Lana sighs and stares at the ceiling. “I’m going to go out on a limb and trust that it won’t change anything, but I know what a lot of other women do, and I don’t want to be disappointing. It’s just… I like my life to be as efficient as possible. It’s a personal choice and I hope it won’t bother you.”
I stare at her for several long moments and then shake my head. “Nope. I am lost as fuck. What are you talking about?”
Lana presses her lips together as if she might die with the secret, then she closes her eyes and blurts out, “I don’t shave. Or wax. Or any of that stuff. I don’t do it. Any of it. Not my legs, not my armpits, not my pussy. None of it. Saving the four minutes and twenty seconds required for the daily maintenance is more important to me.”
I drop my gaze to her legs and reallynoticethe fine blonde hairs there for the first time. I run my hands over her smooth skin. No prickles. I do it again and then launch myself upward. “May I?” I ask, gently taking her wrists and guiding her to extend her arms over her head.
She doesn’t resist, just watches as I stare and then lower my face to nuzzle the tiny little patch of hair in her armpit that smells of her deodorant andher. She giggles and tries to trap me close to keep my beard from tickling her, but I pin her arm back up so I can take another look at the soft, smooth, andveryfeminine version of my own armpit situation.
“I can’t believe I’ve been alive for forty-two years and I’ve never even seen a woman’s armpit in its natural state.” I shift my gaze between her eyes and her armpit, feeling in desperate needof an explanation. “Why do so many women shave? This is sexy as fuck.”
Her eyes are so shiny with happiness that I steal her smile with a hungry kiss. I roll with her until she’s on top of me, and I let her kiss me as much as she wants while I run my hands all over her soft skin. I familiarize myself with every curve and slowly guide her downward by her hips, so she can grind against me harder in those wet panties while I imagine…
I roll back on top of her in a rush, and then slip sideways and shimmy downward until I can tug her panties right off. I watch her face as I position myself between her legs, making sure she’s okay with it. She spreads them wider to better accommodate my shoulders.
Her full crop of curls is a much darker gold than her head. She’s natural and wholesome and so, so wet. For a long moment, all I can do is stare at her. All of her.
She stares back at me, panting, expectant, frozen. Is she waiting for me to react? Does she think I’d take one look at her unwaxed pussy and rush for the door?
“You are so fucking beautiful you could never be a disappointment.Lookat you.”
I gently spread her folds to open her hot, glistening cunt for my tongue, and I dive in for my first taste of her. Then another. And another. I can’t help myself. Her heady scent and sweet slick on my tongue are driving me wild — not to mention the way she moans and bucks her hips to receive the attention.
I suck her cute little clit into my mouth and tongue it as I push a finger inside her.
She crashes around the intrusion with a fucking wail, pussy squeezing and coating my hand in her juices. She’s just full of wonderful surprises, and I hum with approval, her clit still pinched between my lips. I thrust a second finger into hertight, twitching cunt to stroke her spasms from her until she’s a quivering mess on my bed — then I lick her clean as my reward.
When I come to lie next to her, propping my head on my crooked arm so I can gaze down at her pretty, blissed-out expression, she rolls her face into my chest and kisses me sweetly, until she nips at my nipple. I hiss, and she smiles.
“You’re good at this.” Her lips brush my skin as she speaks. “I’m glad your short answer was yes. Even though you made us wait this long to follow through. You’re worth the wait. Will you please put your penis in my vagina now? If it fits,” she adds, scrunching her face slightly.
She opens her eyes with apparent difficulty and directs her gaze downward, to where my cock is pressed against her thigh. She shivers and squeezes her thighs together. “You’re bigger than I was expecting,” she admits, her tone unsure. “I should tell you that I have some concerns, but I’m very keen for you to assuage them.”
I can’t help but smile. “Assuage, huh?”
“Yes,” she says in all seriousness. “You’re very good at making me feel better about things, and I have faith that you’ll do the same with regard to the concerns I have now, because I would very much like to commence the fucking. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since I met you, and after your epic performance in the cunnilingus department, I suspect it’s going to feel amazing.”
Epic cunnilingus?
I don’t know why the formal versions of sexual words sound so fucking hot coming from her lips, but my balls kind of want to explode all over her when she says them.
“Tell me your concerns,” I rumble, my voice rough with desire. “Now. Are they on your list?” I look around for her notepad and try to pick up where we left off — before she got all distracting and naked and delicious.
“What’s this one? What does that mean?” There are several markings, but my gaze keeps returning to the capital V, and I suddenly feel on the verge of breaking out in a sweat.
6
LANA
“Ithought it was probably best to tell you I’m a virgin,” I say in a rush — because I can literally see the color draining from his face. I suspect he’s already cracked the code of my shorthand on that note.
“I don’t want it to change anything,” I add quickly, not wanting him to back out now when he’s absolutely the most perfect guy for the task of de-virginating me.
“But it does directly apply to the concerns I have. With your endowment. I’m glad I put it on the list. We should definitely talk about it. Expectations and such…”
He’s not talking, and he’s still pretty pale. It’s also never a good sign if you can literally see the difficulty a person’s having with something as automatic as swallowing.
“I don’t want you to think you have to be conservative with me or anything. The thing is, I actually want you to get really into it and stuff. You know? Like, just get in there and nail me real good — I want that — except I feel like maybe I should have been more prepared for all these actualities.” I marvel at his very large… everything and imagine all the wonderful moves he must have in his repertoire after forty-two years on this earth.
