Dairy of a Catholic College Slut Ch. 02

The lingering warmth and taste of him in my mouth, on my lips and tongue, ignited a fierce, almost desperate boldness. A tremor ran through my hands as I reached for him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. A surge of heat, almost dizzying, made my vision swim for a moment. For the first time in days, a defiant smile stretched my lip. I stood, water cascading down my back, and pulled Dylan into a deep, possessive kiss, my hands tangling in his wet hair. A relentless, throbbing ache consumed me. "I need you, Dylan," I whispered against his lips, my tongue tracing their shape.

My hands dipped lower, exploring the slick, sculpted chest and abs, The flexing muscles beneath my palms were a promise, each pulse a tantalizing hint of the pleasure about to unfold. Then my hands slide lower, closing around his still hard penis. He groaned, a low, deep rumble as my thumb massaged the sensitive tip, already gooey with anticipation. "Come back to my room," I urged, my voice thick with raw longing, my gaze never leaving his eyes. "Let's finish this... properly. Right now."

Dylan said nothing but he didn't need to. His eyes locked with mine, the desire just as deep and urgent. We quickly rinsed, grabbed our towels and rushed out of the bathroom. The cool air of the hallway sent goosebumps up my arms and the cold tile floor chilled my bare feet, making me realize I'd left my clothes, toiletries, and flip-flops in the shower. But I didn't care. The magnetic pull of Dylan, the incessant need to be with him, obliterated anything else. I fellowed behind him, clutching my towel, the thought of him naked in my room, in my bed, in my mouth and pussy a vivid, aching fantasy.

The cramped space felt electric, the air thick with intensity. A few half-unpacked boxed and scattered belongings littered the room, but I'd barely noticed them--even when I shoved them off my bed and onto the floor. Who care what fell out? My eyes were on Dylan, who had closed the door and was leaning against its frame, somehow looking even sexier than before, the flimsy white towel barely covering the poking out of his manhood.              

I climbed backwards onto the bed, my eyes fixed on Dylan, and then on his towel dropping to the floor. I bit my lip and sucked in a breath, giddy with anticipation. I turned to move some pillows and then my eyes returned to Dylan's, his hot with desire, his erection a teasing tool of pleasure. Then my eyes caught the flash of something sliver in his hand, something I hadn't seen before.

What is that?

Then my gaze shifted to the floor, to the discarded contents of the box I'd shoved off the desk, and to the newly opened--and rather large--package of... condoms? What the hell? A wave of heat rushed to my cheeks. Mom. She couldn't bring herself to actually have that conversation, the one about the bird and the bees, and thought her subtle sneaking of a ginormous box of condoms in my luggage would do the trick?

A nervous, almost embarrassed laugh bubbled inside me.

"So you planned this, huh, Carly?" Dylan chucked, unwrapping the condom and beginning to roll it down his shaft. A playful smirk creased his lips. "Looks like you came prepared to seduce me. Get me in the shower, bring me back to your room and have your way with me? Well, go for it."             

His teasing comments made me laugh, easing the tension. "I'm guessing my mom packed those," I said as Dylan closed the gap between us.

"Sure," he said, leaning and kissing me. The heat of the moment raged within me.

"God, Dylan," I whispered, my breath hot and ragged, my hands sliding over the latex. "I am so fucking horny right now. I don't want that. I didn't want it in the shower, I don't want it now. I need to feel you... you, in my mouth, in my pussy, deep in my pussy. I need to feel your heat, your hardness... your skin pressed against mine. I need you to fill me, to fuck me until I can't think straight." My eyes pleaded, a silent testament to the consuming urgency. "I want to feel you cum for me, cum in me, raw, hot, and delicious."

A new hunger, fiery and fierce, flared in his eyes. "You sure about this?" He rasped, his voice thick with arousal, a hint of disbelief.

I nodded slowly, deliberately, my grip on tightening. "More than anything. I need to feel you." I pulled the rubber off his cock, tossing it somewhere across the room.

Dylan no longer hesitated. He moved to the side of the bed, standing in front of me, looking handsome, sexy, and yummy. Then he leaned closer, pushing my legs apart and positioning his erection on my slit, pressing it forward, sliding it up my opening and across my clit.

"Ooh," I moaned gently, almost unable to hold back my anticipation. Then he entered me, his engorged penis hard, hot, and amazing. He slid in slowly at first, each millimeter a delicious torment, stretching me open in a way that stole my breath, a silent gasp of pure want.

He leaned further, his hands framing my face, his thumbs stroking my cheek. "My god, Carly, you are unbelievably hot," he spoke, his voice husky with desire, his eyes dark. "Your pussy is so wet, so tight. It feels amazing."

Yes! I gasped as he slowly and carefully pushed himself all the way inside me, my insides seething as he filled me, inch by agonized inch. He's so thick, so hard. It felt incredible, a deep, primal connection. My eyes fixated on him, on his manhood entering me, stretching me. The sensation was so intense, so full.

He paused, buried deep within me, his eyes on mine. "Feels... so--whoa," I mumbled, as his powerful thrusts resumed. "You feel so... immense. Oh my god!" I could barely breathe.

He moved slow, he moved fast, and then slow again, never giving me a catch to catch my breath. "Your pussy is amazing. The way you grip me, squeezing me. Ooh." His pace quickened, a frantic urgency taking over. The rapid thrusts, the insistent pressure, were almost unbearable in their intensity, yet I arched into him, craving more, needing the friction, the deep, driving rhythm. My body tightened around him, and a cry tore from my throat as the first shattering climax ripped through me, a series of violent, shuddering contractions. Oh my god, I thought, amazed at the raw, untamed pleasure, the way my body responded so completely, so powerfully, to just the feel of him inside me, no other touch needed.

He shifted lower, nestling next to me in the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, still joined. He turned us onto our slides, lifted my leg and pressed himself deeper into me, his hardness never leaving my vagina. The closeness, the deep, gliding friction as he continued to move within me, was incomprehensibly amazing, drawing whimpers from my lips. So deep, filling every empty space, I thought, every nerve pulsating.

He rolled us back, his body on top of mine, his gaze intense, possessive. The rhythm escalated, a frantic dance of pure, unadulterated sensation. "I'm close, Carly," he grunted, his voice strained, his muscles corded and trembling. "You sure you want me to cum inside you?"                           

"Uh-huh," I managed, barely able to register his words through the waves of pleasure washing over me. My hands tightened on his shoulders, my hips angling into him instinctively.

He pushed deeper, a guttural sound escaping his lips. He froze, his penis halfway inside me, his entire body tensing as his orgasm took hold. A violet shudder racking him. Then, he exploded inside me, a hot, thick rush of pressure that filled me completely.

The intensity of his climax, the feeling of his penis jerking inside of me, and then his cum flooding me, warming, wetting, moistening my insides sent a fresh wave of pure, raw, amazing sensations crashing through me. My entire body convulsed, my own orgasm returning with an even grater ferocity than the first one, a climax that literally stole my breath.

Moments later, Dylan rolled over, his penis sliding out of me, and with it, his warm, heavenly goo dripping out. My body still throbbed by aftershocks, I reached down, my fingers tracing the slickness, the mingled evidence of our raw passion. Almost without conscious thought, I brought the fingers of one hand to my lips, lapping up the salty, metallic tang of our mingled fluids, and the others massaging the remnants against my swollen clit. And then I came, the gentle pressure, the physical and mental intensity and pleasure, exploding inside me.

Dylan lay beside me, his chest heaving, his body slick with heat. I turned to him, my fingers tracing the nibbles of his chest. "That was... beyond words," I whispered, my voice still shaking, my body still humming with the echoes of our shared pleasure. "You are... unbelievable."

He turned his head, his lips finding mine, soft and tender. "You too, Carly," he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion and profound satisfaction. "God, you're amazing. You're body is incredible, and your pussy is like heaven." He kissed me again, his hand finding mine, his fingers lacing through mine. "I loved the way you looked at me, the way you took me in your mouth... and how completely you came apart when I was buried inside you."

"Dylan," I whispered, my gaze drifting down to his still-swollen cock, "I think I'm in love with your dick. How big it is, how it feels filling me, both in my mouth and in my pussy. And... I love the way your cum tastes."

I leaned down, my lips tracing the length of him, lingering on the slickness. I kissed, licked, and gently sucked the remaining tastes of both of us, the mingled fluids a potent reminder of our intense connection. Then, I kissed him again, deeply, our mouths tasting of each other.

And then I realized my phone had been ringing, often and loud, and it had to be my mom. How could I possibly talk to her now?