I nodded; I was ready. He looked like he wanted to worship me. Devour me. Make me his for all of time.
The breath from his mouth sent shivers up my spine. The anticipation was killing me. He was making me wait for it. His breath is warm against my sensitive skin. My nerves were on fire. The first kiss to my mound was tentative as if he was testing the waters, committing everything to memory as he went.
“You tell me if you want me to stop. If I do something you really like, let me know too. I want to make you feel good, Cass.”
I nodded once again and that was all the permission he needed. His mouth found my core and I was lost in him. His first lick was cautious, as if he was trying to decide what to do first. I didn’t comment. I wanted him to decide what he wanted to do. This was a big deal for him. It was a first for not only him, but for both of us. His fingers trailed up my inner thighs teasing as they went. When they reached my core, he pulled back the lips of my sex to gaze at me, arousal taking me under. He looked like he was calculating each way he could bring the most pleasure from me.
Lost in the bliss of him simply doing something to make me feel good because he wanted to. Not because he felt an obligation. His tongue came down slowly to taste me again. He flicked me until I was a fireball ready to explode. It was hard to believe that he was this good for never doing it before, but I believed him when he said he hadn’t. Maybe he was just that talented. Or maybe he had actually been picturing this for years. That thought made me feel like I should be nervous of his expectations, but if the noises he was making against my skin were any indication, I had nothing to worry about.
He groaned against me, vibrating my core and lighting me up.
I’m slick and wet for him and I want more. I need more. His hot hand slides down me and I adjust so it goes to where I need it most. I trembled, my eyes widening in the pleasure and heat coursing through me.
“Beau…”
“You like that sweetheart?”
“More… I need more.”
His first finger was thick for me. I’d been a while since I’d had sex and I was tight. I could feel it. A second finger slipped in and filled me up more. He was doing things to my body that I couldn’t explain other than the truth that it was the most alive I’d felt in years. When his finger slid over a certain spot I moaned. I was as inexperienced as he was when it came to this. I’d never pleasured myself so I didn’t know why that spot he kept hitting felt so good, but I wanted more. His eyes found mine.
“There?”
“Yes. Right. There…More.”
He kept his rhythmically moving fingers there and dipped his head again to my clit and sucked gently. The intense sensation of his mouth on me combined with what he was doing on the inside was making me feel something I couldn’t explain. I’d never had an orgasm before so if this was what it felt like I was in heaven.
Whatever it was started to build inside me, my breath coming shorter and harder as I neared the edge. At the last moment he pulled his fingers from me and replaced it with his tongue. I was officially done for, gone for him.
“You taste amazing, Cass. The perfect mix of sweetness and you. I could do this for days.”
My brain was a jumble of thoughts, words, and feelings that I couldn’t explain. Not with his tongue doing such delicious things to me. I was spiraling down. I was so turned on right now that if he asked me to go all the way I would. Thinking about his cock in me made me hot and bothered.
“I’m…”
It’s all I get out before I fall into bliss, ecstasy. My world explodes with color, flowers bloom all around me and I’m lost in the high carrying me away. I cover his face in wetness and he drinks me. Licking his lips, he looks up at me. “You’re so sexy.” His tongue came out and swiped along his bottom lip. “You came all over me and you taste delicious. Sweet and simply you.”
Oh, well that’s awkward. I turned my face away to hide my embarrassment.
“Hey, look at me, Cass.”
I shook my head. No. I couldn’t.
“Cass, it’s not a bad thing. It’s pretty sexy actually. Especially when you do it. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been dreaming of doing that with you.”
“So, you’ve…” I nodded to his pants.
“Yes, I’ve jerked off before…”
“Oh, have you ever…”
“Have I ever?”
“You know…” I waved my hand in the general direction of the second bulge in his pants for tonight.
“I’m going to need you to spell it out for me.”
“Fine, have you ever… jerked off to me?”
He shook his head. “You don’t want to know the answer to that, Cass.”
“Oh, but I think I do.”
“Let’s just say my cock got sore… it was so much.”
I felt my eyes bulge out of my head. I didn’t know that was possible, but it made sense.
“So… did you enjoy it?” He was looking at me like my answer was important to him. Like he needed to know that he’d done something that caused me pleasure. I wasn’t exactly sure at that moment how to tell him that it was the most personal and intimate I’d ever been with another human. More so than sex even. Especially with Andrew. I cringed at myself for comparing them yet again, but I didn’t have any other experience with it. He looked away and his face saddened.
“Yes. I did a lot. It’s just… I’ve never…I didn’t know I could…”
“That’s the
