“I want your body on mine, Guillermo. You said I’m yours. Prove it.”
Olívia burns on my fingers, and finally, I allow her hands on me without any clothes in the way. They reach the sides of my boxers, pulling them down with unsettling familiarity. Other times I feared that if I felt her, I wouldn’t be able to stop. The moment she touches me, it’s as if my body recognizes her touch.
“Move your hand.” I look down, fascinated, as she begins to masturbate me very slowly.
“Like this?”
I close my eyes for a moment. The caveman I keep hidden is driven mad realizing she’s doing this for the first time.
With my hand behind her back, I lift her to kiss her while she strokes me, and intuitively she tightens her grip a bit more on my cock, as if she knows exactly what I need.
To my surprise, she pushes me onto the bed, reversing our positions.
She pulls my underwear all the way down, and then we’re both naked. A man and a woman without any barriers between them, captivated and eager for each other.
She kneels, one thigh on each side of my body, and her hand resumes stroking me in a slow up-and-down motion.
I watch everything, mesmerized.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks.
I hold her breasts, putting them on each side of my cock. I squeeze them right there, and I almost groan when my naughty girl smiles and, moving my hands away, does it herself.
“You like my breasts. Have you fantasized about this? Desired to feel me like this?”
“Since the first time I saw you.”
“Do you know what I imagined on that first day in your kitchen?”
I can hardly breathe. “No,” I force myself to answer.
“I’ve never been intimate with a guy, but I’ve read a lot of books. I want to try something.”
“What, Olívia?”
She lifts her face to look at me and then closes her lips around the head of my cock.
I’m in a fucking conflict between closing my eyes to enjoy the sensation of her warm lips or watching her suck me, but when her mouth starts to slide, I know I can’t miss that.
“Use your tongue to lick me while your mouth descends on my cock.”
She gives a shy smile. Her curious hand working on my sex, running along the entire length, she opens her mouth wider, taking me in, trying to take me deep into her throat. Seconds later, I know I have to stop her or we’ll finish before I get what I want. Without giving her a chance to protest, I turn her, lying on top of her body, making her widen her thighs for me. It’s a tight fit because she’s petite.
“I was enjoying that.”
“Next time. Now I need you, beautiful.”
I rub my fingers against her opening, and she’s dripping wet.
My naughty girl got turned on by sucking me.
I circle my thumb on her hard clit as I insert my middle finger into her, going deeper and deeper. When I feel her contract, I don’t stop, attentive to the pleasure on her face, even though her virgin sex protests the invasion.
As soon as I sense she’s more relaxed, I replace my finger with my hard erection. I just need to touch the head of my cock to her to know that’s where I want to be—in the delicious warmth of my Olívia.
Impatiently, she lifts her legs, enveloping my waist, and I let myself slide farther, held in her tight grip.
She pulls me by the shoulders, silently asking for me. I kiss her, but then I pull back. I need to look at her when I make her mine. I push a little more, and she tenses under my body.
