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Steven Grant was never the type to do anything unpredictable. When you’d met him a little over a month and a half ago, he was ringing you up at the gift shop inside the National Art Gallery in London. He had left such an impression on you that you couldn’t help but go back the very next day, only to buy something you didn’t need just to see the gift shop clerk smile at you again. He had a way of stopping time, letting his hooded eyes linger on you for a little too long, but for you it wasn’t long enough.
You had to make the first move, as it wasn’t going to come from him, that much was clear. The third time you found yourself in the gift shop, with no real reason for being there other than wanting to see him again, you decided to be more bold. You invited him out for dinner, to which he promptly turned into a stuttering mess and eagerly agreed. He was more confident than you initially had thought after getting a chance to pick his brain. As soon as you brought up the new Egyptian exhibit, he came to life.
It was like his entire body changed when he talked about it, all his knowledge spilling out like a faucet. No stuttering or stammering, no confusion or lack of certainty, he was confident and clear, and he didn’t stop talking. You liked watching the way he lit up, so excited to have someone just listening to him while he went on for nearly the entire date. Normally something like that would be irritating, never being asked about yourself, but you liked to see him so happy and passionate. It excited you.
He didn’t make the move to kiss you that night, so you had to lean in first, but that was okay with you. After a few bad dates with guys that were all too handsy, you were glad to be spending time with someone who respected your boundaries and let you initiate the first touch. Steven was like no one you’d ever dated, and you were going to make sure you held on to him.
That’s why, when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend, you jumped at the opportunity. There was no chance you were going to say no to someone as pure and genuine as him. Men like him were a rare breed, and you couldn’t imagine finding someone who treated you better. The days blended together, spending time meeting up for lunch dates by the museum or going to his flat in the evening to watch a corny movie and makeout on the couch. With every passing day, you fell deeper and deeper in love with him. It was hard not to, really.
Neither of you had taken the next step though. The next step to do something like that, to go any further with your physical relationship. You weren’t a virgin, but Steven had told you that he was, and so you were letting him decide when the time was right to move forward. This didn’t change the fact that you’d gotten yourself so worked up kissing him that you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom once or twice mid-makeout to ease the ache that was building. While you were in there you had to keep one hand over your mouth while you were two knuckles deep into your soaking mound.
You would go home after spending the evening pressed against him, trying not to let the desire vibrating beneath your bones spill out in a disconcerting way, afraid of scaring Steven away with how badly you wanted him. It was proving to be quite difficult, holding off until he felt ready. The littlest actions would set you off, like the time he had chocolate leftover on his lip and his tongue peeked out to swipe at it, your eyes zoning out in a daydream about what could be if you acted on your carnal thoughts.
When he finally mentioned it, you were so excited you could hardly contain it. It was Valentine’s Day, and the two of you were a mess on the couch. His mouth was spreading over yours in open, wet kisses, the feeling of his chest leaning against yours heady; the desire to be closer so strong for you. Steven’s tongue licked into your mouth over and over, pulling needy noises from you as he went. You felt the nagging press of his cock against your thigh. He had one hand touching your breast over your shirt and the other was holding your waist while he hovered his body over yours. Breaking apart for air, he looked at you with such a heated gaze you swore he could read your mind.
“I…I think I’m ready, love, I want to-I want to try it.” He said breathlessly.
You couldn’t contain your excitement.
“Really? Are you sure?” You said eagerly, glad to be able to satisfy the throbbing between your legs, but not wanting to push him.
“Yeah,” he mumbled as he dove back in for more ravenous kisses that trailed to your jaw and eventually your neck.
“Okay, let’s move this to the bed then.” You were impatient and needy, and now that you knew he wanted to take it further, you didn’t want to wait.
“Alright, yeah.”
He walked over to the bed and started taking off his shirt, letting your eyes wander over his now revealed torso. You loved Steven’s body. He wasn’t overly toned, muscular with some cushion - his behind surprised you the first time you noticed it, overall breathtaking nonetheless. You removed your own clothes with haste, discarding your soaking panties as well before Steven could get to them. When you looked back up, you saw Steven with his cock in his hand. It was bigger than you were expecting, judging from the bulge in his pants that was pressing against you all this time.
“Do you have protection?” You asked, finding yourself salivating while staring at his length, having a hard time dragging your eyes upward to meet his.
He visibly gulped. “Bollocks.”
Damn, you thought, it was good while it lasted. Unless…
“We don’t have to, dove, I’d be happy with anything you give me.” Steven suggested.
You walked closer to him and touched your fingertips to his neck gently. You wanted him so badly, more than anything, and here he was standing at attention for you. You wanted to feel him inside of you, the heavy weight of him pushing into you. His breathing was ragged, desperate, needy. You weren’t on birth control, the hormones not sitting well with your physiology, so you stayed away from the stuff. This could be risky, but it was a chance you were willing to take in order to have him fill you with his thick cock like you’d been imagining for weeks.
“How about, just when you’re about to…you know…you pull out?” You suggested, fully pressing your palm to his chest now and looking up to stare into his imploring dark eyes.
He nodded, curls flopping into his eyes, “Yeah, yeah I can manage that… I think.”
With that you slotted your lips over his once again in a flurry of passionate and heavy kisses, your desperation spilling into your actions. His hands were roaming, exploring, feeling up your sides and cupping your breasts. He pinched your nipples between his fingers and moaned into you. You felt his cock pressing against your abdomen eagerly as you pressed yourself to him again, desperate for a hole to bury itself into.
The bed was right behind you, so you fell back onto it, shimmying over to situate yourself by the pillows. Steven quickly climbed over you, strong arms caging you in. You spread your legs around him wide, ready to take him. The fact that he didn’t know what he was doing was part of the excitement. It was both adorable and enticing, the nervously eager way he looked at your pussy. He ran a finger over your glistening slit, causing you to arch your back into his touch.
“Ahh, Steven .” You breathed, keeping your eyes on him. His eyes never left your face.
He was fascinated in the way you reacted to him touching different parts of your soaking mound, the different sounds you let out egging him on. He liked the way you shuddered when he found that hard nub between your folds, your lips parting on a gasp. Your hips shifted forward as if to say to touch you more. Instead, he lifted his fingers to his lips, running them along his tongue and savoring the sweet delicious taste of you.
“Steven,” you whined. “Fuck me. Please.” You couldn’t handle his teasing anymore.
He rubbed the tip along your folds before finding your entrance. When he did, he thrust his entire length into you, having prepared you enough beforehand to do so with ease. His eyebrows shot up at the sensation of your cunt fluttering around his cock in response, never having felt anything like this before. He pulled back, to the edge, and then pushed into you again, forcing a breathless moan from your sweet lips. Steven leaned over and kissed you tenderly, delicately entangling his tongue with yours.
He remembered that you weren’t on birth control, and that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Fuck. He thrusted again into you, deep, hard. He had to remember to pull out, no matter how good it felt, he couldn’t risk getting you pregnant. Ohh, shit. Another hard thrust. Closing his eyes, he tried to control his breathing to steady himself. Steven imagined what you would look like though, filled with his spend, pregnant with his baby. Another deep thrust, and then…oh no!
When he spent restless nights palming his own release, it never happened this fast. He never came in such a short time, but here he was, breathing heavily in whimpering moans while he filled you up with ropes of cum. His face turned hot, and yet somehow his palms went cold. He just came inside of you, he just filled you to the brim with his spend.
“S-Steven did you just … ” You looked at his face and then down between your legs. His cock was still inside of you, still pulsating. “Did you just come inside me?”
“I…I didn’t know it would happen so fast, I’m so sorry. I was just thinking about it, about how good it felt and…oh f-”
“No, erm, no it’s actually…it’s actually fine.” You said, much to his surprise.
In truth, you weren’t as upset as you should be. You might actually get pregnant, and while the thought was a little scary, you knew Steven wasn’t like other guys. He was different, kind and caring. The fact that he was so quick to come inside of you was honestly rather…hot.
“I just couldn’t help it, I’m s-sorry.” His mouth offered apology after apology, while his hips were slowly but noisily pushing his cum back into you.
He chanced a look down and groaned, “Wow, look at that, love.”
Steven was watching himself push his spend back into you with his cock, his movements not catching on anything thanks to his load. The muscles in his abdomen were twitching a little from the oversensitivity, but it quickly passed. Seeing his cum spilling out of your hole around his cock inspired his erection to stiffen once again. He loved seeing it go back inside of you, keeping you full, making you take his seed again and again.
“Can I, love, please?” His hooded eyes trained on you were so desperate, so needy. “Please, give me one more, just one more.” He breathed.
Despite your better judgment, you couldn’t say no to Steven. You were certain at this point that he was the love of your life, even after only a couple of months. You couldn’t help but give it to him, you’d give him anything, especially when he asked so nicely.
Placing your hand on his cheek, you nodded, “Okay, baby.”
Kissing your palm before plunging forward, he tilted your hips up as he thrust into you, hitting you deeper than before. You let out a sound somewhere between a shriek and a groan as you grip onto the sheets for stability. He was pounding into you, fucking his cum deeper inside with every powerful thrust.
He let go of your hips and fell forward on his elbows, hovering over you. He mouthed at your breasts, flicking your nipple with his tongue. While his lips were busy on one side, his hand was teasing at the other, your nerves alight with pleasure. You were in complete ecstasy. Steven may have been a virgin not ten minutes ago, but he fucked you into the mattress like he’d been doing it for ages, hitting all the right spots.
“ Fuck , Steven, you’re s-so good.” You said through your cacophony of moans.
He sat back up, and grabbed the backs of your knees, pushing them down and testing your flexibility. Steven was bending you in half, your knees went up nearly to your head as the new angle made you see stars. He was fucking you good and deep now, you swore you felt him in your lungs. Skin slapping against skin, he rammed into you as though he were trying to win a race. You were nearly screaming now, feeling yourself reaching that sweet, mind-numbing climax you’d been chasing since he kissed you on the couch earlier in the evening.
When people talk about the big O moment, this is what they imagine. Bone shattering convulsions that turn your brain into nothing but a pile of mush in your head. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull while your cunt gushed over Steven’s cock. You’d never felt anything like it, and when he dropped your knees, you felt them shaking in an effort to keep your legs spread.
“There you go, love.”
Steven sounded proud of himself for making you come so hard, and he should feel proud. He looked down at his cock sliding in and out of you. There was a ring of white around the girth of it as he just kept fucking you through your flutters.
“Look at that, that’s new, innit?” He’d never seen that before, not in any of the movies he’d watched at least. “Didn’t know you could do that, sweetie.”
You couldn’t even speak anymore to try and figure out what he was talking about. He had erased your vocabulary completely. You responded with a pathetic groan, attempting to agree with him. He was still enjoying the view, eyes fixated on watching his own spend trickling out of you, now mixed with the mess you’d created. He was certain he put a baby in you, and if he hadn’t, he surely was about to. Just thinking about filling you up again hardened his cock to a point of agony for him, twitching inside you.
“Mmm, I’m right- ahh , right there…I’m gonna-” His words were cut off by his groan of satisfaction, pulled from him from the sheer force of his orgasm.
Steven was shooting into you again, filling you beyond your threshold and he began spilling out the sides, but he didn’t stop fucking it into you until he was completely empty. After some time, he pulled out and found himself transfixed with the way his cum dripped out of you and onto the sheets.
“Well, that’s pretty, innit? Look at you, all full like that, sweetie. How pretty.” He was positively beaming. A bit of drool threatened to drip out of his open mouth. Wiping it away quickly, he asked “Is it okay if I-? Oh sorry, sorry, but I can’t just leave you like this, can I?”
You were stuck staring at his face, brows furrowed, unable to believe what he was suggesting. Was he aware of how his words were affecting you? Was he saying…did he mean… oh my days, you thought while he leaned forward to lap at your dripping folds. The obscene sound of him slurping at both your juices and his was strangely intoxicating.
Steven didn’t know what came over him, but he was so drunk off pleasure that he wanted to taste you, and he wanted to taste himself coming out of you. And oh, you tasted so good. He reached a finger inside, drawing out globs of white and drinking it down. He pushed in a second finger and heard you whine under his touch from the sensitivity.
His tongue flicked over your clit, forcing you to arch your back and angle your hips toward his face. You couldn’t get enough of him, you couldn’t get enough of the meek and innocent gift shoppist Steven Grant. Even though you had dreamed of sharing this with him for a while, never did you expect this. This surpassed anything you could have imagined, his eyes carried a crazed look that you couldn’t have expected from him. Both of his digits fucked into you while he ate your pussy like a meal he’d been craving. His fingertips drew upward as though they were beckoning your orgasm forward.
“Oh shit, Steven- Ahhh ,” You used one hand to grip the sheets desperately, and the other tangled into his messy curls of their own volition.
When he moaned against you, the vibration sent your head back. After the last one, you didn’t think you could handle another orgasm. In fact, you’d been positive he wouldn’t be able to get it out of you, but you were getting closer, in spite of the sensitivity. When you thought about the fact that Steven had not only filled you once, but twice in the same night, you realized that you may have your own kink that you didn’t realize. The idea of it made your cunt flutter over his fingers. You wanted him to fill you up again .
You came again, your knuckles ached with the grip you held over the sheets. You were certain the neighbors would be having a word with Steven in the morning, but he didn’t seem to care, and honestly, neither did you. Your mind went blank while your cunt squeezed the life from his fingers with every wave of pleasure that flowed through you. Steven ate that up too without hesitation.
He climbed back over you and kissed you before collapsing on the bed at your side. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, tucking his face into the nape of your neck and nuzzled into you. His breathing was rapidly evening out, the air huffing against your neck hotly. Your body melted into his, relaxed and sated, safe in the arms of your beau.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steven.” You said, breathlessly, not quite believing the last hour.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” He mumbled into your skin before promptly falling asleep.