Chapter 4

“What’s wrong?”

“I was really looking forward to later tonight, but, well, I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

Her cheeks burned red. “I got my period. It’s two days early. I wanted to make love with you tonight.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want us to be only about that.”

“Did you get condoms?”

“Yes, in case we thought we might need them.”

“Are you squeamish?”

“No,” I grinned. “Are you?”

We left the party soon afterward. Her mother was at work, and had said she wouldn’t be coming home for her lunch break. Loni swore Camilla had never surprised her, from the time Loni was allowed to be home alone. When Mom said she wasn’t coming home, she didn’t come home. We locked the door behind us and went upstairs.

Wordlessly, Loni undressed me, kissing and caressing after each piece of clothing, removing her own as she went. When we were down to my distorted briefs and her panties, she ground herself against me and kissed me as hungrily as I’ve ever been kissed. She stripped off my briefs and fondled my iron cock. “Wait. Please don’t peek. I’ll be right back,” she said, giving me a squeeze and scurrying to the bathroom. I heard the toilet and the sink. Then she returned naked, carrying some old towels. “This might get kinda messy, so we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“Whatever you’re okay with, Loni.”

“Could we make love and then shower again?”

I pulled her against me, my hands gripping her firm buttocks, and guided her by the ass to grind on my hardness as our tongues fucked each other’s mouths. “Sounds great.”

We spread the towels and lay down together, kissing, fondling, touching each other’s skin. Loni brought out the best in me. I had to take it slow with her or I would have gone off way too early. Her hand was on me constantly, not trying to make me cum, just trying to make me crazy. I feasted on her breasts.

“What do you do to me, Mark? How do you make me want you this much?”

“What do you mean?”

“For weeks I’ve wanted to kiss you and have you play with me. I can’t stop thinking about last night, thinking about what we did. You took me places I’ve never been. I want you inside me again.”

I ran my fingers through her trimmed curls, touching the hood of her clit. “Let me get something.”

“No. I’ll never be safer. If you can stand the mess, I want to feel it all tonight. I want you inside me to the end.” She kissed me passionately, pulling me to get on top of her, and guiding me to her entrance.

I pushed gently, her moist muscles relaxing enough to admit me. Holding her tight, worshiping her face with kisses, I pushed into her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Do what you did last night, but don’t you dare pull out.”

We moved slowly, Loni responding to my pace, kissing, cuddling, and moaning as we coupled. I wanted desperately to bring her off, but couldn’t imagine how I’d last long enough. “I want to make you cum, Loni, but I’m so close.”

“Go ahead. Just stay inside me. I’ll try to get you hard again.”

Her wet tunnel grasped me as I thrust myself into her. Moaning as our tongues raged, I filled a beauty queen with my spunk. With every pulse, I grunted, and she bore down with her internal muscles to coax more from me. When I was done, she smiled.

“That felt good. I’ve never had a man fill me before.” She kissed me, and we wiped the sweat from each other’s brows with our hands. “Do that again.” She wrapped all four limbs around me and pushed her pelvis up, working me inside her.

I never really went soft, not inside Loni Svenson! She clenched her muscles, helping me to slide in and out of her until I was fully hard again, ready to pound her silly. That’s what we did, and that time, I think I came harder than the time before. She climaxed twice, screaming her pleasure as she did, and when she knew I was close again, her nails raked my ass, holding me deep to bathe her cervix.

When our mutual spasms calmed, I rolled us over so she was lying on top of me. She sat up, giving me a clear view of her amazing body impaled on my tired cock. “Mark, I think I need to get in the shower real soon before we soak through these towels.”

She got in the shower first, while I put the soiled towels in her mother’s washing machine. Then, I joined her, still dumbfounded. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t be this lucky. Obviously, the man upstairs liked me.

As we washed, I came alive in her hands. She knelt in front of me, bathing me, rinsing me, stroking me with her soapy fingers until I was hard as stone again, studying my erection that bobbed in front of her face. “My ex made me do this, but I didn’t like it. With you, I think it might be different.” She rinsed the soap from us and pushed her wet hair behind her ears. “See if I do this right.”

Oral sex was something of a rarity in those days in the circles I traveled in, so while I had lots of sex in college, many girls didn’t give head. Yet here was my goddess, on her knees to worship me, the water cascading over her lovely back, moving her mouth to take me inside.