I nodded and tilted my chin so we could kiss again. Swift took the hint and we began to kiss once more, and there was no more pushing or thrusting. Maybe I’d waited too long and everything had sealed up tighter than a vacuum downstairs. But kissing? Kissing was nice. His tongue stroked into my mouth in a slow, languid rhythm, until I was moaning and moving against him with each slicking caress.
Then, Swift moved again. His hips flexed against mine, and it felt like he was shifting his weight…until I felt his cock drag back and forth inside me. I sucked in a breath. There had been twinges…but no more pain. In fact, it felt different. It made me ache in different ways, and now I felt hollow and needing.
“Oh,” I murmured against him. “I think I liked that.”
“Thank you,” he teased.
I swatted his arm. “Hush. I’m trying to do this right.”
“You’re utterly amazing.” He nudged me again, and his hand moved to my thigh, hitching it higher against his leg. “Okay to keep moving?”
“I think so.”
“Good.” He stared down at me and his body rocked over mine. I watched him, fascinated by the intensity in his gaze as he slowly pumped into me again. That… didn’t feel bad. It didn’t quite ease the ache inside, but it was nice. Pleasant. I smiled encouragingly up at him. I liked this. Maybe all my worries about dried-up, vacuum-sealed vaginas were just that: nothing but worries.
He began to move faster, his hips rocking against mine. His rhythm picked up and changed, until he was swiveling his hips against my body. Each move pushed against my clit, but not enough to give me the delicious tingles from before. He was panting, his forehead beaded with sweat.
After several strokes like this, Swift laughed.
“What?” I stiffened against him, worried I wasn’t participating enough.
“You have this intense frown on your face, like I’m doing something wrong.” He leaned in and kissed me. “Lots of girls don’t get off from just a guy poking at them, you know.”
“I know that. I’m not a total rube.” Just mostly a rube.
“Least I won’t have to worry about you faking. I’ll just wait for you to frown at me.”
I scowled. “Well, I liked it for a while.”
“I’ll make you like it again.” He sounded supremely confident.
“Oh?”
“Yup. I know how to get you off, Tiny. Don’t you worry about that.” He leaned in and kissed my neck again, and I arched against him, because I loved the feel of him pressing over me. And I loved his mouth. Really, there were lots of things I loved about this. I just wasn’t flying apart at the seams like I’d hoped.
His hand stole between us again, and I felt his fingers brush over my skin a moment before he found my clit. His thumb pressed against it, and then he thrust again.
I sucked in a breath.
That one felt…intense.
“Better?”
I nodded, not trusting my lungs.
Swift grinned. “Perfect.” He thrust again, this time stronger than before. It shoved me up against the pillows…and also did incredible things downstairs. This time, there was a strange, quick tingle deep inside, and an even more powerful rush of sensation around my clit.
