Seeing the confusion on my face, Jason adds, “It’s a sexual pearl necklace. Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” With that, he shifts his hips and lifts me off him slightly. More proof of his extreme fitness. He reaches into the space now created as I’m no longer on him and pulls out his cock. How could I have missed the monster I had been sitting on this entire time! Goodness, I was so into what he was doing to me that I completely forgot that all of this was making him hard as rock.
It’s easily eight inches long, perhaps more. At least three inches around and solid as a pole. If I was afraid of losing my virginity to his two fingers, you can bet I was terrified of the damage his cock could do to me. It would split me in half for sure. I’d be sore for weeks, if not months!
As I tear my eyes from the monster he’s unleashed from his pants, I look up to find Jason looking straight at me. Obviously, he’s pleased with the reaction he’s gotten out of me. He starts to jerk his cock a few strokes. Then he lets it go and it bounces to rest on my stomach. I look down and see that it’s oozing pre-cum, which is now connecting with my bellybutton where it’s contently lying.
As I make a move to end our straddling-session, Jason grabs my right hand, saying, “Oh no you don’t!” He moves my hand to his cock and says, “Move it up and down; make me happy. When you get to the top, give it a light squeeze.”
I do as I’m told, watching as he seems to grow even harder at my touch. When I squeeze at the top, that’s when more pre-cum emerges from his slit. It’s slowly cascading down to my hand, almost coming to thank me for releasing it from its sexual prison. I don’t want it on me, so I move my hand back down.
Seeing that I don’t intend to bring my hand back up, Jason grabs my hand and begins to move it up and down slowly. As he’s doing this, he says, “Yalina, look at me. This is the stuff real pearls are made of, and don’t you ever forget it.” With that said, he quickens his pace, never taking his eyes off mine. I have to place my left hand on his chest to maintain my balance, as his movements have me riding him. As he sees he’s nearing to release, he stops on a down pull to catch his breath, not wanting to cum too quickly.
He pulls my right hand off his rigid cock and up to the pillow where his head is resting, making me lie down on him again. He uses this motion to pull me into an intense kiss, one I hadn’t realized I had been yearning for. My lips open to receive his extended tongue, unable to resist this intimacy I’ve come to welcome and enjoy. His kisses I can handle; his kisses won’t hurt me. Our tongues dance like they’re on fire. Removing one from the other may cause WW III. We kiss for a few more minutes, but I have to pull away slightly to catch my breath. Our eyes make four, and I give him a quick peck on his lips.
With a swift motion, he’s flipped me over so I’m now on my back and he’s lying on me between my legs. His hand snakes between us and his fingers find my treasured area again in my jeans. In go his two fingers again, quicker than my mind can register that I should try to shut my legs. He’s moving in and out, and again the unwelcome pressure is there. I look up at him and shake my head no. He brings his head up to my ear and whispers, “How many times do I have to tell you you’re mine?!” With that he sticks his tongue into my ear again and pushes his fingers a bit deeper. Our bodies shift upward together: me trying to run from him; him trying not to lose the connection. He hasn’t broken the hymen, but it damn well feels that way.
He leans off of me, fingers still inside, and looks down at me and our scene. His cock is still as stiff as a metal pole and I notice I now have pre-cum all over my lower stomach and the front of my jeans. I guess it had been stuck in between us this whole time. He’s still moving his fingers inside of me extremely slowly. I guess my body has gotten used to the intrusion as it’s no longer extreme pressure, just slight pressure, to make the presence of his fingers known.
He notices the mess on my jeans and asks, “Are you sure you don’t want to take these off?” He tugs at the button that closes above the zipper.