Taking Him

"I've never done this befo--" Jared's words were cut short by the beautiful woman kissing him suddenly and fiercely. She pressed against him, not only with her warm lips but also with her whole body, one hand snaking its way around his shoulders, the other gently but firmly against his cheek. Jared's thoughts, nervous and awkward before, had fled, leaving only warm static in his brain.

On some instinctual level he was faintly aware of, he welcomed it. His mind was always noisy, filled with worries and thoughts of mistakes he had made--or thought he had made, or might possibly make in the future--and it made it hard to concentrate on just about anything. Which he had to do often, especially when he was working at the restaurant. These days, you forget a customer's side dish, there was no understanding. Just screams, complaints, threats, another tipless table...and another entry in the never-ending library of errors he had committed.

All of that had been buzzing in his head a minute ago, but not now. Now, his mind was comfortably empty for the first time he could remember as Monica's tongue slipped into his mouth. He reacted only on instinct, placing his hands on either side of her hips. She broke the kiss for a moment, smiling briefly as she guided his hands to a more comfortable place on her lower back, before kissing him again, a little more intensely this time.

Jared began to feel the awkwardness starting to work its way back in, but he pushed it away, choosing instead to focus on the sensations this woman was giving him. His chest and stomach felt warm from her pressed against him, and the touch of her hand on his cheek stirred something unfamiliar in him, something intense and thrilling. He could feel himself getting hard as she moved her hips against him subtly from where she was, sitting on his lap. His lips were buzzing, little shocks of electricity dancing across them as Monica kissed him. Jared had heard friends talk about "fireworks" when kissing people before, but this was the first time he understood what they meant.

He wanted more. Oh God he wanted more.

He kissed her back, and pulled her closer to him. She let out a soft moan, and that excited him even more. She reached a hand around and squeezed his ass, and he lost track of several minutes, almost as if he got swept away.

Monica broke the kiss and looked at him, a mischievous smile on her face. Jared still only had static in his brain, and felt like he only had enough neurons firing to look back at her.

"You just gonna stare at me?" she said with a small laugh. Jared tried to move his lips, but he couldn't get any syllables out. Her eyes widened. "Oh! You really haven't done this before, like, at ALL, have you?" He shook his head.

He felt anxiety begin to rise in him again, but it melted away when Monica smiled and laughed. "That just means no one has broken you yet." She kissed him, gently this time. "You belong to me now." Another kiss. "I'm going to take what's mine."

Jared nodded, the static beginning to clear in his head, as Monica leaned back and pulled off her shirt. He went to go pull his shirt off, too, but she put a hand on his arm. "Mmm-mmm. I'll tell you when. Take my bra off for me, Jared."

He reached behind her and fumbled for just a few seconds before unhooking the clasp. Before he could wrap his head around how he had managed to do that, Monica had already tossed the garment aside. He couldn't stop himself from staring at her breasts, but after a few seconds, he felt Monica's hand on his chin directing his head upwards.

"Now it's your turn, lover boy. Lose the shirt and get on your back."

It was a blur after that. He knew he pulled off his shirt, and she kissed him across his hairy chest. He knew the rest of their clothes ended up coming off in short order, and when she put her hand on his cock, he felt the hardest he had ever been in his life. He remembered his hands on her breasts, the feel of her nipples under his fingers.

Monica had the tip of his cock right at her pussy, teasing him. Jared knew he wanted her, and had loved every second of everything up until this point, but now...He was almost paralyzed, afraid to say or do something that would cause her to change her mind. To make things worse, he knew that saying and doing nothing was probably even more insulting to Monica. He found himself in a mental feedback loop of self-doubt and anxiety, all with his cock poised to enter what felt like a very warm and wet pussy.

Monica saw the panic in his eyes, and knew it for what it was. She touched his face again, holding his gaze with hers. "I'm going to fuck you now, Jared. Are you ready?" He nodded, and she sank onto him.

The feeling was incredible, warm and wet and electric like a kiss but a thousand times better. Jared felt his mental tension evaporate completely. He hadn't screwed up. She wanted him and followed through on it. She decided he was worth it. He was worth it.

That last thought rang through his head loud and clear, and he smiled up at Monica, groaning in pleasure and reaching up to put his hands on her breasts. She sighed happily as his cock slid into her pussy, sighs that turned to moans as Jared began pushing his hips up into her. She matched his pace, pleasantly surprised to find this anxious man letting himself go so easily. When she leaned down to kiss him, it felt exactly right.

Jared threw himself into the beautiful woman, letting himself experience every touch, every sensation, ever kiss and thrust and grind without holding anything back. It was incredible on a level he had never considered possible. Monica was still very clearly leading, and he was only too happy to follow. He didn't have to focus, he didn't have to feign confidence, she had more than enough for both of them and knew what she wanted--and what she wanted was him.

He felt her change her angle, and she began fucking him in shorter, more determined strokes. She had a look of focus on her face, a look that split apart after about a minute into a shriek of pleasure. Her pussy tightened around his cock, and he realized she was orgasming on top of him. Frantically, he pushed himself as deep into her as he could go, he wanted to feel as much of her orgasm as he could, and wanted her to feel as good as possible.

Monica let herself slump on top of Jared, breathing heavily and sweating, her pussy still clutching his hard cock. She took a few seconds to catch her breath before propping herself up on one arm and looking at him. "It's your turn now. I want it all. So go ahead and give it to me." She kissed him deeply, grinding her hips against his.

It was a matter of minutes before his orgasm hit him as well, and he exploded inside her, his cock pulsing as he gave her as much of him as his body would let him. He pushed his cock into her as deep as it would go, fervently wanting to give all of himself to her, let her take all of him that she wanted. She kissed him as she felt him ejaculating inside her, and she pushed herself down onto him as well. He tightened his grip on her hips, and his cock throbbed a few more times.

Afterwards, he held her as she laid her head on his chest. He kissed her head, and she snuggled into him. "I think I'll keep you, Jared," she said, without moving her head.

Jared kissed her again. He felt warm, content, happy, and worthwhile. For this point in time and space, everything was completely, exactly right.