The base of my spine tingles and a second later hot sticky seed coats my hand and stomach. Rachel’s eyes remain fixed on my cock, her hand unmoving.
I use my shirt to clean up my stomach before tossing it onto the floor. Rachel doesn’t meet my gaze as I sink to my knees in front of her. Embarrassed by her boldness she’s turned shy on me, and I won’t have it. Her pants slide down with the slightest tug.
“You don’t have to—” she tries to protest.
No panties. Rachel’s pussy is wet, and I can’t wait any longer to taste her. My tongue slips between her folds with eagerness. Her hands land in my hair and she tugs me closer, directing my head to right where she wants me.
When I look up, her head is tilted back against the wall, her breath coming out in short little pants.
Her pussy drips liquid ambrosia on my tongue as I work her into a frenzy. She’s not quiet with her pleasure and I love it. I want her screaming for me, but I’ll settle for her moans.
Soon the arousal spilling out of her drips down my chin, and her core begins to squeeze my tongue. She’s close, but her knees are trembling, and I don’t want her to fall.
Guiding her legs up one at a time, I have them drape over my shoulders to hang down my back. The angle exposes her cunt fully and I wouldn’t be much of a soldier if I didn’t press my advantage.
“Dom,” she sighs when I suck on her clit.
Her ass is soft and supple in my hands as I hold her up against the wall. I can’t help but give it a little squeeze as my tongue sinks into her pussy once more.
She whimpers when I tease her. Moans when I pet her pretty little clit with my tongue.
Soon she’s crying out as she comes, arousal melting onto my tongue like warm honey, and my cock is hard again. I’ve always craved sweets. Her eyes are glassy with pleasure, her lips are red where she’s bitten them, and her stiff nipples are poking at the front of her shirt.
I ease her legs down, only letting go when I’m sure she can stand on her own two feet. I’m ready to toss her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom for the next round.
“One hell of a first kiss,” she whispers, stopping me in my tracks.
Guilt punches the air from my lungs as I stare down into soft warm brown eyes that are entirely too innocent.
“Our first kiss, or your first kiss?” I ask.
“Both,” she says with a shy smile.
I could not be a bigger ass if I tried. Here I am ready to fuck her through the mattress, and she’s never even been kissed. Fuck. I went down on her before I kissed her.
“Rachel,” I try to talk around a lump in my throat. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop that.” The soft glow in her eyes is gone. Snuffed out by irritation. “You don’t have to apologize to me.”
“I just—”
“If you didn’t like it, you should’ve stopped.” She pushes against my chest, her efforts futile. She’s not strong enough to move me but it doesn’t stop her from trying. “I didn’t make you do that!”
“No, you didn’t.”
Her head snaps up, brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. Correction. I am officially the biggest ass.
“I liked it,” I tell her as my hands land on hers, pinning them to my chest. “I liked it a lot.”
She stares at me in confusion.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t kiss you properly first.”
“I’m not,” she fires back.
“See that’s the problem,” I say with a smirk. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Rachel
