She lowers herself until her pussy makes contact with my mouth. I immediately dive in, licking a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit. She gasps, her hands flying to the headboard to steady herself.
"Oh my God," she moans as I continue, sucking her clit between my lips. "Jacob, that feels—fuck!"
Hearing her curse is unexpectedly erotic. This good girl is coming undone for me, losing her composure as pleasure overwhelms her.
"That's it," I encourage between licks. "Move your hips. Fuck my face. Use me to make yourself feel good."
She's hesitant at first, her movements slow and uncertain. But as I continue to work her with my tongue, her inhibitions fade. Soon she's rolling her hips in a steady rhythm, grinding down on my mouth as she chases her pleasure.
I bring my hand up, sliding a finger into her tight entrance while my tongue continues to circle her clit. She's so fucking tight around just one finger… The thought of how she'll feel around my cock makes me throb painfully.
"More," she gasps, surprising me. "Please, another finger."
I oblige, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching her gently as I pump them in and out. Her inner walls clench around me, her body accepting the intrusion eagerly despite her virginity.
Her movements become more frantic, less coordinated as she approaches her second climax. I curl my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that will send her flying, while simultaneously increasing the pressure of my tongue against her clit.
"Jacob, I feel—something's happening—I can't—"
I know what's coming. I've felt this building pressure before, the way her body is tensing differently than her first orgasm. I remove my fingers and replace them with my tongue, thrusting inside her as deep as I can reach while my thumb circles her clit.
"Let go," I command when I pull back for air. "Don't fight it. I want all of you, Holly. Everything you've got."
She throws her head back, a primal sound tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes through her. And then it happens—a gush of warm liquid floods my mouth and chin as she squirts for what I'm certain is the first time in her life.
"Oh God, I'm sorry," she cries, trying to move off me, clearly embarrassed by what just happened.
I hold her firmly in place, licking her through the aftershocks, savoring every single drop.
"Don't you fucking apologize," I growl against her sensitive flesh. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
She looks down at me, "I didn't know I could do that."
"Most women can, with the right stimulation." I press a kiss to her inner thigh. "Fucking beautiful."
I guide her back down my body until she's straddling my hips, my cock pressing insistently against her wet heat. She's still trembling from her intense orgasm, her body pliant and flushed with pleasure.
"I want you to ride me," I tell her, looking up at this gorgeous creature I've somehow been fortunate enough to find. "Take me inside you at your own pace. Control how deep, how fast."
Fear flashes briefly in her eyes. "I don't know how."
"I'll guide you," I promise, reaching between us to position the head of my cock at her entrance. "Just sink down slowly. Stop if it hurts."
She nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in concentration. Slowly, so slowly it's almost torture, she begins to lower herself onto me. The head of my cock breaches her entrance, and we both gasp at the sensation.
"Easy," I murmur, my hands on her hips steadying her. "Just like that. Take your time."
She sinks down another inch, her virgin pussy stretching around my thickness. Her face is a beautiful study in contrasts—pleasure and discomfort, determination and vulnerability. I fight every instinct to thrust upward, to bury myself completely in her tight heat. This is her moment, her pace.
"You're doing so well," I encourage her, my thumbs making gentle circles on her hip bones. "Breathe through it."
She takes a deep breath and sinks down further, taking me halfway now. Our eyes lock, and I see the moment she makes her decision.
"Quick," she whispers. "Like ripping off a bandaid."
I nod, understanding what she needs. My grip on her hips tightens. "On three. One... two..."
On "three," I pull her down firmly as she pushes herself onto me. She cries out as her barrier gives way, her nails digging into my chest. I hold perfectly still, letting her adjust, watching her face for signs of too much pain.
