“Yes, Sir,” she says.
My cock throbs impossibly harder at her words. She’s going to kill me. I release her hands and work her top up. She keeps her arms raised until I have it over her head. Tossing it the way of my own shirt, I lean down to taste her gorgeous tits. Small, but perfect. I know from the videos that I watched she looks amazing in her performance costumes, and I wish I could be a part of her life long enough to see her perform in person. I shake those intrusive thoughts off. They’re too uncomfortable, and I want to concentrate on Lorelei’s body so I can give her an experience she’ll think about for the rest of her life. I selfishly want her to always remember our time together.
I keep lazily kissing my way down her body until I get to her jeans. She lifts her hips and grabs my hair. I do feel like a beast for a moment, wanting to tear the rest of her clothes off and plunge my face between her thighs. I can’t wait to taste her, dip my tongue inside her. As if I’m the virgin, I almost come in my pants thinking about it.
“I have to taste your pussy,” I say, undoing the button and lowering the zipper on her jeans.
“Yes,” she gasps, flapping her hands helplessly by her sides. She looks down at me, and then her head flops back onto the pillow. “Please.”
"Please, what?” I ask.
“Please, Sir,” she responds around a moan.
A pair of pale pink, lacy panties greet me, and I trace along the edge, watching goosebumps rise on her smooth belly as she grips the bedspread. She lifts her hips so I can pull her jeans down, getting stuck on the wrap around her ankle. She gasps, and her head shoots up again.
“Take it off. It’s fine, I only need it when I’m putting weight on it. Just please, get my clothes off.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?” I ask, finding her utterly charming.
The wrap comes off easily enough and then so do her jeans. Her hips move in agitated circles on the bed, and I know I should put her out of her misery, but I want to play with her a little more, really make her want it. My cock wants nothing more than to drive deep inside her sweet, virgin pussy, but I ignore it to kiss my way slowly up her uninjured leg.
She’s shaking by the time I get back to the edge of her panties, and I run my finger down her center. With a gasp, her hips shoot up, and she squeaks. With a nervous giggle, she reaches for my hair, running her fingers through it.
“I can’t—” she starts. “I want—”
“I know,” I tell her soothingly. “You’ll get it, don’t worry. Just let me give it to you.”
I stroke her again, then circle her clit through the soft pink fabric. I rest my fingers lightly against her pussy and take her in. Her eyes are screwed tightly shut, her nipples puckered into little pink nubs, her hair spilling all around her shoulders. Her hands claw at my bedspread, and I slowly move my hand, enjoying watching her move at my slightest touch. The feeling of power is extraordinary. And yet, I’m the one who’s weak because in this moment, I’d do anything for Lorelei.
I yank her panties down and spread her legs, burying my face between her thighs. Her pussy is soaking wet, and her clit is swollen as I lap it with my tongue. She cries out, and I lick down to push my tongue inside her, clamping my hands on her hips to keep her still. Her moans are music to me, driving me on to push deeper until her juices coat my face. I hold tight to her body as she tries to thrash, her cries getting more urgent as my tongue circles her clit. She’s on the edge, and I want to push her over, forcing my tongue as deep as I can. I feel her spasm, and she nearly pulls out my hair while her orgasm rocks her.
I rest my cheek on her thigh and watch her as she recovers. “Am I the first man to make you come?” I ask curiously. I know that the term virgin means different things to different people.
She nods weakly. “No one’s ever…” she trails off, still trying to catch her breath.
“No man’s ever licked your pussy?” I ask, my cock desperately hard and ready to be inside her.
She shakes her head. “Never.”
I nudge two fingers inside her tight, wet heat. “What about put their fingers inside you?”
Her hips begin to rock again now that I’ve set them free, and she moves in a rhythm as I slide in and out of her, stretching her for my cock.
“Not fingers either. Oh God, Gabriel, that feels so good. I’m ready, I want your…” she pauses and swallows hard, looking down at me shyly. “I want your cock inside me so much.”
I open my pants and shove them and my boxer briefs down, letting my cock swing free. She gasps and reaches for it as I move over her while I continue to finger her pussy, her hands run up and down my length. I’m stiffer than I’ve ever been, and it takes all my willpower not to burst, especially when her soft fingers grip me hard and she shivers.
“Your fingers feel so tight inside me, and you’re so big, I don’t think you’ll fit,” she says.
I laugh, taking her hand from my cock so I don’t come all over her. I kiss her hand to soften my laughter. “Don’t worry, baby. I have a very good feeling your pussy will be a perfect fit.”
She relaxes, and after a few moments, she’s breathing hard and writhing again. I tear my gaze away from my fingers easing slowly in and out of her tight body. I can tell she’s about to come again. I pull my fingers out and rise over her. She stiffens for a second when the head of my cock presses against her entrance but relaxes and wraps her legs around my hips when I circle her clit with my thumb. I watch her eyes roll back, and the instant she starts to come, I slide my cock inside her. First, she cries out with pleasure as her orgasm rolls through her, then she bites her lip at the pain when I breach her. I hold myself still, deep inside her tight, spasming pussy, desperately trying to hold back my own orgasm. Her body was made for me, gripping my shaft in tight, wet heat.
As her second orgasm lets up, I ease out. She grabs my shoulders and shakes her head, whimpering for me not to stop.
“I’m only just starting,” I tell her, smiling at the relief on her face.
She shakily holds onto me, staring up at me adoringly. My heart can’t take it, and I look down at her body, running my sticky fingers over her nipples.
