“I don’t care. I want to try it,” she said without hesitation. Then, she lowered her eyes and wrung her hands awkwardly. Maybe she was already regretting her offer, or maybe she was just waiting to see if I’d accept? I grimaced in disappointment. I didn’t want to give in to her, but I also couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to get my favorite kind of foreplay from her. Eventually, my damned instincts won out, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“So you want to suck my cock?” I teased her wickedly, and Selene staggered back a few steps, bumping into the wall behind her. She looked automatically at my naked chest and swallowed awkwardly. But she’d provoked me; she’d let the lion out of his cage, and my little gazelle wasn’t going to escape now.
“Right now?” I could tell how afraid she was from the way her face drained of color. I thought too much of her to push her into anything she didn’t want to do. But I was a giant asshole, so I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to mess with her a little.
“What, are you afraid?” I licked my lower lip and inched closer to her. I dug a hand into her damp hair and pressed my pelvis against her hip to show her that my cock really was ready for her.
“No, not at all,” she said softly, looking up at me through her thick black lashes, her ocean stare even more sparklingly clear than usual.
“You sure?” I asked, watching as her cheeks got even redder. “Don’t feel like you have to. I’m fine.” I touched her chin, and that seemed to embolden her. She reached out and grabbed the edge of the towel I was wearing. It was then that I realized that Logan had been right: I had not only had an orgasm with Selene, but I also wanted to have another one and another one and a thousand more after that.
“I’m sure.” She drew close to me and kissed my neck. All I could smell then was her coconut smell. Drunkenly, I moved a hand through her hair while Selene began to slowly kiss every inch of my skin. I exhaled slowly, enjoying the delicate pressure of her lips.
I knew that Babygirl had never done this before, that her lovely mouth was still untainted, and this would be her first time. For just a moment, I had second thoughts.
The innocent yet provocative air that surrounded her, however, shut down every single neuron in my brain. I felt my heart throbbing everywhere as the blood rushed to one specific part of my body.
“You can stop anytime,” I told her, reining in my excitement because this was about her. If I had been faced with anyone else, I would have said fuck it and stuffed her mouth full by that point. But not with her.
I would go easy on her.
“No. I want all of you,” she answered, kissing my chest. I clenched my fist in her hair and tugged until her face was only a short distance from my own. Selene’s eyes widened when she saw the fiery lust lighting up my own eyes.
“This is your last warning. You won’t be able to back out after this point.” I gave her an insolent smile and leaned against the rim of the sink. A challenge. Babygirl approached me, still half-naked and dripping water. She studied my abs and lower stomach. She looked aroused yet thoughtful.
I gave her a faint, lewd smile, and she looked directly at my swollen cock, still concealed behind the towel.
“I won’t back out,” she answered, sounding determined.
“Get on your knees,” I commanded, touching her soft cheek. Selene moved closer and carried out my instruction, kneeling in front of me. Then I undid the towel’s knot and stood in front of her, completely naked.
Babygirl looked shocked by the large, imposing organ jutting upward right in front of her face, and she blinked rapidly at it. Almost immediately, she began to panic, clutching her towel like that was going to help her figure out how to make it all fit. I pressed my lips together to keep from bursting into uproarious laughter.
“Take it easy. Start slow…” I reassured her immediately and caressed her face as she swallowed with visible tension in her muscles. She just kept staring at me like it was something monstrous to run away from me. Maybe she was changing her mind?
“How… What do I… It’s too much… I mean… I… Oh, God,” she babbled confusedly, turning her big eyes up at me. I gave her the barest hint of a smile. I hated to admit it, but I loved that innocent part of her. For the first time in my life, I was enjoying a girl’s naivete.
I liked that funny, sometimes irritating but one-of-a-kind part of her.
Fucking one of a kind.
“Touch me.” I took one of her wrists and positioned her hand at the base of my cock. Selene wrapped her fingers around me and began stroking it from top to bottom. “That’s it.” I continued to lean confidently against the sink and watched proudly as my erection swelled more and more against her hand. She stared into my eyes like she was trying to crawl inside me.
What was she after now?
“Now lick it,” I said in a hoarse whisper as I slid my hand into her hair and gently pulled her against me. Selene let out an embarrassed gasp, not expecting that move. She swallowed and stuck out her tongue, resting it delicately on the tip of my penis and flicking it impishly. “Yeah, gentle…” I let my head fall back and let out a little groan of pleasure. Which was strange because I was usually pretty silent during sex, but I was becoming so unpredictable when I was with Babygirl.
“You’re doing so well, Selene. Keep going.”
And she obeyed. Her tongue slowly trailed down to the base of me before returning to the tip and swirling inquisitively around it. All the while, her hand continued to move clumsily over my shaft, and I realized that her fumbling was nothing short of mind-blowing. She was discovering, experimenting, and exploring.
“Now wrap your lips around your teeth and take just the tip in your mouth. Carefully.” I wanted so badly to fuck her mouth, but it was Selene kneeling before me, not some random blond.
She is my Tinkerbell, I thought, forcing myself to maintain control.
She nodded and opened her mouth, allowing me to slide right in. Her warmth welcomed me immediately, and my stomach instinctively tensed up from the feeling of pleasure that radiated up through my chest, squeezing me as if in a fiery fist.
“Breathe through your nose.” I pulled out slowly and then reentered her mouth. I set a pace and began to dictate the rhythm. It was deeply satisfying to know that I was the first person to do this with her. I held her gently by the hair, my hand at the nape of her neck, and she kept up the rhythm. She seemed to be concentrating so intensely, and occasionally she would look up at me for reassurance, so I’d smile down at her.
