Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

"What are you staring at?" I ask him during one of these evenings. I can't concentrate when I feel like I'm under a microscope.

"I just never saw anyone do stuff like you're doing right now," he say. He's actually eating popcorn while he's watching me do math. He shrugs. "You've watched me work tons of times."

"No," I correct him. "I've observed your technique and waited to see if you need any help. That's different."

"Well, maybe I'm waiting for you to need my help." He starts throwing popcorn at me. Linda has gone up to sleep at Tim's, and we have the apartment to ourselves, so when Neal swats the paper from my hand and clears the dining room table with his arm, I get excited even though I'll probably have to start over with the problem I was working on. He says, "You look like you need some help relaxing your mind."

Neal lifts me out of my chair and yanks down my sweats. Really, they're his sweats. Most evenings we hang out together, I end up wearing whatever athletic clothes he left here the night before. I don't tell him that I just love how he smells when he gets here straight from the showers. When I put on his t-shirts after class, I feel enveloped in his scent for hours until I can get my arms around him and inhale the real thing.

He raises his eyebrows when he discovers I'm not wearing anything under the sweatpants. I can see a bulge forming in the front of his pants and I reach my hand out to massage it, but Neal lifts me up onto the table he's just cleared. "Lie back," he tells me, kneeling in front of me on the floor. With my ass at the edge of the table and my legs dangling onto his shoulders, I lie back and close my eyes, savoring the feel of Neal's lips along my thighs.

No matter how many times he goes down on me, I never can get over how hard he's able to make me cum. When he has his tongue on my clit, he's in control of every pleasure center in my body. By now, he knows all my sounds and movements and he torments me, withdrawing each time I'm on the verge of eruption, drawing it out until I can't stand it anymore.

I let my fingers drop into his hair and I pull his face against my center, not caring what he wants anymore. I need relief. Neal has two fingers inside me, gently sliding in and out of my slick tunnel as his tongue laps at my clit. He looks up to meet my eyes as he works and suddenly, I feel him slip a finger along my ass.

"Neal! No! You can't!" I start to protest and sit up.

"If it doesn't feel good, I'll stop," he says, continuing to glide his fingers in and out of my pussy while his other hand begins to explore my rear entry. I lie back on the table and breathe, trying to relax. I feel my mind slipping out of the moment, starting to worry about my notes spread all over the floor. Then, Neal puts his tongue back onto my clit, and I forget my hesitation. I can feel his digit sliding into my ass, and the sensation of fullness with his fingers inside my pussy, too, creates an unbelievable pressure. He's stimulating me in every possible way and I can feel an orgasm growing unlike none I've felt before. Slowly, his thick finger slides deeper into my ass as two more feel at home in my pussy. I am stretched all around him, firing nerves that have never shot before.

"Jesus Christ, that feels good, Neal. Holy shit." My back is arched on the table as he moves hands and tongue in unison, lapping and sucking, plunging and stroking. Neal invades my ass with his index finger until something snaps inside me and I cum hard. I feel my pussy oozing wet juices onto Neal's hand. I have never squirted before, but then I've never had anyone play with my ass before, either.

I lie gasping on the table as Neal stands up and digs a condom from his backpack. He stands in front of me and slides his pants down halfway. His cock is fully erect, standing straight up against his stomach. "Fuck, it was hot making you cum like that." He rolls on the condom. "I have to have you now, Dahlia." Before I can say anything, before he can even undress further, he plunges into my pussy.

I wrap my legs around his hips and lock my ankles behind his back, pulling him in deeper. He leans over me on the table, his hands on either side of my shoulders as he dips his head to kiss me. My shirt is sliding up under the friction of him thrusting into my body, and Neal lifts it above my breasts to give himself access to my sensitive nipples. While he continues pounding into me, I manage to wiggle out of my bra and I'm immediately rewarded by his tongue flicking my breasts. He begins to suck at my nipples hungrily as his dick slams into me. It's been less than 24 hours since we had sex last, but Neal acts like a man who has been denied release for months. His eyes are wild when he looks into my face and smiles. "I want to be inside every part of you, Dahlia." His voice is raspy and punctuated by deep exhales as he maintains a punishing pace, fucking me until the table shakes beneath my body.

I slide my fingers along his back, encouraging him by lifting my hips to meet his. I dig my hands into his shoulders when he reaches around my hip to fondle my asshole again.