I choke on whatever I'd been about to say, the words having flown straight out of my head. Arden is gorgeous, from her deliciously round tits to her deliciously round arse and those delicious little nipples that poke out at me like they're begging to be tasted. I pore my gaze over her, following her breasts down to her flat belly, and lower to the curly hairs that mark the spot where I want to have my head---between those creamy thighs, with my face buried in those hairs while I feast on her.
"Why aren't you naked yet?" she asks, not sounding bossy, just seeming confused by the fact I'm standing here like a bloody moron.
"Sorry, Luscious. Your beautiful body had me distracted."
I tear my clothes off and ditch them on the floor. My dick is flying at full staff now, waving at Arden like it can't wait to get inside her. I can't wait. It's been years since I got this excited about being with a girl, but something about Arden makes me want her so badly I swear I can already taste her on my tongue.
She bites her lip again.
And that does me in.
I grasp a handful of the covers and yank them off, leaving only the bottom sheet and the pillows on the bed.
Arden giggles.
Her breasts jiggle.
I pick her up and drop her onto the bed. She bounces a little, which makes her tits jiggle again.
"You are so gorgeous," I say while I crawl across the bed to straddle her. "Hands down the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
She smiles shyly.
Now she's shy? Not when she'd shoved my hand on her breast. Not when she'd asked me to be her first time. Definitely not when she stripped off her nightie. But now, when I'm about to take her body, suddenly she's acting shy.
And I love it. She's so thoroughly... disarming.
"You can still change your mind," I hear myself saying, though I can't believe I'm saying it.
She shakes her head. "Not changing my mind."
Crouched on all fours over her body, I dip my head to kiss her. She slips her tongue between my lips, a tentative exploration, and when I curl my tongue around hers, she dives deep. I kiss her slowly, taking my time to heighten her desire and get her ready for me. Of course, she's made herself ready with her little friend on the sofa. Mine won't be the first rod she's taken into her body, but I will be the first actual human to feel her wrapped around me.
Just thinking about that makes me so hungry for her I can hardly breathe.
Well, I might also have trouble breathing because she's devouring me like she wants to taste the back of my throat. I love her enthusiasm, but I have better plans for her.
I give up her mouth and bend my arms so I can reach her tits. Her nipples stick straight up like tiny signposts guiding me to where I want to be, and I tease one of those peaks with my tongue, flicking it side to side, then up and down, until she starts to breathe more heavily. Her mouth opens and closes, over and over, while I tug her rigid peak into my mouth and suckle it.
"Oh that's good," she moans.
The sultry tone of her voice fires a bolt of lust straight into my cock. I need to hurry if I'm going to last until I've got her melting for me, so I kiss and lick a path down her belly, crawling backward at the same time. I can smell her cream even more now, the scent of it intoxicating me and overpowering my senses---and my good sense. I want to thrust inside her right now. But I won't. This is her first time, and a vibrator isn't the same as a real man.
When I reach her mound, I bury my face in all those curly hairs and suck in a deep draft of her feminine scent. Fuck, it's incredible. She moans, and I comb my fingers through those hairs, all the way down to her opening.
"Reese," she breathes, "please hurry. I've waited so long..."
She's already wet---drenched, actually---so maybe I don't need to take as much time as usual. But I never, never skimp on the foreplay. What kind of first time would that be? She deserves everything.
I part her folds with two fingers, intending to get down to it, but I can't resist taking a moment to admire her body. All that beautiful, rosy flesh glistening with the proof of her desire for me. Or maybe that's for Rod.
Why I ask, I can't say for sure. But I glance up at her say, "What were you thinking about when you had that vibrator inside you?"
She reaches down to ruffle my hair with her fingertips. "You, Reese. I was thinking about you the entire time. You're the reason I got so turned on that I needed to relieve the pressure."
"You do realize an actual man is different from a mechanical device. For one thing, I don't vibrate." I smirk. "Usually."
"Ha-ha. I know a man is different. I might be kooky, but I'm not stupid."