“Oh, Travis,” I pant, “yes, you feel so good.”
“Look at me, I want you to watch this.” He gruffly commands.
I lift my head, and look down to see his eyes penetrating mine, swirling with heated passion. The erotic and vulnerable scene before me that this man has created takes my breath away. As he continues to work his fingers, he moves his mouth to my bundle of nerves, never breaking eye contact with me. I watch as he teases my clit by slowly tracing circles around it, while still thrusting his fingers inside me. The feel of his wet, warm tongue feels deliciously sinful, and I instinctively lift my hips, seeking something more from him.
“Travis...I need…” He arches a brow, and then opens his mouth to cover my clit in its entirety with his warm tongue. He works feverishly, flicking his tongue back and forth over my sensitive nub. My legs continue to shake against my will, and my toes literally curl. “Oh…my…God…” Multiple sensations bombard me all at once, and watching him do this to my body becomes my undoing. I’ve been so sexually pent-up having these drugs running through my system that I can hold out no longer, and I detonate. “Travis, don’t stop, please…Oh! I’m coming...oh, God…” I’m in a free fall, and I embrace every second of these exquisite sensations crashing throughout my body.
My hips undulate with a mind of their own, grinding against his fingers and mouth as he keeps a strong suction on my clit. It’s all so intense, and I hear myself scream Travis’ name. All too soon, it’s over, and I lay on the bed panting in an obliterated mess. “That feeling doesn’t last nearly long enough,” I pant.
He chuckles, giving me one last, lingering kiss on my sensitive nub. He then begins trailing slow and meandering kisses up my stomach until he reaches my breasts, where he wraps his lips around a nipple, suckling and rolling it around with his tongue. My hands move to his head, and I thread my fingers through his thick hair. I let out a low moan and arch my back, pulling him further into my breast. I want to feel his bare chest and naked body over mine, and it suddenly dawns on me that he’s still fully-dressed. The question plagues me, and I ask, “Travis, why are you still dressed?”
He freezes for moment and something crosses his face, but I’m not sure what I saw. Regret, maybe? He doesn’t answer me; he releases my nipple, gets up from the bed, and heads toward his bag. I sit up, curious as to what he’s doing, and I find myself ogling his fine ass instead. I watch him remove his shoes, and after he grabs the bag from the floor, he turns around to catch me staring. He gives me a big grin. “You checkin’ out my ass again, young lady?”
I let a small giggle escape from my lips. “I cannot tell a lie; I want that cherry tree.” The smile fades from my lips as those words come out and the reality of the situation smacks me in the forehead...again. He’s going to pop my cherry. Shit, I hate this internal battle.
He rushes back to my side and climbs onto the bed to console me. “Hey, there’s no reason to be nervous, not with me. I’m not going to hurt you.” He straddles my lap with his muscular thighs and wraps his hands gently around my shoulders. “I’ll talk you through it, each and every step of the way.” His eyes search mine for a moment; then he kisses my forehead, trying to quell the conflict in my mind.
“That won’t help, Travis. I don’t want to know too much. My nerves are too frayed. Never having done this, I don’t know what to—“
“Shh,” he whispers, his fingers gently pressing against my lips, “how about I just make you feel? Seems we do best in that category anyway.” I nod my head in agreement. “Just to let you know, this is new to me, too. I’ve already broken a shit load of my own personal rules.”
What personal rules has he broken? I go to ask, but his fingertips press a little harder against my lips.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, shaking his head, “no talking, just feeling.” My anxiety is still front and center, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on. He leans down only inches from me, his bold, glistening eyes speaking volumes. “I swear to you, I will ruin you for all others; that’s how good I’m going to make you feel.”
As the words are whispered from his lips, my breathing picks up. My tongue slips out to wet my lips at the thought, and it makes contact with his fingers there, tasting myself on his flesh. My hands find themselves resting against Travis’ thick thighs, and the feel of his flexed muscles under my hands has me growing wet again.