“I don’t know, is it working?”
“Yeah.” She lets her arms fall, rests them on my shoulders, and I can finally see all of that lace, and the pink of her nipples showing through and I have to taste them. I have to.
I place my hands on her hips and pull her between my legs. The way her skin feels under my hands is divine, and the little gasp she makes as I cover her with my mouth through the fabric of her bra…I think I’m the hardest I’ve ever been in my life.
Sally runs her hands through my hair and grips the back of my neck. I let myself laugh a little as I switch to the other side, because if she likes this, there’s much more where that came from.
I reach behind her and unclasp the bra, and she lets me pull it off and toss it away. I can see her breasts now, perfect and round and beautiful, nipples even more pink from my attention. “The things I want to do with these,” I say, grinning up at her, “would probably make you blush even more.”
“Like what?”
Sally’s eyes are wide and dark and glassy with the beginnings of pleasure. “Like what?”
I hook my fingers in her panties so that she’s naked in front of me, and I take her in before I speak. I then I take off my jacket, and my shirt.
She runs her hands across my chest, and because of what we’ve done already, it doesn’t seem like it’s the first time she’s seen me too, but it is. I stand, pulling her fully against me and to enjoy the softness of her body. “I want to relive our dessert night and drizzle chocolate over them just so I can lick it off and make you moan.” I pick her up and spin so I can lay her on the bed, hover over her, our faces close.
“I want to tease them until you’re so out of your mind that you could come from my lips on them.” I kiss her softly, settle my hips over hers so she feels what it’s like to be underneath someone, to understand that this is happening.
“I want to spread lotion on them, put my cock in between them and fuck them until I cover them in my cum,” I whisper. “And that is just the start of a very long list of things that I want to do with you, Sally. I’m greedy. I want every one of your firsts.”
Her eyes flutter closed as I kiss her again, and then I start to move. I run my lips along her jaw, and across her collarbone to her shoulder. I use my tongue on her skin as I kiss down the center of her chest and reach her breasts again, and I’m in heaven. They’re soft under my hands, and Sally moans as I tease them, rolling her nipples between my fingers and coaxing them into hard peaks before I take one into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” she says. “I don’t know why that feels so good.”
“It’s just the start, baby.”
I suck it in between my teeth, filling my mouth with as much of her as I can manage, tonguing her skin just the way I would—will—her clit.
Sally arches in to me, her hands falling on my neck again, pulling me closer, wordlessly asking for more. And so I give her more, switching sides, and sucking hard. I want to move down, faster, but I don’t. I move back and forth between her breasts, using my mouth until there’s no way they could be any harder, and Sally is moaning softly with every brush of my tongue. She’s ready.
I drag my hands along her sides, tracing with my tongue down around her belly button and lower. Lower to where I’ve been before but I can’t wait to be again.
Sally looks at me as I reach her pussy, and her eyes are glazed with that same pleasure I saw yesterday, and we’re not even there yet. But she knows what’s coming, and there’s no resistance as I push her thighs apart.
Wider than I was able to in the car. As wide as they’ll go. I want to see her. I want her laid out in front of me like a feast. Her hands are gripping the sheets, and I can already see that she’s wet.
Sally’s pussy is glistening, her thighs shining with arousal, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more perfect. A swirl of pink and shine that only I’ve ever touched. Sally is mine, and I know in this moment that I don’t want to change that.
I put my hands on the inside of her knees and press her legs wider. And then I devour her. Slowly.
I start with her thighs, licking the juices from her skin because God, I fucking love the way that she tastes. It’s rich and deep and it’s her essence. I clean her thighs with my tongue, my lips, and Sally is squirming under my hands and I haven’t even touched her pussy. And I’m not going to. Yet.
I move in circles, getting smaller as I kiss her legs, the top of her mound, and back to her thighs, slowly circling closer to where we both want me to be.
“Eric,” Sally says, voice breathless and wanting. “Please.”
“No,” I say. “Not this time.”
She knows what I mean, that I told her I wanted to spend a whole night teasing her. It won’t be the whole night. Just long enough.
I circle closer, and closer, and when I’m just close enough, I kiss her clit. Barely a touch, but it’s still enough to make her groan. “I love the way you taste,” I say, moving so I can press my lips to her entrance. She shudders underneath me. “I could spend hours here.”
She moans, and I laugh. Because that sound is one of longing and desire and also frustration. I lick her clit softly, gently, slow strokes that aren’t designed to make her come, just bring her pleasure. I want to bathe her in it.
I expand so the strokes cover her pussy, sliding across her entrance and swirling up and over her clit to come back down. I move faster and then slower, and then faster again. I make a point of never doing the same thing twice, because I want to drive her crazy. I want to make her beg.
I don’t want to make her come. Sally’s going to come when I’m inside her. Not before. She doesn’t know that yet. But I want her to be so aroused that there’s no pain, only pleasure as I take her for the first time.
Slipping my tongue inside her, she gasps. Her flavor is the purest here, and I drink her in, stroking as deeply as I can reach, fucking her with my tongue.
Her hips are rising to meet my mouth, trying to get closer, and I place a hand on her stomach pressing her down. I don’t want her to go too fast. I make my back up to her clit and wrap my lips around it, teasing it, licking the underside before sucking deeply and feeling her start to shake. “Sally,” I say, pulling my mouth away. “Are you going to come?”
“Yes,” she says.
“I don’t want you to,” I say, sucking her clit between my teeth and grazing it so she moans.
“Why?”
I don’t lift my mouth, making a seal over her skin and creating suction in pulses, again, and again and again until her hands are fisting in the sheets and she’s squirming, and she asks me again. “Why?”
“Because this won’t be easy, and I want it to feel as good as it possibly can for you. And I want you to come on my cock.”
I lower my mouth again. She won’t be able to take much more, but I take the risk. Using my breath, I tease her before sealing my mouth over her one last time. Sally is so close, I can feel it, and I pull back just at the tipping point. She curses with frustration as I laugh.
It’s time now, and we both know it. She watches me as I finish undressing, her eyes tracing the lines of my body, and staring at my cock as it appears. I let her look at me. This is the first time she’s ever seen a man naked, the first time she’s been naked with anyone else, and I want her to remember.
I take a moment to retrieve a condom before I return to her on the bed. I wrap her up in my arms and kiss her, drunk on the overwhelming feeling of skin on skin. “Are you comfortable?” I ask. She nods, biting her lip. Still nervous. “We’re going to go as slow as you need. We’ll stop if we have to let you adjust, but we’re going to do this.”
“Okay.”
I lean back and part her legs again, I fit myself against her, and I slowly sink into heaven.
13
Sally
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
The sight of Eric naked is glorious. Perfect and sculpted and hard. I want to look at him forever. And I’m distracted by the sight of his coc
k, fully erect jutting straight out from his body. That’s going to be inside me. I want that and I’m excited and nervous and aroused and I can’t believe that this is happening.
Eric locks eyes with me, and he lets me look at him for a moment before he steps away to the tall black dresser against the wall. When he turns back he has a condom in his hand, and I watch in fascination as he rolls it on. The way it stretches to fit him makes him seem even larger, if that’s at all possible. And then he comes back to me, crawling up my body with predatory grace so that our bodies are aligned. His legs are outside mine, and I can feel the sheer weight of his presence more significantly now that he’s naked.