And with that, she kissed him.

This wasn’t the hesitant or chaste kiss on the cheek from before, but a deep, needy, breathy kiss. Tala pressed her body against him and moaned into his lips. The heat of her skin burned through his clothes, igniting John’s libido, making him unable to focus on anything else. He gave in to his teenage needs and wrapped his arm around her hip, sinking his fingers into the soft globes of her ass as he pulled her against his body.

Their bodies molded together and her scent clouded his mind as he wound his other arm around her tiny waist, needing, somehow, to be closer to her. Only pausing to take gasping breaths between heated kisses, he gently licked her lips, and they parted slightly, inviting him to taste what he desired more directly. The young man could think of nothing but her. The heat of her skin, the spice of her breath, the sweetness of her scent, but most of all, the depth of his body’s need for release.

His every nerve was on fire and he groaned against her lips. The mere taste of her kiss weakened his knees, but a small whimper melted what was left of John’s dwindling rationality. He succumbed to his animalistic urges, pinning her to the wall next to the doorway. She gave absolutely no resistance, instead starting to tug at his shirt. One of the seams at the bottom tore loudly, and John started struggling out of his clothes before his lover tore them off his body. As he detangled himself from Tala long enough to toss the useless cloth aside, she pushed off the wall to pounce on him and roam his chest with her nimble fingers. Their tongues resumed their dance, and the scrawny nerd, free from his shirt, wished he had muscles to impress the beautiful Lycan as she traced his spine and ribs. His hands worked their way under her dress to memorize her perfectly formed ass and the slight curve of her narrow hips as she nipped at his lower lip.

He let out a low grumble when she pushed him away to pull off her dress and, though he could barely think, he paused to gaze down at the continuation of her tanned skin. Her lack of bra let him see every inch of Tala’s pebbled brown nipples, his eyes slowly running down the smooth surface of her stomach where a small jewel dangled from a piercing in her navel. The only blemish John found was an angry red scar that marred her left hip, unhidden by the thin string of her underwear. Recognizing it as the wound she had suffered earlier in the day, he gently brushed his fingers across the mark, and she let out a soft gasp. The scar was healing and it felt almost cold to the touch, especially when compared to the heat of the rest of her body.

The gamer’s heart lurched. ‘She risked her life for mine when she didn’t even know me. I’d hate for my cowardice to ruin something so beautiful…’

As he slowly traced the mark lost in thought, her hand covered his and their eyes met, both searching the other’s for something through the fog of lust. The brightness and depth of color in her eyes reminded him idly of the new trend of dark diamonds and he smiled. ‘Those would actually suit her, I bet.’

Apparently satisfied, Tala stepped to the side and pulled him to the bed, pushing him onto his back on the soft surface. He blinked in surprise at the unexpected movement. John struggled to prop himself up as she smiled impishly, posing at the side of the bed in a purple silk g-string. She leaned in close and slowly unfastened his jeans with slightly trembling fingers. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips, moaning softly when opening the zipper revealed bare, pale skin underneath. Clearly, she liked what she saw.

Peeling the denim from John’s legs, Tala kneeled on the ground before him. He sat up to watch her pull the offending fabric off his feet, dropping it negligently to the side. She kissed him on the lips as he did, her nails teasing up his inner legs while her delicate fingers sought out his hardened cock. He shuddered as she tested his size in her hand, smiling at how well it fit while leaving his glistening head exposed to her gaze.

He expected her to be disappointed, but she only smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his tip before swirling around it with her tongue. When she engulfed the head of his shaft in her mouth, John moaned through his nose, gripping the rumpled blanket and biting his lip. The heat and moisture were like nothing he’d ever felt before. Masturbation was nothing compared to the real thing! His vision went white as he grit his teeth to hold back the inevitable, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Likely his only saving grace was her apparent inexperience; she was eager but hesitant. Taking deep breaths as he slowly gained control over himself, John loosened his grip on the bed. He instead moved to pet her hair encouragingly as she started taking him into her mouth, inch by inch, learning to breathe around him.

When she managed all of him, she hummed, and the vibration nearly knocked him over the edge. He gripped her hair and thrust once, fighting to keep a semblance of restraint before it slipped from his grasp when she stuck out her tongue and licked his balls. All he could do was grunt in warning before his cum spurted into her mouth and coated the back of her throat. Tala pulled back, her eyes wide, but kept her lips wrapped around his cock, neatly swallowing each shot as it came.

John collapsed back to his elbows, energy drained by the last pulse of his dick. When she released him, Tala flicked the tip with her hot tongue and the slow softening reversed, flaring back to life. ‘Thank God for my high Libido score…’

His new girlfriend seemed impressed by it as she started kissing her way up his body, shoving him back and crawling up the bed after him to kneel at his side. She kissed him deep on the lips, a tangy new taste added into the mix, but John didn’t care. He could barely register any thought before her scent wrapped itself back around him, and then he could think of nothing but making her his. Breaking the kiss, Tala waited for him to watch as she slowly stripped herself of the last thin barrier of fabric. John’s breathing quickened and he stared like a deer in headlights at the nearly-smooth pussy in front of him. Tala had neatly trimmed what little hair there was into the shape of a crescent moon and a sheen of excited wetness glistened along her slit. He blinked away the pop-ups that tried to block his view of her perfect body as she mounted his hips, but John touched her thighs to still her as she hovered over him, looking into her eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” The earnest concern, almost fear, in his voice was even obvious to him through his desperation.

She leaned down to kiss him again, the movement made her lower lips grind to his shaft, and they both trembled with anticipation. “I couldn’t be more sure.”

Glad he just came, John followed the example that his hours of pornographic ‘research’ gave him, gripping her hair and pulling her down into a passionate kiss. She rolled her hips, letting him guide her so the tip of his cock was at her dripping entrance.

The wet heat of her core wrapped around him as she sank her hips to his in one swift movement, inhaling sharply at the slight pain as her virginity was torn away. Tala whimpered and John stilled. For a second, he worried he’d hurt her, but the expression on her face wasn’t purely one of pain. John let her adjust, knowing she needed time to get used to the shape of his cock, choosing instead to savor the wonderful feeling of her body gripping and pulsing slightly around his shaft. After an agonizing moment, Tala relaxed and buried her face in the crook of his neck. A slight shudder rolled through her body, and John’s lust-clouded mind took it as a signal that she was ready for more. He began thrusting up into his lover, going slowly, carefully and clumsily as he did his best to make it easy on her. With her modest breasts crushed nicely against his chest, John felt her moans more than he heard them as he bucked his hips into her. Every small movement felt as if he was sinking deeper and deeper into a hot pool of pure pleasure.

She kissed along his jaw before mewling against his lips. It was hard for him to stay still, with his body crying out to move, to return her love with frenzied eagerness... but John **** himself to let her guide them. Her body shook as she put her hands on his chest to lift herself up, ever so slowly changing the angle of their lovemaking until she was riding him properly. Bracing his lover with his hands on her thighs, John watched the bounce of her perky breasts. Her abs fluttered in tune with the rhythmic pulsing at the tip of his cock, causing her body to tighten around him as she put her toned muscles to work. The heavenly pressure sent a spike of pleasure straight through his spine, and the aftershocks rippled through his body. As Tala moved, he trailed his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, rubbing the sensitive little nubs with his thumbs as her back arched, making even her slight breasts squish between his fingers. She rolled her hips, grinding her clit to his pelvis, and he groaned in pleasure.

Instincts took over. John pulled her back down into a deep kiss, rolling over so he was on top, gaining the leverage to thrust harder into her. The gamer's mind was lost to his lust. Keeping their bodies together, panting between impassioned kisses, feeling her fingers claw against his back, John fell into an aggressive meditation. An angry, passionate zen. He could only think about one thing. One truth that had to be true, he needed it to be so. She was his. John felt a heavy weight in his balls as his orgasm drew near and Tala clenched around him, her pussy like a vice around his cock as she started to shake. Her back arched and her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she lost herself to her own orgasmic bliss. To John, it was the most hellish of heavenly trials, and he fought desperately to buy himself one last thrust, one final balls-deep pump that would bring him over the edge.