Well, got to start somewhere – I plant a kiss on the very tip of his hard-on, and he sucks in a sharp breath above me. I glance up, worried that I’ve hurt him.
"Is that okay?" I ask, and he smooths my hair back from my face.
"It’s perfect, you’re perfect," he tells me, and I slowly return my mouth to his head once more. He tastes a little salty, a little sweet, totally and utterly himself, and I find myself craving more. As much as he is willing to give me.
I seal my lips around him and move my mouth down a little, then up again, experimenting with how it feels and how he reacts to it. Touching his thighs, I can feel his muscles tensing, and I know that I am doing something right.
I look up and find him looking down at me, watching me as though I am the most tempting and delightful thing in the world. It sends a shiver down my spine to know how much he wants me; I can already feel the heat beginning to grow between my legs. I know that it isn’t going to be much longer before I am going to need more from him, but for now, I need to show him just how full of want for him I am.
I use my tongue, slowly licking up from the bottom of his erection to the top and then back down again. I am already finding myself obsessed with the way that he reacts to me. He tastes so good, looks even better – there is a small furrow between his eyes that intensifies when I am doing something that he likes, and I use that as a signal to do just what he wants me to.
I seal my lips around him again, and begin to slide up and down once more, taking as much of him into my mouth as I possibly can. I try to think what it must feel like for him, try to imagine what would feel the best. He flexes his hips towards me, pushing himself into me a little further, filling me. I can imagine that this is what it will feel like when he is inside of me, when he fucks me for the first time, but for now – for now, I want to lavish him with all the attention that he deserves, any way I can give it to him.
He takes my hand and wraps it around his length, and I use it along with my mouth to stroke him. I feel as though I am lost to him. I can’t think of anything that came before this or after this, I just want to give myself to him. I want him to enjoy this as much as I enjoyed him moving his tongue against me downstairs, and I can tell from the way that his breath is starting to catch around the edges that I am doing something right.
I go a little faster, picking up the pace, enjoying the power that I seem to have over him right now. I can’t stop now, I don’t want to. I need to take him over the edge and show him that I am just as willing to please him as he is to please me. This may be the first time that I have ever had an orgasm, but I am going to make sure that this is the first night that I give one, too.
"Fuck," he growls, the sound raw and hungry as it seems to rise up from somewhere deep inside of him. Yes, he’s close – I sink my fingers into his leg, feeling him tense, and then, finally, I feel the heat of his seed as he finishes.
The sound he makes when he comes is enough to tell me that all of this was worth it. I didn’t really know how hot it could be to make someone else come, to know that I was enough to push someone over the edge, but, as I keep my mouth over him and he finishes, I swallow every drop of his seed.
I flick my eyes up to meet his, watching the way that his face softens and seems to calm as he reaches his release.
I pull back slowly, and flick my tongue out over my lips; he tastes salty, sweet, delicious, and I know that I am already addicted to him.
"That was amazing," he groans as he reaches down and pulls me up to lie against his chest. He runs his hand down my bare back, leaving a trail of tingles every place that he touches me. I close my eyes and nuzzle against him, inhaling the smell of the mountain air, of the wood and the sap and the trees, that seems to come off him in waves.