Chapter 16

I feel so warm. My lower stomach has a pressure that I don't recognize. I just know that I really want Foster. I was teasing before because I like the rise I get out of him. I like knowing that he can feel that way about me. But when the roles are reversed, I feel ashamed of myself. I'm so gross. Why would he want anything to do with someone like me? I'm a bad person.

He looks at me with the softest expression. I'm afraid for whatever rejection might come next. I look away. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Hearing him asking for my permission sends me over the edge. I quickly nod. Once he has my confirmation, he takes off his shirt. As he lifts it over his head, I get a better look at what I only got a quick peek of before. His pale skin almost shines in the sunlight. His strong shoulders and muscular chest remind me just how much larger than me he truly is. Continuing lower, I see abs followed by a small trail of dark hair heading towards his jeans. He lays down on top of me, not breaking eye contact.

I lean up to kiss him. His lips are rough in texture but gentle in their movements. I can feel one of his hands make its way to the hem of my (well his) shirt again. He tugs on it. I break the kiss to study his face. As I'm doing this. I hold his hand and slide it under my shirt. I let go a few inches before his hand reaches my breast. He captures my mouth again and as soon as I am occupied in the kiss, he cups the small mound of flesh, gently tracing his thumb around my nipple. I shudder. He rolls it between his thumb and index finger, tugging slightly. I gasp and he bites my lower lip. He continues this torture for multiple minutes. I get antsy. I can feel the edges of his mouth turn up into a smile. He stops toying with me for a moment in order to remove the pesky fabric that separates him from what's underneath.

My arms instinctively shoot up to cover myself from his intense gaze. I'm worried he will be disappointed with how small they are.

"We don't have to do this C. We can stop if you aren't ready," he reassures me. I don't know why I am so afraid. I turn my head to the side, staring at the wall. I drop my arms. I can feel his eyes on them. I try to stay calm, worried that he will want to stop. "You're incredible," he declares with a husky tone that I don't recognize. He lays me down so that we are back into the previous position. He adjusts himself so that he is on top of me without crushing me. He places tender kisses down my neck in a trail towards my breasts. His hot breath causes the pink buds to stiffen slightly. He looks into my eyes one more time to confirm that this is okay, and I nod. I close my eyes and try to relax.

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I flick my tongue over the rosy pebble. Her back arches as she shudders underneath me. I kiss and suck gently, trying to elicit those intoxicating gasps and moans that she was making earlier. I palm her other breast gently, lightly squeezing every so often. They are so soft. I could go on like this forever. C whimpers underneath me. I love teasing her, but I want so much more of her. I pull away from her chest, she shivers as the cold air passes over her slightly dampened pink bud. I trail a few more kisses under her breasts, down her torso, towards her thighs. I give a gentle peck to each thigh before parting them. Her hands shoot up towards her face.

"You don't have to hide." I want to see her eyes. I want to see if she is enjoying this as much as I am. She pauses before removing her hands from her face. The blush on her cheeks is brighter than before. Her lips are lightly separated, allowing for shallow gasps of air. Her golden orbs, half-hooded, long lashes fluttering slightly, open as my hand makes its way to the space in between those gorgeous pale legs.

"Oh no, you're soaked! We'll have to take these off then," I pretend to be concerned as my index finger plays with the edge of her panties. She squirms and whines, covering her face again. She is so cute.

"Please Foster," I know she yearns for more, but this is payback for earlier. I will tease a little longer, just until I'm satisfied.

"Please what?" My index finger remains at the edge of her panties while my thumb dares to go lower. I find her small button. I circle it slowly, watching as the wetness grows. "Please what?" I repeat, waiting for her to give me the go ahead.

"More . . . please. Foster I want more," she begs. I hook my index onto the edge of her final piece of clothing, slipping it down her legs and then I toss it into an unknown corner. Instead of my thumb, I bring my lips down to her swollen clit. I suckle lightly, not sure how much pressure is too much. A brilliant sound slips past those addicting lips. I stop, reaching my hand up to cover her mouth.

"Not so loud, we don't want to be interrupted, do we?" She shakes her head no. She attempts to rub her thighs together again, to shield herself from the chill of the air as it reaches the moist, red, slightly swollen folds. I use my other hand to separate her thighs again. She tries to wriggle free from my grasp. I remove my hand from her mouth. "Foster, please," she complains. "Be patient." I instruct. She whines but then bites her lip to stay quiet. "Good girl." I pull her towards the edge of the bed. I kneel in front of the bed. Positioning my arms around the back of her legs, my hands holding her hips in place. I blow hot air over her clit. She bites her lip harder. She's waited long enough. I swirl my tongue around the most sensitive part of her. I have to press her hips down to prevent her from squirming. I continue my assault. Her hands find their way to my head, tangling themselves deep into my hair as she tries to gain some control over the situation. I chuckle and step it up a notch. I remove one of my hands from her hips. I position my middle finger at the entrance.

"Are you going to be good? I can't have you squirming too much."

"I will just please-" I push it in slightly. I feel her walls grasp onto my finger. I move it in and out slowly, feeling inside her as I go. I thought she was wet before but now I can really tell just how excited she is. I start to pump it in and out faster. She starts to get noisy, so I slow down.

"Remember the rules. We can't be too loud." She nods with a pleading look. I start up again, pushing it faster. Once she gets used to one finger, I add a second one. She's squeezing them so tight that I can barely move them. I wait for her to relax before continuing. I kiss and suck on her inner thigh, moving my mouth towards that sensitive spot. I flick my tongue over her clit, and she lets out a pleased sigh. I love tormenting her like this.

I feel my pants tighten uncomfortably. I withdraw myself from her and unbutton my jeans, sliding both them and my boxers off. Once off, I take my place in front of her glistening folds again. I slide two fingers as deep as they will go, curling them slightly while inside. My movements accelerate. I suck hard on her cute little button. I feel her legs trembling. Her walls close around my fingers, preventing me from moving them. Her back arches and I watch as she tries her best to stay quiet. Her eyes are glossed over. Her blush remains. I remove my fingers slowly. I stand and pull her all the way to the edge of her bed, positioning my hardened member where my hand was previously.

"Is this okay? Do you want to continue?"

"Yes." She utters between gasps. I slide the tip in slowly, trying my best not to hurt her. I groan. She's so tight and so wet. I wait for her to relax again before going deeper. Once I'm as deep as I can go, she wraps her legs around me. I pull out and push back in slowly. I repeat this motion a few more times before increasing my speed. My head is swimming. I can barely control myself. It's too good.

"Foster. . . harder." I ram into her, thrusting as quick and deep as I can. She gets loud again so I lean forward and occupy her lips. I can feel the pressure in my abdomen building so I slow down. She nibbles on my lower lip and rakes her nails across my back. She does that for a few minutes, eventually her hands find my chest. She traces every unique line. I scoop her up off of the bed and move to her bathroom. I turn on the shower and step in, pinning her in between me and the wall. I start pounding into her again. My hands hold onto her hips, bringing her down onto my throbbing cock as hard as I can. She moans into the kiss. I continue, allowing that pressure to build.

"I think I'm going to cum," I warn her, prepared to pull out. She locks her legs around my hips as I drive myself in further and harder.

"It's okay Foster. You can cum," she says sweetly. I bury my face into her neck as I feel the waves crashing over me. I release inside her wet, tight pussy and shudder. This feels right. I pull out and continue supporting her. Her legs are shaky, and she gives me a tired smile. Did I go too far?

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I check her ivory skin for marks. I see a few bruises forming at her hips. During my inspection, I also find some red marks around her breasts and on her neck.

"I'm okay. I'm really happy." I let go of the breath I had been holding onto. I pull her in for a hug. I turn off the water, grab a towel, and dry ourselves off. Once the majority of the moisture is gone, I lay her onto the bed gently. I find my shirt and boxers and put them on. After searching a while longer, I find my other shirt and her panties. Her panties are still soaked.

I hand her the shirt and walk over to her dresser to get her some dry clothes. When I return, she is starting to doze off. I help her get dressed. I throw the dirty clothes in a hamper in the bathroom. I do a once over of the room, taking care to remove all evidence of what we did. I lift the blanket and lay down behind her, in the position that started this mess. I drape my arm over her waist, and we drift off to sleep together. I thought last night was long. This morning felt infinitely longer.