One Shots Rated R

once in a life time

I could feel the curve of his body up against me, a man had never come this close to me before. I wouldn't let them. But this was something different, even with my body flush against his, it wasn't enough. I wanted to feel him, every inch of him against me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I knew what I wanted it to be.

I wanted him to put his face to mine. To feel the heat under his lips, the blood rushing into my face. I knew that he could tell what I wanted, my arms wrapped around his thick, tall frame. My frame stretched to the max, pushing my pale pink covered breasts against his chest. My core against his.

I wanted him. I wanted him like I've never wanted anything before. I could live without sunlight, water, food, family, but I swear I would die right then and there if he didn't kiss me. He let a small smirk slip through before he leaned his head down to mine. He was so close to me, I could feel his breath hot on my cheek.

It was magnetic the kind of pull he had on me, something that no boy had ever had before. He looked down into my eyes, before gently, barely touching his cool lips to mine. It was brief, too brief, but he soon consumed me. His lips pulled at my own, I let myself open up fully. I let him suck my bottom lip into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth. I groaned, this was the kind of the thing that didn't happen.

We were moving in unison soon, a kind of rhythmic tango that you only learn from experience. He knew just how to make me putty in his hands. His lips soon moved from mine, down my jawline, nipping and sucking tenderly as he went. They latched themselves onto my collarbone, to a spot of skin that sent a flood of heat down into my core.

I moaned and I felt him smile against me. Slowly pushing the straps of my dress down over my shoulder, he moved down them leaving little kisses as he went. Soon the only protection I had from the outside world was gone, and I was left bare and exposed in the late afternoon sunlight.

He drank me in, caressing and touching as he went. I had never felt the warm palm of a male hand grasp my breast before. Who knew that a sensation so trivial could bring such pleasure. The little pink buds stood up to greet him, wanting him to give them his love and attention. His warm mouth was on a whole different level of ecstasy. He skillfully cared and dotted on them before turning his attention back to my face.

I knew then that I would do whatever it was that he wanted. I grabbed a hold of his t-shirt and tugged it off of his head, exposing a well looked after physic. The tanned dark skin left me salivating. What really caught my attention were the little scars that lined his torso. They were angry white lines that zigged and zagged this way and that.

I had never felt so sad in my life, that this eretrical creature could be wounded just like all men. Gently kissing the line of his left shoulder I placed kisses everywhere I could see. I needed this beautiful being to know that he was the reason I was alive, that he was what I was waiting for.

He quickly brought my face back up to his and placed a soft langue kiss on my lips. While he proceed to lavish me with kisses, his hand leaned over and attached itself to my core. I pushed back on the tree, giving him more access to the deepest, darkest part of me. No one had ever touched me like this.

His fingers were quick, but slow enough that the burning flame of desire took over. I groaned in agony and pleasure. How could one such as himself know how to inflict this much damage but yet be able to keep it hidden inside me.

I reached out and ran my fingers through his long hair, tugging on it, letting him know just how much he was affecting me. Soon the pleasurist torture stopped and I took the chance to reach out and grasp him through his jeans. He was big, big enough that for the first time I saw him I felt afraid. Nothing like this had ever been inside me before, but I was going to be damned if I pussied out and didn't let him.

He let out a groan and rolled himself into my hand, I let him rub against me, feeling the sensation shoot through him and I. He took my hand away, unzipping his jeans for himself and throwing them aside. Something that I never thought I would see came out. He was going commando. Which meant that his member was out on full display.

Even though I had never seen one in person before, it was so much better than I expected. The glistening tip stood at attention, letting me know just how excited he was. Nothing in my world of book and internet porn could have prepared me for this. Reaching down between us, he grasped his dick, letting the pre-cum coat the length of him.

My mouth watered at the sight, I wanted to taste him so badly, but he had other ideas. Before I knew it I was in the air being held up against the rough bark of the tree and the velvety flesh of my lover. He reached down while peppering kisses on my skin, and lined up his dick with my entrance.

Soon enough he slowly pushed the tip in, causing a string of curses to leave my mouth. He inched himself in further and further as the pain grew more and more intense. I carved my name into his back with my nails. He let himself breath for a moment while I got adjusted to his length inside of me.

It was filling me up, ripping me open but in the best way possible. When the pain started to subside, he began to move himself in and out of me. I groaned out, it was the strangest sensation I had ever felt. Letting him take control, he began to move faster and faster and I became more and more vocal as the pleasure increased.

The panting of our breath, the short sweet sounds of decadence that left his mouth could all be keep me from releasing on him. The most vivid colors filled behind my eyes, and it only got intense as he strived to reach his release. I cried out again and again, feeling another wave of love build up inside of me. He was destroying me from the inside out, it was something most girls my age had experienced but at the same time, I knew that I would never get this feeling ever again.

At the thought of that, I rode with him harder, encouraging him to feel release. I needed him to, because I know that I wouldn't be fully satisfied until he was. I kissed his mouth again and again, tugging on his hair, anything that would bring him inside of me. Finally I felt his motions get sloppy, he was breathing heavier and heavier. I knew that the moment was coming, the moment that I had been waiting for. I wanted him to cum inside of me. I don't know why, but I do know that the longer he took the more hungry I became for it. I cried out as his release set off my own for a third time. The thick ropes shot out and upside of me, leaving a warm welcoming feeling inside.

As quickly as he had come, he was gone. Putting on his clothes, kissing me on the forehead and walking back out of the woods and into civilization. I don't know how long I sat on ground for, but I know that by the time I was able to dress myself and walk out of the woods, back to the park, the sun was setting.

I didn't see him again, I don't know who he was, where he came from or why he choose me. But I do know that the little baby growing inside of me, will be a part of him. A part of us that will grow and continue the line of our lusted love. I thank whatever in the universe sent him to me. I believe in it more now, I can see more clearly now, and I have never felt so alive.