“I’ll make you a deal. Keep grinding against me, coat my lap in your cum, and lick me clean. Then I’ll return the favor and clean you up myself.”
She nodded enthusiastically, our foreheads pressing together. “I’m so close.”
“Good.” I grabbed her face. “Open your eyes, Little Goddess. I want you to look at me when you make a mess all over my cocks.”
What a privilege to be able to stare into her pale blue eyes, wet with desire, as she climbed to orgasm. Her pants quickened, brushing across my face. I could feel her lip tremble under the edge of my thumb. Two hands squeezing her hips, I pulled her against mine faster. Harder. Her nails dug into my supporting arm. I wished her claws were sharper so she could gift me another scar to mark the memory of her collapsing over the edge of bliss.
“Theo, fuck, I’m gonna—” Her eyes clenched close.
“Eyes on me,” I growled. I wasdesperateto see what they looked like when she ascended.
Droplets coated her lashes when they lifted, her glassy pale eyes meeting mine as she wailed out into the quiet of the wilderness. Warmth and wetness dripped over my lap, her pussy pulsing against my base. I couldn’t wait to feel that around my cocks.Later.
“Was that a good orgasm, darling?” I asked, wiping a tear from the corner of her eyes.
She nodded with a whimper.
I watched her facial muscles gradually relax from their pleasure-induced strain. “Are you ready to clean up your mess? Or do you need another moment?”
“A deal’s a deal,” she breathed heavily, pushing on my shoulder to move me into position.
Weak from her orgasm, her shove wasn’t all that convincing. But I understood the message and appreciated the effort. I flopped to my back, folding my arms behind my head. She crawled between my thighs, her sight locked on my cocks. How odd was I to her? She must not mind the differences too much if she was using my sheath to get herself off.
Vivian stared up at me, her pink face perfectly framed within the V-split in my cocks. Her breasts nestled between my thighs as she grabbed me with both hands. One at a time, she brought them to her mouth, licking my tips. Kissing. Suckling gently.
“I don’t think that’s where you came, darling. At least not yet. Lick where you just were and tell me just how good you taste.”
She trailed her tongue down my shaft, reaching my groin and lapping at the raised ridges she’d just come undone on.
“Tell me, have you ever sucked your fingers clean after pleasuring yourself? Did you know that you taste like the most delicious berries?”
She chewed her lip that glistened with her own excitement. “I’d never come before that night.”
Pride and confusion wrestled inside of me for dominance. Should I have known that? Would I have handled things differently had I known? I could've saved her first orgasm for when I was buried inside of her...No.That’d be selfish of me. I was glad her first time coming was all about her pleasure. It was an honor to be able to give that to her.
“Play with yourself while you finish up down there. I want you to make yourself come for me.” What a pity to live her whole life in such a beautiful body, and to have never once fucked herself.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Suck on my cocks, and while you do, imagine how they’ll feel stroking in and out of your little pussy. It’s up to you if you want to play with your clit or slide your fingers inside of you. Listen to your body and make sure it feels good. There’s no wrong answer.”
I wanted her to be just as bold sexually as she was in all other aspects of her life. How awful no other male had helped her build confidence in her body. Worse, they’d actively damaged her self-image. The fire within her blue eyes told me she wanted the freedom to be carnal. It was my new personal objective to set her up for a lifetime of sexual satisfaction during the remainder of our time together this summer. No more settling. Anybody following me would need to meet the highest standard…
Fuck.
Why did that thought make me feel sick? I suddenly felt the need to abandon all foreplay and bury myself inside of her so deeply nobody could rip me away or take my place.
The unwelcome thought was quickly forgotten as her lips wrapped around the head of my right cock. Holding herself up with a forearm on my hip, one of her hands disappeared between her thighs while the other gripped the left shaft and stroked. Her ass was arched in the air, the beautiful heart shape of her cheeks visible over her wet tangle of hair. She whimpered at her own touch, the vibration of her voice making my eyes roll back into my head.
Difficult as it was, I kept my hands to myself. This was a lesson in the art of self-love.
“Nod your head if it feels good—playing with yourself.”
Her head bobbed up and down on me.
“Do you feel how wet you are?”
More bobbing and whining.
