I then trail kisses up her leg, along the inside, this time moving closer to my goal between her thighs. Her gaze is hazy with desire as our eyes meet. I pause for a moment, my fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties.
“May I?” I ask, and she slowly nods.
With a gentle touch, I help her out of them, leaving her completely bare before me. She is already wet for me, glistening, making my mouth water.
I need to taste her, to make her come on my tongue and give her what she deserves.
I swipe my hands up her inner thighs, nudging them apart.
“What are you doing?” she asks me, trying to close her legs again, so I let her.
“I want to taste you, Carolina, make sure you’re ready for me,” I say, stroking her calves.
“I’ve never done that before,” she admits, blushing.
“You have no idea how hard it makes me to know that I have the honor to get all of your firsts,” I say, hovering over her and kissing her. “But I can wait if you’re not ready,”
“No, I want everything with you, I just have… insecurities, I guess,”
“That’s okay.” I kiss her once more before scooting back down, and she opens her legs for me, so I push them wider. “I am going to make you forget all about them,” I promise before leaning down, breathing in her scent. I lick over her slit, and she gasps. Then I use my fingers to spread her open for me and lick her clit, her taste driving me mad. “Fuck, Carolina, you taste better than candy,” I say, which makes her giggle again, but it turns quickly into moans when I delve back in.
My hand wanders up her thigh, and her mouth falls open on a pant, eyes shut. I slide one of my fingers inside her just a little before pulling it out again, repeating the motion and feeling her stretch around me. Her hips start to move with me, and each time, I push my finger a little farther, trying to prepare her.
I know no matter what I do, it is still going to hurt, but I want to lessen the pain as much as possible.
As I’m sliding my finger out once more, her tight pussy clenches, telling me she’s close to coming, so I gently easeanother finger in. She whimpers, her thighs trembling, and I groan with how responsive she is for me.
I imagine it’s my cock she’s squeezing and not my fingers, moaning with her in anticipation. To take her raw, feeling her virgin pussy contract around me has my own legs shaking.
Her breathing increases with each thrust of my fingers, and she grinds down against my hand. Then, with one of her hands on my head, she runs her fingers through my hair, pulling on it, tugging me closer. I release a growl into her pussy, her taste and the slight pain on my scalp nearly enough for me to come with her when she falls over the edge.
Joshua wipeshis face on my inner thigh, then leans over me, kissing me deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue. Surprisingly, it’s not a bad taste, and I feel relieved.
This was mind-blowing, but it would have been tainted if I tasted bad.
No wonder everyone talks about getting head.
He leans back, smiling at me, and I reach up to wipe his hair away from his beautiful eyes, my finger finding his dimple.
“You still want this?” he asks, his voice filled with tenderness.
“Yes,” I reply, panting and feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
He’s already laying between my legs, cradling my head with his hands, his heart pounding almost out of his chest.
“Okay, I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t think I can prevent that,” he admits, and I can see he’s worried.
“I know,” I say, smiling at him reassuringly.
I let my hand wander to his pants and help him slide them down before he removes them completely. His erection presses against my pussy, sending shivers through me.
I wonder how much it’s going to hurt, but it doesn’t matter. I know I can handle a lot.
He kisses me again before lifting my thighs to his hips. “Wrap them around me,” he whispers.
I do as he says and reach up, holding onto his shoulders. He positions himself at my entrance, and my heart races. His hands are on my hips, and he leans down, bringing his face close to mine until our noses touch. He pecks my lips before whispering, “I love you.”
In one motion, he jerks my hips to him while thrusting into me, and I gasp as a sharp pain shoots through me. He peppers my face with kisses, murmuring how sorry he is and how perfect I am, all the while stroking my hips gently without moving inside me. I grip his shoulders hard, my nails digging into his skin.
