My mind wouldn't stop racing.
I kept hearing Mike's voice. Over and over again, the same thing. After Don had shown up in my living room for the third day in a row, he'd said, "If his love for you wasn't so beautiful, it'd be pathetic." Love? I'd laughed. He couldn't be serious. Donatello had taught me a lot about... well... just about everything. Medicine... computers... Hell, I had a bachelor's degree and years of experience in programming for large corporations and he could still talk me into embarrassment. But he had no "love" for me. We were friends. Maybe even close friends. Lord knew, I felt like I could tell him anything. Sitting up with him until three in the morning reassembling a friend's royally messed up computer leant itself to some in-depth conversation. But there was no love being shown here... just friendship.
But Mikey hadn't been convinced. "I bet you anything, April," he'd smirked. "Anything at all. Someday that boy's going to get tired of behaving himself." Donatello? Never. "We all got bets on how long it's gonna take. But just don't be surprised when the day comes that he just grabs you and puts you in a lip lock." He had shocked me with his precise, no nonsense account of what would happen when Donatello stopped behaving himself. I'd followed up the conversation with dreams that night. About what Donatello would do if he stopped behaving himself. Truth be told, it wasn't an entirely new concept to me. But I didn't think anything would ever come of my secret fantasizing...
But my emotions and Mike's words were all a jumble in my brain as I put the seafood soufflé in the oven. I hoped to God he would like it. This time I knew he was coming over. He'd told me when he'd called me earlier. At work. Just to see how my day was going.
I'd showered earlier but still had to change my clothes. What the hell was I supposed to wear? I went to my closet in the bedroom and proceeded to try on five different things without even realizing what I was doing until, holding up a light green sundress with a low back and thin straps on the shoulders, it occurred to me that I'd not been this concerned about how I looked since that utterly miserable date I'd gone on almost six months ago. Should I be concerned? Should I be afraid that I cared so much about what I looked like? Hell, it wasn't like he'd seen me in all levels of disarray a thousand times before...
The dip ended a little below my shoulder blades. It had a crew neck and buttoned all the way down the front. I couldn't wear a bra with it because of the dip in the back, but the skirt fell to just below my knees. Out of nowhere the thought came unbidden. You wouldn't have wear any underwear with this... My head swam. What the hell was I thinking? That I was going to seduce him? I never would. Ever. But did I even need to? Could Mike be right? Did I have a chance? And if so, did I want to take the risk?
I heard the door bell ring and nearly jumped a foot in the air. The doorbell? He'd come to the door? I realized there were shirts, pants, and dresses all over the floor and I was standing there in my underwear and bra, holding this dress and daydreaming. Way to go, April...
"Just... uh... Just a sec! I'll be right there!" He could have let himself in if he'd wanted to. Hell, he could've come in through the window like he normally did. But since he rang my doorbell, he was going to have to wait until I picked up the discarded clothes.
I tossed them into my closet and shut the door, quickly stripping off my underwear and bra and throwing them in with the clothes in the bottom of the closet. The dress I slipped over my head. It settled on my shoulders, the fitted bodice hugging my breasts, but not too tight. It looked good. And even if it didn't, there was no more time to change it.
I stumbled toward the door a little more quickly than was strictly necessary. Then, taking a deep breath, I swung the door wide and... Good God, no one had the right to look so damned hot! Standing with his shoulder against the doorjamb, watching me with a slight smile... "Hi, April." Oh God, what had I gotten myself into this time?
"Uh... hi... Don..." When did he start looking so hot?
My eyes traveled down from his face. In his left hand were two bottles of wine dangling from between his fingers, holding them by the necks. His other hand was across his plastron, lying lightly on the top plates. I could see every muscle in his shoulders and his arms and down lower... I felt an incredibly stupid urge to run my hand down those thighs. I looked at the top of his legs and couldn't help wondering what was up underneath that plastron. I already knew he was human in that way. Mike had cleared up that little confusion for me months ago, and I had been grateful.
I realized I was staring and forced myself to look up at his eyes, blushing. He had that silly, lop-sided grin on again, and I felt the flop in my chest. "Can I come in?" he asked. "Or were you going to serve dinner out here in the hallway?"
"Oh, God, sorry!"
I backed away and swept my hand into the living room. He pushed away from the doorjamb and walked slowly into the living room, stopping just short of the coffee table, where he bent down to set the bottles on the coffee table. I'd never really watched him walk before. He walked like... well... a ninja. There was something distinctly graceful... and so confident...
"I bought a red, Cabernet Sauvignon, and a white, some local stuff. Didn't know what you were making. Was afraid to ask."
That last part was said with a teasing voice. I immediately rose to the challenge. Mostly it was to gloss over my oh-so-obvious perusal of his body in the doorway a minute earlier. "Ah, you think you know me, ninja boy. But I have hidden talents."
That didn't sound right. He smiled broadly now, enjoying the flirt. "Do you now?" he challenged. "And what talents would those be?"
I was stumped. God, I sucked at this. I never did learn how to flirt...
"Uh, well, food for a start."
He smirked. "You eat food, good for you."
"I make food. I mean... I can cook... food..."
There went his brow again, quirking up as he waited, amused, for me to finish my sentence. I was more embarrassed now than I'd been when he caught me staring at him. My normally glib repetoir had deserted me when I needed it most.
"I took gourmet cooking classes once," I blurted out. It was a vain attempt to salvage my dignity, which was in shreds at this point. I looked at the floor, suddenly feeling like crying and not knowing why. I could feel the sting in my eyes and I squeezed them shut tightly so as not to let a tear escape. I couldn't even look up at him.
But then he was beside me and wrapping his arms around me, tipping my chin up to look him. I tried to return my gaze to the floor, but he wouldn't let me. My bottom lip was quivering a little but the tears were contained.
"April, I'm sorry," he whispered honestly. "I was just teasing you. I didn't know it was a sore subject."
I sniffled and shook my head and looked down again. "No... I just... I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. I just know I'm not the perfect picture of domesticity and it usually doesn't matter what anyone thinks of my home skills, but... but... I just wanted... for you... " I had no idea where I was going with this, so I stopped. All I could think right now was that his legs were lightly brushing against mine, and his arms were wrapped around my shoulders.
"I'm sorry, April, look at me."
It was a command. I looked up and he brushed his thumb across my quivering bottom lip. I sucked in a sharp breath and catch the lip under my top teeth. His thumb worried at it until it slipped from my teeth and he rubbed his thumb across it again. It was like an electrical current tingling my lip wherever he touched it. All I could do was stare like a deer stuck in the headlights. He leaned in close to my face and tipped his head away from my lips at the last second to bring his lips to my ear. God I hated it when he did that. I loved it when he did that. He smelt like leather and soap. "I'm sure whatever it is it'll be delicious and even it isn't, it'll beat the pizza and beer I was going to have tonight."
I smiled in spite of my embarrassment. "Sorry, Donny," I tried to apologize. "I don't know what's wrong with me tonight."
He smiled as he pulled back a little. "Stop apologizing and let's eat."
I nodded slightly. "Okay."
Dinner went well. He oohhed and aahhed over the soufflé, pouring it on a little thick, I think. But it really was good and I was pleased when he got serious and sincerely told me that was the best meal he'd had in a long time. He couldn't get better in a restaurant. He did seem a little surprised still, which irked me, but only for a second.
We retired to the couch after I put on some soft jazz in the background, and I brought some glasses out to the coffee table. We had polished off the white wine during dinner. We'd both eaten enough though and I wasn't buzzed, just feeling very relaxed. He poured the red wine and handed me one and leaned back into the corner of the couch. I tried sitting on my legs Indian style, I tried pulling them up underneath me, I tried leaning back like he was, but I was too short to relax that way. I couldn't get comfortable.
I was trying not to touch him. We were making idle conversation about what was going on at the lair, at my job, with Raph's latest (bitch) girlfriend. Don didn't like her much. I didn't blame him. I disliked her and I'd only met her briefly, in passing. "She's just got this feeling of 'I rule the world and if you don't like it, just get out of my way.'" I took a sip of wine. "Seriously I don't understand why on Earth your brother..."
"You're driving me crazy, April."
I stopped and stared at him, not sure what he meant. His voice was quiet, soft, and unexpected. "Huh?'
"If you don't stop squirming, I'm going to have to come over there and hold you down," he concluded. "And I don't think you want that."
I blushed a little. His voice was perfectly calm, perfectly reasonable, and to anyone who didn't know him, that look on his face would have been considered blank. I knew better. He was teasing, but he was serious too. He would carry out his threat. Maybe I should let him...
"Uh, then, what would you suggest?"
He carefully placed his wineglass on the coffee table, and casually reached down. He plucked up one of the thin decorative pillows that belonged to the couch but had been tossed on the floor before we sat. Then he looked at me with that 'This is a challenge to see what you will do' look. Then he spun, threw one leg up on the back of the couch, the other on the floor, and put the pillow between his legs. He leaned back on the arm of the couch, picked up his wineglass, raised a brow at me and slowly took a sip of his wine. He was watching over the rim of his glass.
I was frozen. This seemed to be a recurring event: muscle lock. He patted the pillow with his free hand. Do it, April! I hesitated a full ten seconds, then put down my wine glass, turned around backwards and grabbed his ankles with my hands, and moved back between his legs, reclining onto the pillow.
Silence.
My hands were still on his ankles. He reached out and swiped up my wineglass and handed it to me over my shoulder. "Relax, April, I'm not going to bite you. I'm just tired of watching you wiggle all over that side of the couch."
"Sorry," I mumbled, taking the glass from him and leaning back a bit more. He brought his other leg up on the couch and slowly slid it down, brushing my hip and down my thigh. I repressed a shiver, and let my arms rest on his thighs. Just the heat of his legs was making me feel languid.
"I don't want to talk my family anymore," he whispered. "Let's talk about something else."
"Hmm, okay... What do you want to talk about?"
"Whatever happened to that guy you were dating?"
"Oh, the dickhead?"
He chuckled, and I felt it vibrate through my torso. I was finding this position interesting. I could touch him, innocently, and yet I found that it was easier to say things to him when I wasn't looking at him. Those eyes unnerved me somehow. Immobilized me. And I seemed particularly sensitive tonight. To every single move he made. "Was it that bad?" he pressed.
"It was," I answered.
He waited patiently for more of an explanation, sipping his wine. I felt his legs squeeze my thighs a little, real gentle. I wasn't even sure it had happened, at first. But my body knew. Its response was immediate. I felt the sweat break out on my hairline and the heat spread throughout my abdomen. Christ, this was ridiculous. The thoughts ran through my head.
"Oh, yeah well..." I started. "He took me off... showed me off... pissed me off... I finally just walked out of the restaurant and told him to go fuck himself."
Don choked. He sat straight up, wrapping one arm around my waist and holding his wineglass out over the table to keep from spilling. I felt him cough a couple more times, clear his throat. He set his wineglass down and started laughing. "Did you really say that?"
"Yup." It was contagious. I started laughing. Soon we had tears streaming down our faces.
"God, that's awesome."
He swiped his face with his hand and brought it down to rest on my shoulder. My mirth died instantly as tingling started from his hand and spread down my arm. I flinched and he removed his hand. Before I knew what I was saying, the words came out. "It's okay."
He blinked. I watched the words register, and shifted somewhat nervously as I forced a smile. "Caution to the wind, right?" I tried. It had sounded much better in my head than coming out of my mouth. But I wanted him to touch me. I wanted it badly. I wanted to see if I was really feeling this... or if it was just a whim. He watched me as he tentatively placed his hand back on my shoulder.
Silence.
Moments passed and he scooted back so he was sitting more upright with his back to the armrest. I felt the arm around my waist tighten and he pulled me back into his hard plastron. The pillow was gone. The shock of feeling my bare back against his plastron was jarring. Heat! I tensed. His hands fell on my shoulders and started to knead the muscles. "Relax, April."
I couldn't suppress a groan, and the tension slid out of my back as I slumped against him. He continued to work my muscles in my shoulders, occasionally sliding his thumbs up the cords in the back of my neck. I was limp now. He had no idea how good that felt...
I leaned forward as he began working over my shoulder blades. After a minute or two, he stopped, cupped my shoulders and pulled me against him again. I could feel him slide his hips down a bit and I reclined a little more, my hands resting on his thighs. I wasn't consciously thinking at that moment. I was enjoying the heat of his body. I started raking my nails lightly on his skin, down the top of his thighs. My elbows were touching his hips. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and stopped. What was I doing?!
"It's okay..." My own words coming back to haunt me. This time they were on his lips. I froze for a beat, then laid my palms on his thighs and began sliding them slowly up and down the outside of his thighs, real slow. Was he hard? Was this turning him on? Did I want this to turn him on? What in the hell was I doing?!
His hands came to rest on my waist, his thumbs rubbing slightly against the small of my back. His hands were so big... his fingers so thick... God, that felt so good... One hand slid slowly up and inside the open back of my dress. I tensed a little, but he didn't stop, sliding his hand around to the front and caressing my bottom ribs. "You're so soft..."
I could hear him breathing in my ear. Heavy, deep breathing that made my heart skip a beat. "Wha... what are... what are you doing?"
"You can stop me," he whispered. Did I want to stop him? "Just say the word and I'll stop..."
He brought his hand down to my navel and caressed the skin. I didn't have any underwear on! But he didn't go that low. His hand brushed back up my stomach and his thumb skimmed along the bottom of my breast. I gasped. "Say it, April," he breathed against my cheek. "Tell me what you want." I could feel his heartbeat on my back, through his plastron. It was rapid. "Do you want me to stop? Or keep going?"
I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to. This was real. "Touch me..." I gasped, barely a breath of air out of my lips. It was all I could manage.
He cupped my breast, squeezing gently, and his thumb raked over my nipple. It hardened instantly. I could feel it. I moaned - I couldn't help it - long and low and loud. When did I start wanting him so much? When did he start making me feel like a beautiful woman instead of just a sparring partner? I felt a gush of warmth between my legs. "Oh God, Donny..."
His lips against my ear, and a breath of air. "I want to make love to you..."
I was breathing very shallow, afraid to move. He was asking me a question. I could hardly remember what it was. Oh yeah... that. I took a calm steadying breath and twisted around to look at him. He let go, withdrawing his hands from my dress and letting me turn.
Oops... I shouldn't have done that. Now I was staring into those bottomless green/hazel eyes. Those dark, bottomless green/hazel eyes. I could see the desire on his face. I could feel the heat pouring off him. He was still staring at me. Watching me watching him. He'd gone still, as though afraid to startle me. Maybe he was afraid to startle me. What was the question again?
"April...?" He reached up again and put his hand on the side of my neck this time. His eyes were locked hard on mine, waiting. Passively. I could stop him...
But I didn't. I nodded. Slowly. "Please..."
I saw the slight smile. I felt the gentle pressure of his hand on my neck, pulling me forward. My body twisted around and I knelt between his legs, placing my hands on his shoulders to catch myself from falling forward. He was moving my head so slowly, it was almost torture. He didn't want to startle me. Still, he didn't want to startle me.
Within a hair's breath of his lips, his eyes were still locked on mine. He was searching my eyes. His hands were so warm, and yet so callused... His lips were just barely brushing mine when he finally spoke. "I've wanted to touch you for so long..." My eyes rolled back, closing. Was I hearing this? Was I really hearing this? "You're so beautiful... you're so smart it scares me... And no one... no one has ever turned me on like you do." He was breathing a little faster now, a little heavier. I could feel it on my lips. "With just a look... God, just a look, April, and my knees are like jelly... Just a smile and my stomach is butterflies." He was really saying this. I was really hearing it. I could feel his hand trembling on my neck where he touched me... "God help me, April, I'm so in love with you..."
Mike was right! I gasped and my mouth opened. My eyes went wide. Before any sound came out, his mouth was on mine. I blinked hard, trying to cope with the shock. His lips were sideways on mine... He was chewing gently on my top lip, sucking on my bottom lip, his tongue pushing gently against my teeth. Oh God, where did he learn to kiss like that? I was trembling as I opened to him and felt his tongue slide in, slow. I melted against him as he explored every millimeter of the inside of my mouth, sucking my tongue into his.
I suddenly wanted this more than I'd even realized. Well, Mike, he got tired of behaving himself... My body collapsed on his, my arms sliding around his shoulders. He was holding my hips, holding me firmly against his plastron. He came up for breath and ground my hips against him. I was surprised by his strength, and by the fact that he knew just how to curb it so that he didn't hurt me... just made it so obvious that he could. It wasn't a threat. It was hot as hell...
He looked at me a second longer and then gently leaned forward, pulling me to my feet. I felt the loss of his body heat like a bucket of ice water on my head. It was an empty feeling. I wanted that heat. I wanted more of it. Now. I uttered one word: "Bedroom."
He bent down, putting an arm underneath my knees and swinging me up into his arms. I grabbed his neck for support and he cradled me against his chest and walked gracefully - despite my weight - down the hall and into my bedroom. I opened my mouth to say his name as he set me gently on the bed. But his fingers came to rest on my lips. I nodded my head in understanding and he straightened. I watched as he walked over to the phone and unplugged it from the wall. I smiled.
He walked to the door and shut it, plunging the room into darkness. The next I saw or heard of him, he was at the dresser, a flicker of flame from a match in his hand lighting the one lone candle on the wood top. Then he walked to the bed, and sat beside me, our hips touching. I stared up at him for a long moment, then pushed myself up, rising to meet his lips in a slow, gentle kiss. He pulled away without deepening it, and watched my eyes as he reached up and unclasped the top button on the front of my dress. I stared back into his face as he moved down to the second button. He was teasing me. Slowly. If it wasn't making me so hot, I could've killed him for it.
He leaned in, pushing me back and leaning over me. His hand made its way to my thigh and brushed lightly before coming up to undo another button. He could see now that I wasn't wearing a bra. My breasts felt heavy...
"What do you want?" he breathed. "What do you feel? Tell me..."
I was too caught up in the anticipation to be embarrassed. I spoke without thinking. "I want you," I gasped, barely managing a whisper. "Donny, you make my breasts ache..."
A small groan slipped out of his throat and he pushed away the material of my dress. I gasped as he dropped his mouth to the underside of my breast. It was replaced by a low, shuddering moan as his mouth latched onto my nipple. His other hand was on the other one, first running his thumb over it, then cupping the whole breast and squeezing slightly, and then lightly twisting the nub between his thumb and finger. His tongue was laving my other nipple and sucking on it alternately. I wasn't sure which sensation to pay attention to... There were so many...
I moaned, arching my shoulders up, thrusting further into his mouth. He answered it, the sound vibrating against my nipple. I almost choked on the sensation it caused, the vibrations coursing straight to my uterus, and whimpered.
"Tell me," he breathed against my breast before licking at the nipple again.
I was beyond coherent thought. "Har... harder..."
He scraped his teeth over the nipple and I yelped in surprise. But it was good. It was so good... He latched on with vigor, his hand coming up to support the underside of my breast. He squeezed gently as he sucked, teasing with his teeth, slow and so hard... I'd never felt anything so beautiful in my life...
I bucked a little on the bed and his hand slid down to my knee, then began a journey up my thigh. I could feel his hand inching towards its goal. The words just seemed to slip out again. "Touch me..."
I was out of control. And I was liking it. No one had ever gotten me this excited before penetration. Even with penetration for that matter. I had no recollection of feeling these sensations ever before. His hand reached the juncture where my thigh met my groin. Now it was his turn to gasp.
He looked up, startled. "You're not wearing any underwear?" he whispered.
I smiled and chuckled slightly. "No, guess not."
"Good thing I didn't know that before..." he slurred. "I never would have made it in here."
I chuckled again. What was I supposed to say to that?
"April... you can stop me anytime you want..." he reminded me. "Just tell me and I'll stop if you get uncomfortable..."
"Donny?"
"Mmm hmm." He was kissing my breast again.
"Don't stop."
He slid his fingers over my red wiry curls, sinking one thick finger inside of me. My hips bucked as he ran his thumb over my clitoris, and I let out a little shout. He stopped suddenly and pulled away. Oh no... don't pull away. Please don't pull away! My arms reached up to prevent it until I saw him fumbling with the buttons on the dress. I helped him, racing faster than he was to get them all undone. Finally, he pulled the fabric away from my body. Then he stared.
His eyes traveled from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. I let him look, watching his eyes. After a long moment, he pulled me up so that he could slide the dress off my arms. He tossed it on the floor, never breaking my gaze. "I have never seen anyone as stunningly beautiful or incredibly sexy as you are, April," he whispered. "I'm stunned..."
What do you say to that? I blushed. He lowered himself between my legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders, and my eyes went wide as he lowered his face between my thighs. "Oh God... Donny..."
My eyes rolled back as I felt his tongue lapping at my folds. The sensation was indescribable, and my nails clawed at the mattress as I looked for something to hold onto. His tongue stiffened and pushed inside of me and I let out another yelp. Two fingers sank inside me again and those lips... slowly... moved... to close around my center of pleasure and pull... and nip... and suck...
"Oh God!"
He took me right to the edge and pulled back, right to the edge and pulled back. I was shaking with excitement. But he didn't push me over the edge. He pulled back, and put his hands on either side of my waist, looking at my face. I could see my wetness on his lips and shining on his chin, and it was driving me slowly insane. I reached up and grabbed his head, bringing him down to kiss me again, tasting myself on his lips and licking his chin. Now it was his turn to groan. I suddenly realized he was still wearing his belt and weapon.
"Get naked."
Without losing eye contact, he stood and slowly untied the belt, and let it fall, then stripped the pads one at a time from his elbows, knees, wrists... He smiled that lopsided smile at me as he removed his mask. I was stunned by what I saw. It wouldn't have seemed as if the mask and pads hid much... but damn, he looked so naked without them. No longer a warrior... but just an incredibly toned, incredibly sexy male...
I turned, and slid on my stomach to the side of the bed, my eyes drifting down his plastron to the joint of his legs and lingering there. He parted his legs a little, planted his feet, and let out a small groan as he lowered his cock from beneath the edge of his shell. It lowered into his hand gently, and I felt my eyes get a little wider. His erection was full. How tight must it have been to have that inside his shell? It was bobbing slightly with the throbbing of blood, standing straight up. He was big. Really big. And thick. I groaned just looking at it, then motioned with my hand for him to come closer.
He walked to me slowly and stopped with his knees against the bed. After a brief pause, he lifted his knee to climb onto the bed, but I stopped him with a hand on his thigh. "I want to look at you..."
I reached up and cupped his testicles gently with one hand. They spilled over both sides of my hand. "April, oh God..."
I propped myself up on one elbow and slid the cupping hand up to the base of his penis, squeezing gently. A drop of precum oozed out of the head and I closed my eyes slowly and opened them again. My hands were small, and my fingers barely made it around the base to meet. "You're... perfect..."
I heard his breath catch as I lapped the fluid off the head with my tongue. He didn't move. Eyes rising slowly, I met his gaze as I opened my mouth and slowly but steadily took in his shaft. He reached out, and gripped the post at the foot of my bed with one hand, the other wrapping into my hair. His head tipped back, knees buckling as he leaned into the bed for support.
I could feel him throbbing against the back of my throat and I was only about 3/4 of the way down his shaft. My mouth was full. I wrapped my hand around the bottom again and move gently up and down, flattening my tongue along the underside and swishing back and forth. The grunts, groans and hisses coming from him urged me on. I could feel myself get wetter in response to his excitement. I was so relaxed. Why had I feared this? I wanted to give him more pleasure than he'd ever had before. I wanted to be different than other women in his past. I'd give him anything he asked for. He didn't know that yet, but I would.
I alternated tonguing and sucking on him. He was so rigid. I shifted up onto my knees, bending at the waist for better leverage. I felt his hand stroking my hair as I grabbed both his hips and slid down on him as far as I could. His breath was ragged. He felt like soft silk over steel. The head hit the back of my throat and I stopped breathing. Then I took a deep breath through my nose. Before I could think about it and change my mind, I relaxed my throat, tilted my chin up, and pushed... feeling him slide down my throat. Once he passed my tongue, it was easy the rest of the way. I didn't stop until he was all the way in. My jaw ached a little but it was okay. I squeezed my lips tight, released them, and slid back a little.
My Lord, he was screaming my name!
"Aaaapril... I... oh Jesus... April! I... oh... Apriiiil... I can't believe..." I slid back, and down again. "Oh god, April... April, I'm going to... I don't want... not yet..." He was totally incoherent and I loved it. A giddy sense of power swept through me. I'd never deep throated anyone in my life. I'd surprised and shocked myself, but I was so relaxed and it felt so right...
I wanted to taste him. I breathed slowly through my nose. His hands were on my shoulders, trying to gently push me back. I shook my head slightly, as much as my full mouth will let me, and slid my free hand between his legs, finding his tail. "Aaah! Shit! April!"
He was trying to stay still. I took him into my mouth and down my throat again. His musky smell had me totally wild. I pressed into him again, until my nose touched his front plating, and stroked his tail firmly with the pad of my thumb. The reaction was instant: an incredible throb in his shaft and his cock swelled. A beat, and he exploded into my throat. He yelled my name, and finally lost control, the ability to stand still. I had made the ninja lose control...
He thrust into my mouth and down my throat. "Ahhh" - throb, gush - "April" - throb, gush - "Ahhh!" - throb, gush - "April!" - throb, gush- "Ahhh..." I pulled back some so I could taste him and sucked hard on the end of his shaft. Then I just supported him, my hands on his thighs until his spasms stopped. His knees were buckling for real now and I moved back on the bed, releasing him and giving him room to flop down on the bed. He did, and rolled onto his back, breathing hard.
"Ohmyfuckinggod! I've died and gone to heaven..."
I smiled broadly, stunned and elated to hear his words. Lying on my side, watching the expression on his face, I couldn't help but smile. His eyes were wide. His lips were parted. He was still panting. I could see awe and disbelief on his face. He shivered suddenly and turned to me, then folded me into an embrace, his head in the crook of my neck. "Oh god, April... I never... That was so incredible. I've never experienced anything like that before in my life. I've never come that hard. Ever." He shuddered a little, the aftereffects settling. "I didn't want to come that quickly."
"It's okay," I whispered. I wanted you to come. I wanted to taste you."
He groaned and smiled. "I owe you big time for this one..."
I laughed quietly. "Just take your time," I whispered. "We've got all night..."
He only hesitated for a moment before he pulled away and rolled me onto my back. He took his time, kissing and licking everywhere. And, God help me, I felt it. It was like he was worshipping my body. He tended to my face, lips, neck, breasts, stomach, hips. I feel so sexy in that moment, so beautiful, and so loved. Everywhere he touched me, everywhere his lips sucked my skin, his tongue licked and his fingers caressed. I could feel the waves of his desire wash over me. I'd never felt it before. Not like this. He really cared... about me. About my pleasure. It was the most erotic feeling I'd ever had.
He stopped at my feet and traveled his way back up my legs. His face was inches from my wetness, and I was on fire. He looked up at me and found me panting with anticipation. "April, what you do to me," he smirked. "I'm hard as a rock again. I'm so hard, I ache."
I shivered at his words, loving that I had this effect on him. With that, he lowered his face, and his tongue lapped at my wetness. I groaned. Once again, like last time, he stiffens his tongue and slides inside me. All I could do was whimper. He found my bundle of nerves at the top of my lips and I groaned as he began to suck on it. Two fingers slid inside me and began massaging the walls of my vagina. Now it was my turn to be incoherent. He lifted his mouth briefly and my hips bucked involuntarily, seeking the contact again.
"Tell me, April," he whispered. "Tell me what you feel..."
And the lapping, nipping, and sucking begins again. I almost screamed. "Ah... Donny... Oh yes, oh god... So good..." Harder, faster... "Ah... what you're... doing... to me... it's... Aaaah..." My hips were off the bed, rising to meet his hot, wet mouth. His hands came to either side, and pushed them back down, pinning me to the bed and keeping me open and still. "Donny... it throws... er... throbs... I... oh God...!" I could hear my voice rising, from whisper to normal tone and then to that high pitched voice in the back of my throat. "I can't... oh Donny! Please! Please!" Suddenly he pulled my hips up, thrusting deep inside of me. "I can't take... Aaah!" I heard a scream as my orgasm trembled through me. I realized the scream was mine a few seconds later. The spasms were hard, intense, starting at my vaginal walls and upward to my uterus. They rippled out over my abdomen and through my whole body, forcing my hips to buck, my back to arch, and my head to thrash back and forth as I clawed the mattress desperately.
It was the longest, most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. And he wasn't even inside of me yet. I lay there trembling, feeling my muscles continue to quiver and grip his fingers. If I'd thought I was wet before, I was really wet now. He slid up my body, dragging his skin against mine. His eyes were dark, his lids heavy. He cleared his throat softly, then whispered, "I've never seen anything as beautiful as what I just saw."
I blushed. "I've never felt anything that beautiful.." My eyes slid closed. "God, Donny, no one's ever made me..."
"Tell me," he whispered.
"Made me come without... without penetration." I looked away, suddenly a little embarrassed at my inability to find the right words.
He put his fingers under my chin and turned my head to look at him. Penetration sounded so clinical. "Good," he whispered. "I'm glad."
He smiled that masculine 'I'm so proud of myself' smile. For the first time it didn't irk me. He deserved to feel proud of himself... He deserved to feel good. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" I asked, still stunned.
He chuckled quietly, but avoided the question by turning his attention to my nipples again, flicking them lightly and sending another jolt through me. "Tell me what you want, April," he breathed.
I realized that his arousal was pushing into my thigh, throbbing. My thoughts vanished. He dipped his head to seek my nipple and desire ripped through me again. My god, I'd just come and it was already starting all over again. "Ahh, Donny, I want... I want... oh please..." Real coherent, April.
"Please what?"
"Make love to me."
"I am. That's what I've been doing."
"Pleeeeaase, Donny."
"Please what? Be specific."
Tell him what you know you want! "Please, Don, I want you inside me!" The words released me, and I arched up. "God, please, bury yourself inside me!"
He gasped, and his hips bucked against my thigh. Hands sliding under me, he pulled me up and spread my thighs apart, opening me wide to him. I could feel the head of his arousal teasing my lips. He was so big. I couldn't wait to feel him push inside me. I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. Christ, it was like Niagara Falls down there, an steady stream of warm fluid. I gripped his shoulders, nails digging into hard muscle.
He was so hard he didn't need to guide himself into me. He propped himself on one elbow, one hand still on my ass, tilting my hips up. "Look at me April." I locked eyes with him.
He slid into me, slowly, steadily, inch by inch. I groaned low, feeling his head hit my cervix. "God, April, you're so tight... so hot..."
My eyes fluttered shut. I couldn't help it. I'd never been this full. I relax and feel my walls stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time. I looked down, and pulled in my breath as I realized he was not all the way in. Almost two inches of him was still exposed. I reached down, sliding my middle and forefinger on either side of the base of his shaft. He moaned.
"I want it all," I whispered.
"April, you're so small. I don't want to hurt you."
I growled a little. "I want... all of you." I locked eyes with him, determination rising up inside of me. "I can take it," I whispered. "I will take it. Just go slow."
I reached down with my hands and pulled my knees up level with my chest, tilting my hips up. I spread my legs as far apart as I could. I felt a little silly for second, but then looked up and saw the look in his eyes. He couldn't believe I was trying this. I took a deep breath, relaxing my whole body. "Do it."
"April? I..."
"Do it!" I was dizzy with lust. I had to feel this. I didn't know why, but I had to.
He braced himself on both elbows, and let his weight sink fully down onto me. His hips pushed gently and firmly. He met the resistance of my cervix and stretched it. "Push," I breathed. "Hard."
"I'll hurt you."
"No, push harder."
He took in a deep breath, laid his mouth on mine, and snapped his hips. I felt him ram in those last two inches or so, to the hilt. I could feel his pubic bone grind into me. I felt him push through my cervix opening up into my uterus. It felt like I had a log between my legs. I could feel him in my entire abdomen. It ached, but it was a delicious ache. He groaned hoarsely, and I...well... screamed, into his mouth. Then I screamed his name as the unexpected orgasm rips through me, catching me completely off guard. "Dooonny! Fuck! Yes!"
I could feel every spasm grip his penis because I was stretched so wide. My vision went black and then faded back in. When I finally drift back to Earth, I looked up. His fingers were biting in to my shoulders and he was gritting his teeth. I'd never been multi-orgasmic. It was only a myth to me, until a few seconds ago.
"April, don't move," he grunted out. I was still gripping my knees. My hips ached a bit, but I held as still as I could. "I don't want to come yet..."
I nodded. Seconds passed. He finally let out his breath and nodded. I let go of my knees and my legs sank down and wrap around his thighs. He still fit. My walls had stretched a bit and my orgasm had pulled them back to accommodate him a little better. But he was still tight. Really tight, even after my orgasm. He looked shocked for a few seconds and then gave me that lop-sided grin again as he started to move. He pulled out a little and pushed back in, pulling a bit further out each time before sinking in again, allowing my walls to stretch slowly and adjust to his size.
Finally, he pulled out until only his head was still inside me, and then sank into me again, slow and steady, to the hilt. Again, and again, and again. His breathing was ragged. We were both moaning now. "Jesus, April, you feel so good, so wet, sooo tight... I've never felt... April... I dreamed... never thought..." I moaned softly, staring up at him. "Tell me how you like it..."
"Long strokes," I gasped. "Deep, yeah, just like that." I realized he was still being careful, afraid to hurt me. "I won't break, Don. You don't need to be careful."
I met his thrusts as his pace increased a little. My hands slid over the ragged edge of his carapace, and then around to his chest plates, tracing the creases with my nails. Another grunt sounded from that. I looked down, and watched his hips do the work to push that enormous shaft in and out of me. He was pulling almost completely out and sliding back in. His penis is swollen, the veins bulging, glistening with my juices. He paused and looks down too. "April... dear God..."
He levered himself up and puts his hands on my hips, pinning them to the bed and begins thrusting again. I moaned. "I've already come twice," I reminded him. "You don't need to wait for me."
His jaw clenched. I felt him twitch inside of me and I another spasm of pleasure rolled through me. "Come for me, Donny," I gasped. "Fill me."
Something seemed to snap inside of him at my words. His eyes turned wild, his head snapped back, neck muscles straining. His hips thrust once, quick, hard and he slammed into me, so hard, so fast. But his strokes didn't shorten. I was full, stretched, his strokes were pulling the hood of my clitoris down. He was brushing over it with every stroke. I could feel it building again... I couldn't believe it... I was babbling again... "Oh my god... Donny... this can't... happen again.... impossible..."
"Let go," he hissed in my ear. "Let go April. Come!"
I tumbled over the edge again, and my muscled clamped down hard around him. His head snapped down to look into my eyes, and he exploded. Hoarse, almost agonized cries came from the back of his throat as his whole body spasmed in orgasm. He held himself inside of me, an arm now tightly around my waist. I could feel the hot splash of his semen wash my insides with warmth. He finally stilled and wound both arms around my shoulders as his body sinks onto mine. His nose was on my neck again, nuzzling my hair.
He started to roll away and I clasped him to me with my legs and my arms. "Stay," I whispered.
"April, I must be crushing you."
"No, I like your weight," I protested. "Feels good. Stay a minute."
He nods. We lay there still joined, breathing slowly returning to normal. Then, slowly, the realization. Very slowly, reality was setting in. Very slowly, as he pulled out of me, and turned to his side, embracing me and holding me close to his chest.
"Do you feel better?"
Guilt. The wash of guilt hit me out of nowhere, and it was so strong it almost took the breath right out of my lungs. "Oh my God..."
"It's okay," he assured, as if he knew what I was thinking.
"I... no... I mean I..." There were too many emotions, and too many reasons, for me to put it all into words.
"It's okay, April," he whispered. "No one even has to know."
I blinked. What? Add confusion to the list of emotions. I pulled away, and looked up at him. Suddenly, I felt very naked. "I...? Know what? I... don't understand..."
"You never answered my question."
I shook my head a little. "What question?"
"Do you feel better?"
I considered it. I frowned. Right now, I wasn't sure what to feel. "Donny... you're..."
"A friend," he finished.
That was true... but that wasn't what I'd been thinking. My thoughts were more along the lines of "sixteen". Which made what just happened between us so many levels of wrong...
"April, it's okay," he said calmly. "Really." He reached out and touched the side of my face gently. "You're in heat. And you're miserable. And it felt good, didn't it?"
I blinked. "I'm what?"
"I could smell it the minute I walked in," he answered, tucking my hair behind my ear. "And the way you couldn't sit still on that couch. You really were driving me crazy..."
I frowned. So... what was that supposed to mean? I wasn't sure what to say.
He pulled his hand back, giving me space, and just looked at me. "Trust me, April. I'm not gonna get hurt. We're just friends. But I'd rather be there for you than watch you suffer and make us both crazy." He smiled slightly, relaxing. "And no one has to know. Unless you want them to. I'd be content to just leave it where it stands."
Very slowly, I was relaxing. His voice was so calming, so self-assured. "Where... does it stand?" I asked.
He hesitated a long moment, then reached for my hand, folding it in his own. "Friends," he answered. "With benefits if you want them. Don't be ashamed to ask me, April. You have no idea how much I've enjoyed this..."
I studied him. He was serious. And he was not like any sixteen year old I'd ever met... but there was still a nagging something in the back of my mind that said this was wrong. I'd identify it later. For the moment, with the aftereffects of orgasm still running through my body, I just relaxed, and closed my eyes as I squeezed his hand. "Okay, Donny," I whispered. "For now."
"For now," he agreed, pulling close and wrapping me in a warm embrace.
