“Good. I’m not complaining. Take these off.”
I slipped out of my panties. Mary tossed them off the bed, the went back to work, her fingers circling my clit as itgrew more swollen. I didn’t have time to panic or worry about whether she was aware of my inexperience because she was too focused on getting me off. Relief overcame me with every touch. This was the least awkward hookup I ever had.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Yes.”
“You’re gorgeous,” Mary whispered, lowering her face to kiss my nipples.
I ran my hand through her hair, gripping the roots to show her how much I loved the feeling. As much as I wanted her touch, I also wanted to be adored.
When she slipped two fingers slowly inside me, I threw my head back. She looked up with a sly smile.
“That’s amazing,” I said.
“Good.” Mary faced me, kissing me as my breath picked up.
I got brave, playing with her nipples, then ran my hand down to her hips. I tried to do what she’d done, slowly sliding my hand into her panties, then pulling back to see her expression. Focusing on her only made the feelings of her fingers slipping inside feel fuller, louder, more colorful.
“Mer,” she begged.More.
I nodded, slipping two fingers inside. She thrust faster. I kissed Mary again, soaking up the feeling of pleasing her while she brought me to the edge. It was overwhelming in the best way. I never tried this with anyone. The feeling of connection flooded me with oxytocin.
“God, yes,” I moaned. “I’m gonna… oh fuck!”
I came, pulling my fingers out of her pussy long enough to press her fingers deep inside me as I pulsed around them. My orgasm was deep, full, all-encompassing. I refocused, my eyes landing back on hers. I expected Mary would want the same as she just gave, but there were other plans.
She kissed her way down my neck, then torso, and gently parted my legs. Torturously, she slowly pulled my legs over her shoulders and without a word, she slowly and gently licked myswollen clit. I threw my head back and once more laced one hand through her hair, the other gripping the pillow behind me for dear life.
“Oh my God!” I screamed. “Fuck! That is good.”
She looked up. “I’m just getting started.”
“Shouldn’t I?—”
“No. I want to worship you right now,” Mary said. “To taste every bit of you. Is that alright?”
I nodded, slack jawed.Worshipme. Who could argue with that? Not only did I love this praise, I trusted her. I wasn’t a novice. I was a fucking delight.
“Please,” I squeaked.
My body still heavy from my first climax, I felt as though I lay on velvet. As her tongue again worked my clit, I was helpless to do more than enjoy the ride. Vibrating with need, I rocked my hips towards Mary’s face, giving into pleasure. She unselfishly went down on me. I’d never had anyone say such beautiful things to me during such a moment. Shecravedme as much as I needed this feeling of fullness.
“Oh, yes, please!” I said in her mother tongue.
Please.My high school Swedish came in handy for the first time in years. Mary worked away like it was her job. I forgot anything about this was new. In a way, I imagined this reality in my head for years after that night in a bar. I saw colors I never saw before as I came, her face pressed tight against me. The fantasy didn’t compare to the reality.
Mary returned to my line of sight, tossing her panties aside and returned to me as I recovered from what she gave me. She straddled my right leg and leaned down to kiss me deep as ever. I felt her wetness on my hip and realized the gratification I brought in this process.
“I want to get you off,” I panted.
“You’re about to,” she breathed deep and kissed me once more.
As she ground against me, we crossed another bridge Marydidn’t realize I was clueless about. It never occurred one could get off this way, but it brought her pleasure all the same. My body—not my hands or my face—was the perfect assist. Moreover, it allowed me a beautiful vantage point to view her as she came alive. The feeling of her desperate need to get off, coupled with her moans was beyond hot. I played with her nipple and listened to her undoing. Gone was my focus on my own pleasure. Mary’s demands took over and I lived to watch her come.
Finally, Mary braced against me and let out a low growl, “Oh, yes!”
“Did you?” I gasped.
She kissed me and panted, “Oh, fuck yes.”
