“OK,” I whisper. I lean up on one elbow and reach down, parting my lips and tapping my swollen clitoris. “Here. Focus here. And…and if you can, keep doing what you’re doing to my G spot at the same time.”
He surprises me. Instead of making straight for ground zero, he settles between my legs and runs the tenderest kisses up my inner thigh. He takes his time, perhaps to tease me, perhaps to allow himself time to steady his own nerves. But that first lick…my god.
My god.
He runs his tongue in one long lick up my seam, an experimental taste. I will be glad until my dying day that I watched him do it, because otherwise I would have missed that fiery look in his eyes. His fingers bite reflexively into my thighs as he licks me again…and then again…
He’s like a man who crawled halfway across the desert and found an oasis of cool water. He runs his tongue all over me with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever had from anyone else, spending a few moments on my clit, then lapping at the rest of me, asthough I’m unimaginably delicious and he’s starving. I’m seeing stars, panting and moaning and crying out. The soles of my feet are on fire, and fireworks tickle along my nerve endings like a warning of the orgasm to come.
And then,ohhhhh, then he takes my labia and kind of…tugson them with his lips, just a little. But my toescurl, especially when he follows it by running his tongue along them, still keeping the same pressure on my inner walls.
“Fuck,” I gasp, and he stops abruptly, looking concerned. “Don’tyoufuckingdarestop,” I cry through gritted teeth, grabbing at his hair and guiding his head back where it was.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. I shift so his tongue is closest to my clit, and he takes the hint, eagerly circling it over and over, and I lose all control. I feel a tight pull towards my climax, and I race after it, knowing that this is going to be a big one.
I damn near scream. I’m rigid and vibrating under his touch, and it’s like dynamite. I have never, ever come so hard without the use of my favourite Tracy’s Dog vibrator before. This is magic. Screw science, magic is real, and I just had sparkling, fizzing proof of that.
That was his first time giving oral sex?!
Heaven help me when he’s had practice. I’ll be half dead with pleasure.
Dean keeps going until he’s sure he’s wrung out every last throb of my orgasm, and then he climbs back up me like a wild animal, kissing me in a fury of lust. I can taste myself on him, and this is without a doubt the hottest moment of my life.
Right.Let’s make this hotter still.
I can’t wait for this next part. To see his face as I sink down on him…
I roll us over until I’m on top of him, and he leans up and kisses me some more, as though he’s reluctant to stop. Reachingdown, I line us up until he’s just notched inside me. His eyes widen and he gasps.Wait,he says,condom -
“I’m happy to go without, if you are?” I murmur, smiling sheepishly. “We probably should have discussed this before, but…” I shiver, feeling him pulsing fitfully at my entrance, and try to get back to the subject at hand. “But… I have an IUD, and I had a full screen after my last partner. I always do. I tested negative.” I smooth a lock of hair out of his face. “And besides…I want to feel you. And I want this to be the best for you that it can possibly be.”
He’s silent for a long moment. And then he takes my hand in his, laces our fingers together like a hinge, and nods, giving me the go-ahead.
I don’t know who gasps more as I finally sheath him to the root, him or me. I feel so full, that delicious stretch I enjoy so much pulling me into a blissed out state. I’m fascinated more than anything by his face, the shock, the heat, the ache, the warmth sinking into pleasure. His eyes close, and he bites his lip, concentrating hard, frowning as he slowly lifts his hips up to thrust into me. He may have only come a short while ago, but I can tell he’s feeling the urge to thrust and fuck, to chase another already.
My heart softens. As delicious as this feels for me, I don’t think he can hang on long enough for me to get there, too, and I can’t blame him. Besides, he got me off quite spectacularly on his first try. Can’t really say fairer than that.
So I smooth my hands up his tank top until they can rest in the hollow of his shoulders, and ride him, carefully and steadily. Between his desire not to climax too soon and his involuntary thrusts and movements driven by need and sensation, it takes him a few tries to properly catch a rhythm, and I'm very much in the lead. But he gets it.
I had wondered and daydreamed beforehand how I’d be able to know he’d come. In the absence of the usual signals you take for granted - a grunt, a moan, filthy words whispered in the heat of the moment - what will he do when the crucial moment comes? It’s fast approaching, and it’s all so beautifully clear.
He thrusts upwards fitfully, artlessly, a slave to the sensations coursing through him. His hands clutch at my flesh tighter and tighter, fingertips digging in helplessly. He throws his head back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, and gasps for air as he’s overtaken, and I feel him throb and twitch inside me as he pumps his release into me.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. It’s beautiful. It’s…almost moving.
His eyes open, and he looks lost for a moment before he comes back to the here and now, pulling me down to give me a long, sweet kiss. His arms wrap around me, and he holds me close, stroking my hair as his breathing returns to norma.
Eventually, he rolls us both to our sides, facing each other.Sorry, he says with a wry smile.
What for?I sign back.
For being pretty quick, and…I didn’t make you come during the…He trails off awkwardly.
“Oh, that’s alright,” I say sincerely, running my fingers idly down his chest. “You got me off with that amazing tongue of yours beforehand. And besides, if I’m honest, I only rarely climax during penetration while on top.” I feel myself melting into the bed, relaxing to my toes.
He gives me a curious look.Then why do you do it?
I smile. “Because it still feels really,reallygood.”