“That feels nice too,” he said.
“It’s supposed to feel nice. All of it.” He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands so I told him to cup his balls to lift them out of my way. The bottoms of his sweet cheeks were now exposed. I dipped one finger in the thick, white substance and used a dollop of it to glide along his cleft, zeroing in on his tiny rosebud, already slick from his solo experiments. Even his butthole was cute and way too sweet for what I planned to do to him. My innocent flower. I wanted to protect his virtue almost as much as I wanted to plunder it.
“Some people like to be licked down here,” I said. “It’s called rimming.”
“Actually, I think it’s called analingus,” he said smartly, likely referencing one of the books Marion had let him borrow.
“I’m going to ana your lingus,” I teased. His sphincter was a little puffy, pulsing against my finger where I skirted along the edge. “How’s this?” I asked, my own dick plumping rapidly with a need to get inside him.
“That’s good,” he whispered, flush in the face and damp at his temple. I kissed the side of his head where a stray curl was plastered to his skin, and then his cheek, smooth from where I’d shaved him that morning as part of our daily routine. My kisses fell like raindrops onto his skin as I teased him open with my fingertip. His muscle pulsed a delicate, sensual beat.
“Still like it?” I asked.
“Yeah. Feels strange but good.”
“You want me to push inside now?”
“Yeah,” he murmured softly. His amber eyes were darkened by pupils so large he looked high, intently focused on me. I craved that look, his trust, his sweet vulnerability.
I eased my finger inside and was met with warmth and suction, the ring of muscle clenching around my second knuckle. He tightened up before relaxing again, adjusting to the foreign sensation. I pushed a little deeper, searching for his magic button. Pressing gently, I traced a tiny circle over his gland.
“I think that’s it,” he said, squirming on the bed.
“Right here?” I asked as my fingertip coaxed his shy bud to awaken.
“Yes. Right. There.” He bit down on his bottom lip, tearing into the soft flesh.
“Kiss me,” I said and dove in for another taste of him. He looped both arms around my neck and held onto me as if he were drowning. His kisses were like promises, to love me despite my many faults, to let me explore him in ways he’d never known, to trust me with all of his firsts and some of mine too. Once his lips were puffy from my attention, I went lower, sucking a bruise onto his neck and another on his smooth pectoral, marking my territory. I nibbled one nipple and he sang a sweet note.
“Cipher,” he said, breathless, and all the while I kept a rhythm against his prostate, plucking him like a guitar string. It swelled underneath my steady drumbeat as he grew more agitated, writhing on the bed and digging his fingers into my bicep.
“Still like it?” I asked because I wasn’t sure.
“It’s not enough. Try two fingers.”
I wiped some of the goop on my second digit and withdrew the first before slowly easing both inside. It was a tight squeeze inside his virgin hole. That pressure would choke my dick and probably feel amazing while doing it, but this was about his pleasure, so even as my cock throbbed with an almost painful arousal, I ignored my own desires in order to pay attention to his every little moan and whimper.
I pulled my fingers almost all the way out before pushing back inside, stroking him the way my cock might. The pads of my fingers tagged his gland with every deep penetration.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“Good,” he said, thighs trembling. “Really, really good.”
“If it’s really, really good, then maybe I’ll keep doing it.”
“You’d better,” he snapped, eyes flashing. I smiled to let him know I was only teasing then tugged on his nipple with my teeth, stretching out the nub like bubblegum. He whined as he watched me in a lust-drunk daze, swallowing his groans while rocking his hips, fucking himself on my fingers. He was so sexy and uninhibited, and I drank in every detail, locking it away in my spank bank under the title, Kitten’s First Fingerbang.
“You think you can come like this, cutie?” I would stroke his cock or suck him if he needed it, but I was curious to see what my fingers alone might accomplish.
“I think so,” he said shakily.
I kissed his navel and nosed along his hard shaft, lapping at his juicy balls while he gripped the back of my head with both hands. I fingered him relentlessly, to the point that my hand was starting to cramp. Finally, he arched off the mattress, dug his heels into the bedding, and with a magnificent shudder, let out a strangled cry. His entire body quaked, and his dick pumped out a white, milky fluid. Still stroking him lightly, I tasted his emission while he shivered and moaned, coming down slowly.
Kitten caught my hand, and I removed my fingers at last, wiping them on the towel he’d placed underneath him. Even though I was hard as fuck and verging on blue balls, I drew him into my arms so he could wrap his limbs around me like a strangler vine.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“Mmmm hmmm,” he said sleepily. “Was so nice. Felt different than usual. Deeper somehow.”
