Her glassy eyes settle on her fingers for a second before she slides them into her mouth, pressing those sweet plump lips around them. I groan in need as she slowly drags them out with her eyes closed, licking every drop clean off.
“Good?” I ask.
“So good,” she moans.
“Arms up,” I command. “Over your head.”
I grab the bottom of her shirt and peel it off as she raises her arms.
She’s wearing a sexy black bra with a lace trim, tits pouring out like they refuse to be contained in my presence. I grab the straps digging into her shoulders and give them quick little tugs up, loving the alluring way it makes her huge breasts jiggle.
“Bra. Off.” I’m talking like a caveman, all one-word sentences and savage grunts. I can’t help it. She’s short-circuiting my brain with these beautiful tits. The burning need to see her nipples exposed and on display is taking all my mental energy. There’s nothing left for communication.
She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. I suck in a sharp breath as she slides the straps off her shoulders and lets it tumble onto the bed.
Her breasts fall free, bouncing softly before coming to a rest. My god… Her pink round nipples are firm as they point right at me. My mouth waters. My hands clench into fists at my sides while I stare in amazement. She has the nicest tits I’ve ever seen. Big, plump, and perfect in every way.
I place my palm on her chest and gently push her onto the bed. She lets herself fall, spreading her legs around me as her back lands on the comforter.
She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I want to chain her to the bed. Lock her in my room. I want to keep my eyes on her every second for the rest of our lives. I can’t let her out of my sight. I’d die.
She reaches for me as I lower my body on top of her, staring at her open mouth, her big tits, her sexy round stomach. I love it all.
Her hands slide up my flexed arms and onto my shoulders as I drop my mouth onto her nipple, taking it into my mouth. She moans as I suck on it and trace it with my tongue. I rest my weight on my elbows and grab a breast in each hand, massaging them, squeezing them, caressing them as I alternate between licking nipples, not knowing which one to focus on.
When her fingertips start clawing into my skin, I know she’s ready to move on. I could play with these juicy tits all weekend, but her pussy is wanting some of my attention as well.
I kiss a trail down her stomach, moaning at the curve of it. I love how she’s a full-figured girl and not stick thin, looking like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. Her size is such a turn on for me. I wouldn’t change a thing about her.
With my hands shaking in anticipation, I make quick work of her belt and zipper. I get her jeans down as fast as I can and then toss them across my room where she can’t reach them. Her wet panties come off next. I can tell they’re new. Sexy as hell and probably bought just for me. They better be bought just for me. If I wasn’t obsessing over taking her cherry, I would get her to model them around the room, showing off how they make her beautiful ass look. But there’s no time now. Not with this tense edgy feeling torturing me.
I toss her panties onto my dresser. They’re mine now. I’ll put them away in a safe place where I can bring them to my nose and smell her warm cunt whenever the need to have her overtakes me and she’s not around.
This time my girl doesn’t snap her legs closed. She keeps them wide open in front of me, showing off her delicious pink pussy. I grab her knees and hold them open, reveling in awe as I stare at the cream leaking out of her lower lips. It oozes out and slides over her asshole.
I swallow hard as I stare at it. She’s fully exposed now. I can study, touch, and lick every inch of her. There’s nothing hiding between us.
“Put it in me,” she moans as she grabs her tits with eager hands. “Please, Emmett. I’ve never needed anyone like I need you. I need it so badly.”
My cock is standing straight up between us, harder than ever. It can sense that it’s going to be used for the first time.
“I’m a virgin too,” I tell her.
She looks at me like I’m mocking her. I’m not.
“It’s true,” I say in a soft voice. “I never met a girl I wanted to do this with. You’re the first. You’re the last. You’re the only one I’ve ever needed.”