“Be good!” I went back to teasing her with my tongue, playing around her nipple until she was strung tight as a bow, then taking it into my mouth to suckle. Her body held a slight tremble when I trailed my finger down her middle this time, and she breathed deeply when I didn’t stop at her navel this time but made my way between her thighs.
She fought hard not to open her legs any wider while I fingered her. She was already wet when I got there, Miss. Eveready. I pressed my cock into her side when she leaked into my palm and gave myself time to regroup before pulling my finger from her depths.
I went back in with two, see-sawing them in and out of her while rubbing her clit with my thumb. This time I didn’t want her tits; I wanted her mouth. I’d forgotten how incendiary her kisses are and dove right in. She opened for me, both her sex and her lips, and I ravaged.
When she needed to breathe, I released her lips and went back to her nipples, but they were no longer enough; I had a taste for something else. Something whose scent had been calling to me since the first time I took her. I’d been dying to do this with her, to her, but she’d never given me the chance, always in a hurry to get to the main event. I think she sees foreplay as torture, while for me, the chance to spend all the time in the world playing with her body to my heart’s content is almost as good as sliding into her soft heat.
She froze when my tongue touched her navel, but my fingers driving in and out of her soon took her mind off of where I might be headed, and then I was there. I kept my fingers inside her while burying my nose in her scent, then ever so slowly, released them again and replaced them with my tongue.
There was no leadup, I didn’t give her a chance to deny or accept, but it didn’t take long to see that she’d accepted wholeheartedly. She fisted my hair, so much for no touching, and pulled my face harder against her, sending my tongue deeper. I’m glad I waited for this; it was like unwrapping the last gift under the tree, the one your parents had purposely held back until then, and knowing that no matter how much you’d liked the others, this one was going to be the best.
And it was. She tasted sweet on my tongue, not sugary, but a kind of sweetness I can’t explain. I’m not sure the shit isn’t lifegiving water because I had no plans to give it up anytime soon. I was so preoccupied with her taste that I’d missed all the moving and thrashing around she did and those moans. Moans that made my dick thump against the mattress, no doubt soaking the sheets with each lap of my tongue.
Her response is so genuine, so free, with no inhibitions whatsoever, nothing at all like you’d expect from the shy girl who barely spoke above a whisper even now. The genteel princess was a wild wanton in my bed, and it felt like my heart would burst from all the sensations that ran through it.
I’ve never had sex like this, didn’t even know there was anything better than my underage ass had gorged myself on back in the day. It’s amazing that her body, though like so many others outwardly, was the only one that had this kind of pull for me. So this is love, I thought, what it feels like to be with that one special someone.
Some people may say that my earlier experiences came at too young an age, and maybe that’s why our encounters are so poignant, but no, I know better. I know that no other body will ever tempt me because they’ve tried. I know that I will never see anyone else the same way I see her, will never want….
My thoughts made my body overheat, my mouth started to hurt, and she was this close to stifling me with her engorged clit that was pressed hard against my nose. She came on my tongue, and I drank from her as fast as I could, but still, some of her juices ran down my chin. I lapped at her over and over while her chest heaved and her breathing accelerated, and only when she came down did I move to leave her. As soon as my tongue left her slit, she tugged on my hair and pulled me up her body in some wild passionate need.
I started to warn her when she brought her lips close to mine that she was about to taste herself, but I was too late, and as it turns out, she didn’t care. In fact, she licked my face clean before doing some ravaging of her own with her tongue in my mouth. Her hands feverishly roamed my body until one of them ended up between us, searching for my cock, which was already poking at her core.