This is my first story actually involving sex... And I'm really worried that it's gonna be shit. ...Oh well. I've never willingly had sex, so I was kinda guessing for the most part.
Review? I'll send you a cyber cookie if you do. :D
"Kyle?" Stan's breath was warm, and it tickled against my cheek. I turned my head to see what he wanted, and he pressed his lips gently against mine.
"You were asleep" he whispered against my closed mouth. I glanced at the bedside clock and groaned, flopping back down onto the bed.
"Probably 'cause it's 2:30 in the morning." I muttered. Stan put an arm around me and rubbed the back of my thigh in slow circles.
"You know, my parents are asleep." he smiled flirtatiously at me. I raised my eyebrows.
"You're dreaming." My boyfriend laughed, giving me a playful slap on my backside.
"Oh yeah? Wanna bet?" he pressed his lips against mine once again, harder this time, and his hand slips down my pyjama pants, teasing my previously lifeless member. I moaned softly as I drifted towards paradise, kissing Stan back for the first time since he'd woken me up. But before I could glide blissfully over the edge, he pulled his hand from my pants, and tugged me out of bed, pushing me to my knees and pulling his own boxers down.
"Suck it." he ordered. I obeyed, running my tongue over his saluting soldier; only stopping when he shuddered into libido.
"Now you" he yanked me to my feet, playing it rough, and tossed me over the bed. He gently caressed my thighs and ass, and spread my legs, and thrust himself inside me. I clenched the duvet covers, groaning in pain- good pain.
"Harder" I panted, envisioning Stan smile at my request. He complied, and within a couple of minutes I arched my back and sucked in my breath in a welcome climax.
I lay there panting until Stan dragged me back to bed. He strokes my hair gently, and kisses my cheek.
"Kyle?"
"Love you." a smile crept across my face.
"Love you too."
...Whoops.
