A Trip To Remember

Caleb stood, slipped his jacket off, and turned toward the king-size bed, taking my hand and leading me across the room.

Even though my body thrummed with desire, my anxiety climbed with each step. Caleb was clearly more experienced than me—what if I was bad at sex? And my thighs rubbing against each other as I walked didn’t help, either.

When we reached the bed, he nudged me onto it. I watched him pull his shirt out of his pants, my breath heavy, but before he could unbutton it, I crawled toward him, got on my knees on the bed, and pushed his hands away.

In order to truly say yes to this gorgeous, eager man, I had to participate, and that started now.

I undid his buttons, my hands shaky but cooperating, and his smooth chest with its hard muscles beckoned my hands for a touch. A trail of hair led from his stomach to his waistband, disappearing beyond.

And oh how I wanted to see that beyond.

Caleb stayed silent as I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, but his eyes burned into me as soon as my fingers found his belt. I met his gaze, pulling on the leather, and he held my face between his hands.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.

My heart flurried in my chest, but I told it to calm down—this was just sex, not making love. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t show him how much I wanted him.

He pressed his mouth to mine, licking my seam until I opened for him. Our tongues met and danced before he sucked on and nipped at my lips. He made me dizzy, and I melted in his arms.

When he broke away to trail kisses down my neck, my hands remembered where they were and undid his belt. Then he straightened, stepped back, and locked eyes with me as he unzipped his fly and dropped his pants.

He was in his boxer briefs, smirking, and I didn’t break eye contact while he slipped them off, stood tall, and grabbed his cock, stroking himself. Hunger burned clear in his eyes, and I had to look down.

My breath hitched, and I gulped hard. His cock, pointing straight at me, was the biggest I had ever seen—in length and girth. The head was almost purple, and a drop of precum leaked from the tip.

Is my mouth even big enough to suck that? was my first thought, but a second one quickly followed: ~I can’t wait to get that fat dick inside me.~ I had never had such a filthy thought before, and when I realized it was true, my eagerness to say yes to this man increased.

“Do you want a taste?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

I scooted back and dropped to my hands and knees, and he took a step closer, gripping a handful of my hair and bringing himself to my lips. My tongue swiped across his tip, eliciting a groan, and a second swipe earned a rumble from deep in his chest.

After covering the velvetlike head of his cock with my mouth, Caleb pushed himself into me. I opened as wide as I could, making up for a lack of depth by swirling my tongue along his seam and around his tip.

His hand dropped away from his shaft and joined the other in my hair, and he bobbed my head back and forth over his thick length. Caleb grunted, groaned, and moaned, his every noise sending a jolt to my core.

No matter how much I relaxed my jaw, I just couldn’t take him deeper, so I brought a hand to his shaft, wrapping my fingers the best I could around his girth and squeezing. Caleb growled, growing somehow harder, but then he tugged himself out of my mouth with a pop.

In a single rough motion, he pulled me up, kissed me, and kneaded my ass, his hardness digging into my stomach. I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him like a drowning person to a life preserver.

So when he stepped away from me, I nearly fell over. And when he ordered me to take off my bra and get on all fours, I complied—even though, as he slowly circled the bed, stroking himself while he examined me from all angles, everything inside me screamed.

Firstly, because he was looking at me mighty closely without saying anything, which invited back some insecurities. Secondly, because this was not a sex position I liked; I just didn’t feel connected if I couldn’t see the face of the person fucking me.

But I was determined to continue saying yes and keep an open mind. Besides, if Caleb was half as good at sex as he was at eating me out, I was in for the ride of my life. I just hoped I could walk tomorrow.

“Do you know just how amazing you look in this position?” Caleb finally broke the silence.

“Tell me,” I said coyly, but I also needed him to say he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

He chuckled and ran a hand down my spine, across my ass, and over my pussy lips. “You’re absolutely incredible, Lyla. Your body, the sounds you make, the way you look at me.” He stepped behind me, his cock grazing my clit as it moved between my legs.

I moaned and pushed my ass against him in invitation.

“So hungry you are.” He chuckled again and then bent over me to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you now from behind. And you’re going to scream my name. Okay?”

A fresh flood of juices dripped down my inner thighs, and I could only moan in response, but that wasn’t good enough. He demanded an answer, so I gave him one.

“Yes, Caleb. Fuck me!”

His heat left my back, and one hand grabbed my hip. His soft tip rubbed against my lips, and it soon became slick from my desire. He teased my opening with it but then held it at my entrance as he pulled me toward him while pushing himself inside.

When his head popped into my pussy, arousal surged through me. My walls clenched, I shuddered, and my body relaxed into him. A sense of freedom overcame me—freedom from Portland Lyla, freedom to be San Diego Lyla, freedom to receive and give pleasure.

“Breathe, Lyla, and tell me if it’s too much.” His voice was soothing, but I shook my head.

“It’s not too much. I want this,” I said. “You’re just…so big.”

As he worked his way into my pussy, he caressed my back, my ass, and down the sides of my thighs, which allowed me to relax more. Right when it felt like I was coming apart at the seams, his hips pressed up against my ass.

He was completely inside me, and neither of us moved. His massive size touched all my sweet spots, making my nerves as tight as bowstrings. As if knowing I was teetering on the edge, he pinched my clit, and my orgasm ripped through me, sending shock waves through my whole body.

“Caleb! Fuck!” I screamed as wave after wave of tremors shook me. I was flying and falling and could barely breathe by the end.

He ran his hand up and down my spine. “That’s my girl,” he purred, fisting my hair and pulling. This changed the angle of his cock inside me, and I cried out in pleasure. Then he leaned forward and bit me on the shoulder as he pulled out and slammed back into me.

I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets, and when he pinched my nipples while pounding into me, my fingers started to cramp.

Without warning, he drew himself out of me and flipped me onto my back, his eyes flaring as he crawled onto the bed and forced me to back up, saying, “Tell me what you’re thinking right now. Tell me you’re loving this as much as I am.”

“So good,” I mumbled, barely able to form a coherent thought. “Never felt like this before… Please, don’t stop.”

Caleb sat on his heels, hooked his hands under my knees, and pressed them to my chest. Then he bent down to slurp my pussy juices, thrusting his tongue deep inside me. I shuddered and moaned as he licked, flicking my clit with his tongue.

In an instant, he was above me, his arms on either side of me, his body locking my legs in place, and his slick cock tickling my entrance. And this time, I was more than ready for him.

I sat up to grab his ass, pulling him into me in one firm stroke. We gasped together, and I was grateful to see his face as he fucked me.

And fuck me he did.

With his eyes ablaze and his face clenched in concentration, he pumped into me until sweat beaded along his hairline. “So good,” he panted as he thrust. “Can’t stop… Need to…”

“Yes, Caleb,” I moaned. “I want to feel you cum inside me!”

At that, he moved to release my legs, lowered his chest to mine, and hooked his hands under my arms, gripping my shoulders as he fucked me. His muscles scraped against my sensitive nipples, and his pubic bone pressed into my clit.

Before long, another orgasm started to build, and my pussy throbbed in response.

He must have felt that because he increased his pace, slamming our bodies together and grunting. A few thrusts later, the friction from his body along with his cock deep inside me was more than I could handle, and I erupted.

I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him into me. I shuddered and shook and screamed his name, and then his cock pulsed his cum inside me.

This time my orgasm was hundreds of explosions, wave after wave of fireworks that left a buzzing in my ears and lights flashing behind my eyelids.

We stayed locked together as he collapsed onto me, both of us breathing heavily. After a long moment, we released each other, and he slipped out of me. A trickle of cum escaped my pussy, but I did nothing to clean it up.

Fully sated and thoroughly satisfied, I was lost in a haze so thick I didn’t realize Caleb had left until he pressed a warm, wet washcloth to my sex, cleaning me off. I even spread my legs to help him.

My eyes focused on him when he sat beside me. He leaned on one arm and lightly ran his finger up my stomach and between my breasts. His face was relaxed, and his eyes twinkled, back to their brighter blue.

“Well, Lyla,” he said. “Is that what you were looking for?”