A Taste of Spring

SPRING

Spring had no idea things would ramp up so fast from just a kiss. One moment she was feeling like an ass for beating Dez so many times, making him feel worse than he already felt. She was here to make him feel better. The next minute she was on top of him while he kissed her senseless.

Heavens, he's a great kisser.

He was nothing like Troy or any of the other small number of guys she let kiss her in the past. At first, Spring almost ended the kiss, embarrassed that he would sense that she wasn't good at this intimate stuff. But, by the way he held onto her, and the strength of his kisses, it was as if her inexperience didn't matter. She was turned on...and her core-it was molten lava.

When she felt Dez's hand touch her leg, then slide up under her skirt and over her thigh, Spring felt a dizzying buzz of excitement. For the first time in her life, she felt like the pleasure of having sex might not be one-sided. Her stomach dropped the moment his hand made contact with the panties that barely covered her ass. He lifted her just a little with one hand while his fingers on the other hand trailed the inside rim of her underwear until they came to her core that she knew was soaking wet.

"Dez," She whispered. Her breathing was labored, her chest heaving.

"Please don't tell me to stop." He mumbled into her mouth as he slipped his fingers under the delicate fabric. "I want you so badly."

Spring felt his finger brush against her vagina, her entire body shook with need. She rose to give him better access, losing his lips in the process, but the move was worth the loss. His fingers slipped easily into her creases while his mouth was busy biting through the material of her top. Dez hungrily bit and sucked the fabric to get to her breast as he

Spring cried out. Her need was

you want, Spring, she told herself. You are living for

Spring to whimper, then he quickly unfastened his pants. He stared up at her with anxious but questioning eyes as he freed his cock. Spring met his gaze for a brief

smooth with a sherbet-like color that made her lick her lips. Never before had she wanted to taste a man's cock. She always had to be begged to perform the task, and even then, she was

what it was

wanted to do at the moment

is sex with him going to feel?

when she felt her

she thought. Those were her