Exams Are Over- The Fun Begins

He gave me a month to study and focus on my exams, after all, every time we hung out- I kind of got "distracted". Well may be absolved is a better word for use. I'd make sure to clear my schedule of all my assignments and get my studies out of the way; because my Fridays/ weekends were dedicated to him. I'd leave my class by 2pm and take the earliest bus to his work place. Yeah that's right; he works.

He's 5 years older than me and a lot taller than me too and heavier- placing him at 6ft 5'', 220lbs over my 5ft 2'', 130 lbs. Yeah, he could break me, but he's the sweetest and gentlest thing- my panda bear. My sweet little pervy bear. Before him, I always dated guys I met online. You could say I was a loner/ not very social and by dating I meant fucking. I'd meet these guys for the first time, at their house and we were getting down and nasty.

Not the brightest ideas I've had in my life, nor were they the safest but when you're horny, you're horny. It's just that simple.

"How were your exams?" Chris asked me on the phone.

It was the first time I had spoken to him in 4 weeks, and boy was I thirsty. I never knew I could long for a man the way I did for him after just hearing his voice. My knees started to buckle and spontaneously my energy began to drain. I felt as if I had just climaxed from hearing his words.

"They're over..." my voice began to strain, "why talk about it?" regaining my confidence, I cleared my throat.

"When do I see you then?" he asked in that teasing voice- letting me know, I was going to get it and get it good.

"Whenever you want, lover boy" I teased, licking my lips and dropping my tone. In my 24 years, I've never felt like such a horny teenager- well I have but I never wanted a guy the way I wanted him.

It was an hour bus ride to his place- life of a student, I know. I got there at about 4:45pm because he ends at 5pm and I hate to wait. He let me sit in his office, while he worked away at his desk. I sat there noticing he had longer eyelashes than I, his bottom lip was red and fuller than his top and his fine hairs framed his face well, while his locks were pulled in a neat low pony tail. Contrary to my short bob which I recently dyed purple, my eyelashes were almost non-existent, as I spent most of my time plucking them out from my eyes.

My gaze began to lower to his neck. It was clean; I'd have to change that with some hickeys, which he didn't necessarily like, as he thought they were unprofessional. He would so hate me, especially since it's summer and he can't wear turtle necks as an excuse anymore. I swear I can't help myself though, once my tongue hits that bounding pulse, I just can't help but bite down on the skin around it. I lap at his neck like a dog hungry for water.

Suddenly I began to raise my eyes to find his eyes meeting mine. I swallowed a gasp knowing he saw me ogling him. He began to show teeth as his lips curve into a smile and I just couldn't resist biting my lip. He got up, not avoiding eye contact with me. It was a slow seductive prowl, the way in which he walked over to me. As if a predator being wary of scaring its prey away; it was the sexiest, most exotic and scary thing I've ever seen all in one. I had no idea why I was scared, but my heart began to rapidly hammer in to my mouth, I swallowed hard, as if trying to push it back down into my chest. Unaware, I began to back up further and further into the couch I was sitting on, until most of my weight was now on the back and I felt myself tipping backwards.

I let out a little scream or yelp as Chris was suddenly on top of me, hands behind my head protecting me as we both tipped over in the falling couch. Everything seemed to slow down at that moment. The feeling of falling back, him holding onto me yet sustaining his balance as the couch fell. It was the longest 2 seconds of my life, as I just lay there watching him then 'thud'. We hit the floor, but I felt no pain.

My back was against the coldness of the floor and that seemed to alleviate the hot steamy tension I had built up only seconds ago. My head was fine, but before thinking about my head, I forgot that Chris' hand should probably not be okay. I looked up into his calm eyes and he began to frown after he noticed I was starting to panic. Fear set in motion in my head, that I'd caused unnecessary trouble and damaged his hands by being impulsive.

He began making cooing noises, as if telling me not to scream or panic or cry. I bit hard on my lips, trying to stifle a little cry. I hated that I got so emotional when it came to him, but its unavoidable right? When you love someone- it just makes you stupid.

"Ummm, Chris..," he cut me off, sealing his lips forcefully over mine.

Did I say I cooled down from the floor? I lied, that kiss ignited every fire in my body. His tongue traced gently over my lips before it delved into my mouth to mingle with mine. It was wet, sloppy and intensely awesome. He sucked on my tongue with his, interchanging with licking and sucking on my lips. I began to feel like I was turning blue in the face, but I couldn't understand- the kiss was so good. Then I realized I couldn't breathe. I tapped his shoulder and he let up.

"Sorry, It's been so long." he breathed out in a raspy tone. I inhaled deeply through my mouth, as if there was no oxygen going to my brain at the moment.

"It's okay." I smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips, before he got up off me.

His knuckles were red from the fall but no cuts or intense bruising which made me relieved. He out stretched his hand and I took it, lifting me up to my feet.

I glanced at my watch to notice, it was 5:30pm. We had wasted time and would suffer for it by hitting rush hour traffic. I groaned and looked around to see we were the only ones left in the office; apparently everyone else had left early for the weekend.

"I'll drive," I frowned as I looked at Chris rubbing his knuckles. He opened his mouth to say something, but I guess the look on his face made him decide otherwise. I looked at my reflection in my phone to note the face I made, just in case; I got the chance to use it again.

A little smile curved my lips to have a least some control over him- I hated being completely powerless.

I threw my stuff on the back seat and hopped into the driver seat. We stopped at East Side Mario's on the way to pick up dinner because I was sure being a Friday- there was no food at his place. In addition we'd be too tired to even cook a decent meal.

I got the same thing I always do- spaghetti and meatballs and he just got Alfredo penne. I had forgotten it was no meat Fridays but as long as he didn't eat meat, we were fine. Which ultimately meant I had to finish what I ordered by myself. I frowned at this late realization.

We pulled up at his house and I got my stuff out of the car and texted my mom that I won't be home this weekend, in case she wanted to stop by my apartment randomly like she always does. She reminds me of Santa Claus- she comes bearing gifts every time she comes. If course, it's always something she saw on sale and just had to buy for me. I never pay her back for it and she always complains- as if I asked for it. In the end I end up with all this 'stuff' and no place to put it.

We took 30 minutes to finish the food since we were so hungry. I went to Chris's room to change clothes while he washed the dishes. Yes, he washes the dishes. I know, why don't I just marry the guy already.

I slipped into something comfortable more or less. An oversized button up long sleeved T shirt I got from Wal-Mart and a pair of his boxers- with the peekaboo hole in the front. I always loved men's boxers. So airy unlike the tight cotton female ones.

I was packing away the clothes I had taken off into my bag, when I heard a low rumble behind me. I stifled a gasp as I stood up and turned around. There I saw Chris towering over me like a bear. I cleared my throat and looked up into his brown eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked folding my arms

"I haven't hugged you in forever," he said outstretching his arms and wrapping me completely in him. I couldn't free my hands and I definitely had difficulty breathing. I began to wiggle my arms out so I could wrap them around his waist- which was where I met him. He nuzzled his chin on my head and I turned my face to the side to breathe. He then began stroking my hair- running his fingers through it as he groaned.

With his fingers still laced into my hair- he grabbed hold and pulled the hair at the nape of my neck down, tilting my chin up to meet him.

"I missed your lips," he breathed, hovering his lips over mine, slightly brushing back and forth back and forth. I closed my eyes and the tension at the back of my head tightened as he pulled me closer to his lips. He licked me, soft little nibbles at first- as if somehow acquiring my taste. Then delving deep into me, his right hand remained in my hair as his left grabbed my throat- brushing his thumb up and down the length of my neck.

He began to take steps forward, which ultimately pushed me to takes steps back. We did this, eyes closed, still kissing, slowly dancing until my back hit the wall. It was then he released my hair and began to cup my face- still tilting my chin upward to kiss me. His kisses trailed to the side of my jaw and down my neck, soft pulling bites with teeth. Pinning me to the wall, with his body, his knee between my legs- he nudged me until I moaned.

My heart began to race as if trying to come up through my mouth again, as he stifled me with another kiss. Lapping at my tongue like a dog thirsty for water. His left hand moved from my neck and began to tug at the buttons on my T shirt. Our foreheads touched and our eyes stayed connected as he popped the buttons off my shirt until it gaped open revealing my erect nipples and boxers. In one swift motion he kissed me, hooking both fingers in the waist of my boxers and slowly began to pull them down. I helped him to get them off by stepping out of them.

Now I felt completely vulnerable- here I was standing completely nude in front of him while he was fully clothed. He stopped for a second and looked at me- his eyes searched my eyes before roaming to my breasts, lingering for a while. His gaze progressed to my navel where he brushed lightly with his fingers before he moved his hands down to the area of wetness between my legs. He looked at me then, when his fingers delved into my juices. He watched my eyes roll back into my head at the pleasure I experienced from his touch and he definitely saw the surprise on my face from the gasp I made.

It was the smile that curved his lips that let me know it was fucking sexy watching me. I couldn't deny the urge and raw passion I felt as he held my hips and lifted me to sit on his shoulders. Now, I'm afraid of heights and although it was scary to almost be touching the ceiling; my mind went blank once his lips touch my lower lips. My fingers delved into his hair- grabbing on for dear life and he licked my juices and sucked on my clit relentlessly.

It was the most intense feeling I had ever had. I have never been more grateful for not masturbating or having sex for 4 weeks.

"Shit Chris!" I screamed in ecstasy as he bit down on my clit.

It was an intense mixture of pleasure and pain and my legs began that uncontrollable shaking that they do when I can't control the pleasure I'm feeling. Chris knew this but still didn't stop, instead he licked me harder and faster- then sucked. He sucked on those little bundles of nerves until I couldn't take it anymore.

I began trying to push him away to no avail of course.

When I was just about to climax, he stopped. Frustrated, I groaned. He held me by the waist and suddenly I was flung onto the bed on my back. It wasn't that hard a fall but it sure knocked the wind out of me. I had forgotten I had the T shirt on, until he flipped me over onto my stomach. Straddling my hips with his legs and he yanked the sleeves down my arms and tied them. I couldn't move my hands.

"What are you doing?" I got curious and excited all in one. Chris didn't reply. All I heard was the sound of a zipper and then I felt him raise my hips up before thrusting into me.

"Oh my g..." I couldn't finish as he covered my mouth with his left hand while using his right hand to rub my clit.

I was furiously turned on. I wriggled and tried to stop him. It was intense, too intense, it was driving me nuts. I wanted to orgasm so bad it hurt. He was pumping into me hard and fast as if listening to some rock and roll music- pumping to the beat that you'd bob your head to.

His balls started to hit against my pussy and that just made me cry out. It was then that I bit the hand covering my mouth- but all he did was stick his fingers in and down my throat. I was gagging and I tried to bite him but I couldn't cause enough harm for him to let go. The rubbing at my clit slowed as he started to move his hips in circular motions- as if he wasn't grinding into me enough. The slow taunt drove me bonkers.

He'd pull back most of the way as if going to pull out then ram back into me hard and fast. My body jolted every time he entered and I was beginning to get exhausted from the desire to climax.

He came to almost a complete stop. He usually does this when he wants to last a big longer and I pondered what he was going to do now. I was flipped over like a sack of potatoes and my shirt which bound my hands was hooked on one of the poles at the head of the bed. I couldn't lift my hands high enough to free myself so I guess I was stuck for the time being. I tried to kick at him but he wouldn't budge.Instead he grabbed my waist and instinctively I wrapped my legs around him.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself. I just wanted to fricking come, not play this game of cat and mouse.

Almost as if he was a genie adhering to my commands- he pulled out a vibrator from behind him. There was an evil glow in his eyes and sheer panic in mine. I started to shake my head

"No, no, no," I began to repeat over and over- but he simply just nodded. He grabbed my panties from the side and used them as a gag for my mouth- my eyes grew wide as I feared the worst. He turned on the Hitachi and rested it right against my clit.

It wasn't even there for 3 seconds before I started thrashing on the bed. The pleasure was unmistakable- I'd be done in less than 3 minutes. My back began to arch as I tried to pull away but my legs held onto Chris like an idiot. He used this chance to enter me again. This time I was oozing pussy juice from all the pleasure I'd accumulated. I tried to scream but the gag muffled the sound. He leaned back a bit, keeping the vibe on my clit and moving his hips faster- fucking me faster then harder.

We started making that wet slapping noise that happens in porn when you know they're fucking you right. I hate that noise- it grosses me out but Chris loves it. I saw the smile on his face and it was almost unmistakable. He pumped harder and faster now as if he wasn't going fast before- like the fricking energizer bunny. My breasts began flopping up and down, up and down. He was really fucking me. I started to feel him come and he pressed the vibe even harder against my clit.

I screamed so hard, I choked on my saliva with the underwear gag in my mouth. My body jolted and it felt as if I was being electrocuted. Chris' thrusts slowed down as he milked his sperm into my throbbing pussy. Or maybe it was me milking him as I felt myself contract and release at the orgasm I just had. I still felt like I was going through the mild effects of a seizure and soon my body began to calm. I glared at him for a bit until he took the gag from my mouth.

"You were so sexy," he said kissing me.

First kissing the cum from my panties off my lips then a deep kiss- with his tongue down my throat. He was still inside me and as he leant in closer to kiss me deeper I could feel that the vibe was still on, and still on my clit. I tried to push him away but it was too late as my body rocketed into another seizure like orgasm, not only 3 minutes after the first one. This time he held me as if trying to protect me from the inevitable. Usually when someone is having a seizure, you protect their head. I suppose in this case that's what he was doing but it wasn't. He wanted to hold the vibe to me longer so that I could have a 3rd orgasm. And I did, He was sucking on my neck when I bit into his shoulder. I couldn't take it anymore- I was exhausted. I couldn't stop the orgasms and I couldn't control them. All the adrenaline and my heart and my breathing were just accelerated and I couldn't take it anymore.

Any little touch after this would just set me off.

"Get...off...me," I started with my teeth closed. This time he didn't put up a fight.

He released me, unbound my hands and pulled out his still hard dick form inside me. I was so drained from all of it, I couldn't move, I couldn't lift a finger- my body was like jello.

Chris put the vibe away and nestled into me- his face between my legs- as he licked our mingled cum from my legs and pussy. He was careful to avoid my clit as he cleaned me up. I wanted him to stop because it felt so good but I was spent. Until he licked my clit- just a little flick with his tongue and my body jolted. I couldn't stop it and I couldn't stop him. My hands just wouldn't move as he spread the lips of my pussy and exposed my clit. He sucked on it, flicking his tongue over it at intervals and I screamed.

"You're killing me," I whispered, not even sure if I was making coherent sentences or even forming words.

"I know," he said with my privates still in his mouth "you're so sexy." He stopped.

I breathed a sigh of relief and he smiled. Before I knew it- we fell asleep in that position. A satiated sex driven, passionate, ecstatic and blissful feeling.

"Hopefully you're not horny when we wake up." I mumbled to myself but knew were having morning sex.