“Your pussy is wet for me baby. You smell delicious. I am ravenous. I’m going to eat this cunt and make it mine. Do you want that baby? Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
I couldn’t breathe. He was driving me crazy with his touch and words. I’d never heard a man talk like this before, yet when he spoke, the words did something to me. It made me crave him, lust more for what I didn’t know. I could feel his hot breath when he got close to my core which left me wanting more. Then Balthazar leaned in, and I felt his tongue rub up and down my wet center.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”
Gasping, I couldn’t breathe. He was doing things to me I never knew about—such wonderful, amazing things. My body was no longer my own. I could feel something just out of reach as he blew on my core, eliciting goose-pimples all over my body.
“Say the words, baby. Say, eat my pussy.”
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take much more, and when he licked my core once more, I cried out, “Yes! Eat my pussy!”
“With pleasure,” he growled, right before his mouth sucked and licked the core of my womanhood.
“Oh, God!” I let out a loud breath mixed with a moan. I had never experienced such a feeling. His mouth was on my center, sucking it while moving his tongue back and forth, flicking across an extremely sensitive part of me. My whole body reacted. My skin danced and tingled.
“You have a pretty pink clit, baby. So tender and swollen,” He said, rubbing it in circles. “Did they tell you about your clit? Do you know how sensitive it is and what it can do for you?”
“No,” I whimpered as he continued his ministrations. He lightly started sucking my small nub while he was flicking it. My core was absolutely dripping wet. I was moaning with each movement he made, however slight it was. I automatically began to move my hips in rhythm with Balthazar's motions. My breath was quickening, and my body was on the verge of exploding.
My moaning got louder, and so did Balthazar’s licking and sucking. That was when I could feel my core being invaded by Balthazar’s finger. He worked in one finger and then another, then I had three of his long fingers inside me. My core was tighter than ever, and it was uncomfortable at first, but then I got used to it, and it felt good.
“Oh God, Balthazar. What is happening?” I panted. Something was wrong. I could feel it rising deep within me. Something I’d never felt before. It was causing my body to heat as a light sheen of sweat formed on my head. My breathing was erratic. I couldn’t catch my breath. I’d never felt anything like this as Balthazar continued to lick and suck my nub. I felt him chuckle, sending vibrations throughout my body.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, flicking my sensitive core. I gasped, arching my back.
“Make it stop,” I moaned as he licked me again.
“Oh, no, baby. You want this. You really do.”
“I can’t take anymore,” I moaned, my head whipping from side to side. The sensation was almost unbearable.
“You are going to come, baby. You are going to explode all over my face. You will scream, cry, moan, shout. It will be the best feeling you’ve ever had.”
“I can’t,” I cried, as his fingers delved deeper into my as he sucked my nub again.
“Yes, you can, baby. Come for me.” Balthazar said between licks. “Just let yourself go.”
Then I felt it. Balthazar’s fingers were curling towards his palm and massaging a tender spot inside me. I started to feel a wave of ecstasy wash over me, starting in my core and moving out to my fingertips and toes. My hands reached for Balthazar’s head as I tugged on his hair.
I screamed out his name as he sucked my nub and his fingers moved deep within me. Lights exploded from behind my eyes as the most magical, euphoric experience I ever could imagine happened. I felt as if I was flying, soaring high above the clouds, drifting in a sea of beautiful harmony. In all my life, I’d never experienced anything so enchanting, so blissfully wonderful. I felt like crying.
Slowly, coming back to reality, my legs were shaking as little spasms flittered over my body.
I could feel Balthazar kissing his way up my body while I came down from my high. He kissed my thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, collarbone, neck and finally settled on my lips. “How do you feel?”
I knew with every breath in my body, I was never going to be the same again. In that instant, that split second of utter bliss, something unfurled in me, awakened. A desire I never knew but needed. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t want to know. All I knew was what I craved.
Reaching up, I lightly kissed his lips, experiencing my taste on him. I moaned, “I want more.”
Balthazar chuckled, laying beside me. I didn’t know what he thought was so funny about all of this, but I knew what I wanted, and I was nowhere near done with him. My body hummed, tingled, vibrated with a need I’d never felt before.
I moved towards him and straddled his thighs. Leaning over, I was face to face with him. Tilting my head, I bent down to kiss him deeply. My body was still tingling. Craving something more as I felt his manhood pulse against my core. I had seen that he was hard after licking and sucking on my womanhood, but he was growing harder now that I was on top of him. He reached up to take my wrists in his hands. “Ari, I've already crossed too many lines with you. Maybe this was a mistake.”
“A mistake?”My heart was pounding, and I started to feel my face go numb. Was Balthazar refusing to teach me? No, he wouldn't do that. He said he would, and I trusted him. He’d come this far, and I learned a little, but I knew there was more. He had to finish. I needed him to.“You said you would teach me.”
My inner self was beginning to panic and feel very self-conscious. I pulled a blanket from the end of the bed and covered myself up as I slid off of Balthazar’s lap.
Balthazar sat up taller, “I know, baby, and I want to. God, I want to teach you everything, but maybe this isn’t the right time. I’m not like normal men. I like things differently. I need specific things I’m not sure you can give me. You're so innocent. I don’t want your first time to be something you regret.” Balthazar’s voice was shaky, and I was beginning to realize he was just trying to justify why he thought this behavior was wrong.