Snowstorm

Snowstorm
Part Six

"Alan...?" I ventured, trailing my hand downwards to his semi-erect member. I didn't finish the question and he groaned, rolled over and suddenly I was pinned beneath him, my thighs parting and pushed up against my stomach.

I felt him pushing eagerly against my entrance and sighed softly as my hips rose up from the bed. I reached up, grasped his head and pulled his mouth down upon my own. As our tongues meshed, my fingers gripped his hair and I held his mouth closed tight upon my own.

"I'm ready..." he whispered in my ear once our kiss had ended, and I shivered to feel his teeth scrape the side my neck. I couldn't help the soft chuckle, "No kidding," I countered, my hands leaving his hair to rest upon his shoulders. He paused, inches from entering me, and asked, deep concern in his eyes as he raised himself up into a kneeling position on the bed. "

You...you have done this before...?" A faint blush passed over his features and the bedside table was suddenly extremely interesting to him. Somehow, I found his embarrassment endearing.

"Well, it's been a long time," This time, it was my turn to feel the prickly heat spread from my neck to my forehead.

"How long is a long time?" he asked, and looked at me again.

I shrugged and mumbled something. He asked that I speak up. Dammit, why did he need to know this anyway? What was so important about the last time I had sex, anyway?! I shrugged and moved a tendril of dark hair from my shoulder, "About...seven years ago..." I mumbled. I'd lost my virginity seven years ago.

That was the last time I'd been with a man. It wasn't my fault! I was always too busy to pursue a boyfriend or even want one for that matter, not to mention I'm not the most...socially graceful of creatures.

I preferred to stay in and read rather than go barhopping or to the movies with groups of friends. Well, if I had any groups of friends. I had a few friends. Two, actually, and both were probably worried sick right now. Oh, god.... I reached up and grasped Alan's arms, pulling him down upon me. I promised myself that I would grieve for the rest of my life, I just wanted to forget about everything but what was happening right now.

"I don't want to hurt you, Beth..." he groaned as I cried out and bucked against him. What the hell did a woman have to do to get him to understand want she wanted?! I was about to reach between us and guide him into me when he did it himself.

I felt the tip of his shaft against my opening. Teasingly, he stroked my clit, using my wetness to further arouse me and I writhed against him. I wanted more. So much more. "What the hell are you waiting for, Alan?" I said, through clenched teeth, panting hard, "Just fuck me all ready!"

"Do you kiss your grandmother with that mouth?" he asked, and I felt him continue his manipulations, unhurried, causing me to tremble and whimper at the same time, my legs clamped tight about his waist, urging him inside of me. But, damn him, he was taking his own sweet time about that!

"M-my grandmother is...is dead, you asshole...Please...I can't wait any longer..." I felt as if every nerve ending in my body were on fire and he was only one would could dampen the flame, "Please, Alan...."

"Say my name once more, Beth..." he requested, inching inside of me and pausing there. I felt him shivering. He was using an extraordinary amount of willpower, I knew. I looked up at him saw the dark passion in his eyes, a passion I had a ready answer for as I said his name. Over and over, I said his name as he plunged inside of me, filling me, spreading me.

I cried and held him, my body moving in time with his own, my voice, still calling his name, fell into garbled non-words he pushed my knees to my chest and filled me further.

It had been such a long, long time... it hadn't been this way before...with David, my high school sweetheart, fumbling first and only boyfriend.

But then, we hadn't really known what the hell we were doing, then. I didn't think it was possible to feel this good. He pulled out of me and I opened my eyes, blinked and began to protest. Had he climaxed all ready? No, a quick glance downwards gave me my answer. "W-what...are you...?"

Instead of replying, he lowered himself between my legs, planting chaste kisses up the inside of my thigh. My skin tingled where his mouth had been and felt the soft tickle of his hair. He wasn't about to....Oh, god, he was... I gasped as the tip of his tongue met my engorged clit and gripped the bed sheets in tightened fists. I'd never experienced anything...

"Oh...w-what are you...Oh, god...Alan..." I knew I speaking nonsense, and he retorted by flicking his tongue faster against my clit, running it up and then down my velvety-wet folds. I was almost undone when I felt him slid a finger inside of me and press upwards against me. The sensation I felt was not unlike having to urinate.

For a moment the feeling was unpleasant and I was about to ask him to stop. He was still lapping away at me, eager, and the words caught in my throat. I nearly screamed when his fingers brushed against something...something oddly pleasant...and I heard him ask, as he lifted his face, "Does that sound mean what I'm doing is good or bad?"

"G-good...!" I yelped, and clenched my muscles against his hand, "Please, d-don't you dare stop!"

My orgasm hit me all at once. A tidal wave of sensation. I'd brought myself to orgasm many times before. Just because I hadn't had sex in while didn't mean I'd denied myself the wonders of masturbation. But, never like this.

As he pushed against my pelvis from inside of me and sucked and flicked his tongue upon my clit another climax began at my feet, curled my toes and left me gasping, shaking and arching my back off the mattress. By the time the world spun back to normal and I lay panting for air, he leaning over me, kissing my neck, my breasts, and then my face once more.

I tasted my own juices upon his lips as his tongue pressed against my teeth and my mouth opened for him. Our tongues matched the pace of our bodies as he once more sheathed himself inside of me.

"A-Alan...." I gasped, once he'd moved on to suck and bite at my throat, moving his hands down my body to rest against the sides of my breasts, then upwards, once more, to hold my arms pinned above my head.

"Hmm?" he murmured, not stopping in his long, leisurely strokes. Oh, God, how could something that felt this good even be legal? This was like a drug...better than a drug.

"N-nothing..." I whispered, and locked my gaze with his, "I just like saying your name."

"Hmm...Careful with that, Beth," he said softly, but did not explain himself further, instead, he sped up the tempo and I joined him, until the only sounds within the small house were the sounds of two people deep in the throes of carnal bliss.