Her chin moves up and down slowly, then I drop to my knees in front of her. I spread her legs, hitching up her skirt slowly as my lips drift along her inner thighs. My dream girl bites her lip, watching in fascination as I run my thumbs along the center of her panties.
Jenna helps me by lifting her hips so I can pull her panties down and off her smooth, toned legs. Then she laughs as I fold them carefully, setting them on the cushion beside her.
From the way Jenna trembles slightly, her nipples pointing straight through her thin bra, I get the distinct impression this is the first time she’s being intimate with a man.Good. My inner caveman needs to be the only guy for her. Ever.
My palms scoop under her knees to pull her hips forward as she leans back with a delicate sigh. I reach out to unbutton theentire front of her dress, pulling her breasts out of the lacy cups of her bra and admiring her deep pink nipples.
Then I spread her legs wide, rolling her skirt up her stomach to admire her luscious pink pussy. Leaning in, I breathe across her skin, watching her clit swell as I drag my fingertip across it. The quick but visible shudder that runs through her turns my cock to stone. My gaze shifts back and forth between her lush tits and her soft pink folds.
I’m surging with need, but this moment is all about Jenna's pleasure, not mine. My breath mists across her sensitive skin again, then I extend my tongue to lap slowly through her crease.
I take my time, letting us both enjoy the moment. My left hand slides up to cup her breast, thumb flicking across her nipple. My right palm massages her inner thigh again, then slides up so I can part her folds. Her clit is swelling even more, and as I run my tongue around it, Jenna shudders hard, her fingers spearing through the back of my hair.
"That's it, beautiful. Pull me as hard as you want. Just come on my tongue."
Her perfect lips part as she nods, gasping slightly as my tongue runs around her button. Her rose-tipped breasts rise and fall with every shaky breath, then I hear a long, drawn-out moan as my tongue gently drags straight across her clit.
She's so wet that my finger slips inside easily. After a moment of stroking, I add another finger, reveling in how warm and tight she is. Jenna licks her lips, her spine arching as she gradually begins to rock against my mouth.
Every shudder, every sigh is just so disarmingly honest. Real. She is completely open to this experience, totally focused on being closer to each other.
I'm falling so hard for this beautiful woman. The pressure across my chest radiates and twists, reminding me of what I've known from the beginning.
Jenna is mine. She's the one. I think I might already be in love with her.
Even if my dick might never forgive me for ignoring the insane lust that I'm forcing myself to stifle.
"Delicious," I hum, pinching her nipple lightly as I stroke my thick fingers inside her faster.
Her inner walls are hugging my finger, as if she wants me deeper. When our eyes meet, Jenna whimpers, her hips shifting on the couch, her breath uneven.
"That's it, gorgeous," I grit out, not wanting to slow my pace for even a second. “So sexy riding my tongue. Let me see you let go, baby."
She shifts again, her back arching even more as her hips rock. Her sex is growing wetter as my fingers slide deeper, enabling me to move faster. Soon Jenna is panting with every quick stroke, every long lap of my tongue straight across her swollen button.
I watch transfixed as her stomach tightens, thighs gripping my shoulders as it seems as if her breath freezes. I want to tell her how lovely she looks right now – eyes bright, cheeks flushed, hair tangled across the back of the couch. Want to tell her how I'm going to remember this moment forever.
My own lust is twisting up and down my spine, begging for release. Whenever she says it’s the right time, it's going to be difficult to control myself.
Her delicate fingers fist the back of my hair, pulling my mouth tighter against her. I lick harder, fucking her almost roughly with my fingers, squeezing her breast as her eyes roll back in her head.
Her entire body spasms, twitching, then she dips her chin down and stares into my eyes, her mouth falling open. Her weak scream is a choke of breath, then she sputters in what almost sounds like utter disbelief.
I lick faster and pump harder until she collapses, exhausted. Then I remove my fingers, suck them clean, and gently lick all over her soft pussy.
Jenna grins as I unfold her panties and help her step back into them. With an arm around her back, I help her stand and shimmy them up, then pull her into my lap.
"Wow," she breathes. "I never had a massage like that before."
I want to tell her that as soon as she moves in with me, it's how we’ll be starting every morning. A balanced breakfast of coffee, orange juice, Jenna's hot pussy, then maybe an omelet.
Jenna’s phone chooses that moment to ping, so I jump up and bring her purse over. I hate that her face falls when she reads the screen. "Oh. Aunt Bernie is coming home early. She's on her way now."
"Okay. Want to take some taco salad home to have for breakfast in the morning?"
Jenna looks at me strangely, then smiles. "No, but thank you. I love how you don't seem disappointed that I can't…you know. Stay over tonight or whatever."
"Baby, I don't ever want to assume. Of course I hope you'll stay over soon, but we're making this up as we go along, right?"
