My Idol

thirteen

You were sure you had never wanted anyone before, maybe you thought you had, but no...this was a new feeling. This heat, this throbbing between your legs, the literal ache, you wanted him. You needed him.

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You wanted the rest of his clothes off. You wanted to see all of him, touch all of him. You slid your fingertips inside the edge of his waistband, pulling his jeans down, his boxers leaving nothing to your imagination, his dick hard, creating a tent as the silky fabric tried to contain it.

His pants fell to the floor, a chain attached to his wallet, the other end attached to a beltloop, rattling loudly, causing you both to flinch.

"Y/n..." he breathed suddenly, "I don't have a condom."

You shook your head, "it's okay Tae, I'm on the pill" you whispered.

He looked relieved, his eyes closing briefly, his thumb rubbing up and down the side of your neck.

Your tongue came out, wetting your lips, and you felt his fingers tighten on your shoulder as you leaned in, pressing them to his still clothed member, your fingers pulling at the elastic band, carefully removing it from over the tip of his hardened length, before sliding them the rest of the way off, letting them fall around his feet with his jeans, which he immediately kicked to the side.

Your eyes widened, a tiny fear wiggling it's way into your mind. He was big...and it had been over a year, maybe closer to two (but who was counting?), since you'd had sex. You swallowed a lump in your throat, willfully pushing the fear away. You didn't want anything to ruin this moment.

You touched him lightly with your fingertips, tracing a vein from just below the tip down to the base, before eagerly wrapping your hand around him. You heard him hiss as he sucked in a breath thru clenched teeth, his hand moving from your shoulder to your hair as your lips found the tip. You kissed it, your tongue sliding out, swirling around the head, and you heard him moan.

Before you could even blink, his hands were under your arms, lifting you just enough to set you back further on the bed, then pushing you, causing you to lie back. He was over you, his eyes dark as he stared into yours for several seconds, breathing hard, before his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was forceful, as he ravaged your mouth, his tongue tasting you, tangling with yours. He bit your lip, then sucked on it, before kissing you again, passionately.

As he kissed you, he gently lowered himself, until his body was pressed against yours. Your arms slid around his waist, your fingers strumming across his back, committing the feel of it to your memory. He raised up a bit, his lips moving to your jaw, your chin, then down your neck as you felt his weight lessen, one knee between your legs, the other outside them.

He kissed down to the curve of your breast, sucking on the tender flesh, leaving another mark. You watched him with labored breaths, closing your eyes briefly to try and gain some control of your breathing, only to find yourself gasping his name, ceasing to breathe at all as his mouth closed over your nipple. You're hands grasped the sheets underneath you, and your back arched as he suckled your breast, your stomach twisting into a knot, the ache between your legs intensifying.

His tongue twirled around the hard bud, then flicked over it a few times, before he kissed it, that which started the trail of kisses across to the other breast. He nibbled on your softness, before his mouth gave the same attention to that aching bud, and for the first time in your life, you moaned, a real sex induced moan, not the fake ones you'd learned to do out of necessity.

He raised his head, looking up to see you watching him, and his eyes flashed, a small smile on his lips. It could have been a smirk, you really weren't sure, but whatever it was, it was followed by him lowering his head, his lips connecting to the spot between your breasts. It was from this point that he licked and kissed his way down your body, stopping briefly at your bellybutton, before continuing his journey downward. He stopped just before he reached your throbbing center, and your heart rate doubled as he pushed your legs apart, and slid his finger into your saturated slit, sliding it over your clit. Your hips came off the bed, as he rubbed a circle around the sensitive bud, your breath catching, your head tilting back against the mattress, but only a second later, his finger was gone.