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“Darf ich dich küssen?” His pronunciation is terrible. But it’s the first time I’ve ever heard Will even attempt to speak German. One of his hands slides higher, the heel of his hand applying pressure in the spot I want him most. My hips jerk. “Here?”
He smirks at the surprise I’m sure is on my face.
“I thought you don’t do that.”
“Just answer the question, Sophia.”
“Yes.”
He leans over me, the sight of his dark head hovering between my legs so erotic that I can barely think straight. I hook one knee over the back of the couch, opening myself as wide as I possibly can. The pulse between my thighs is throbbing and persistent. I can feel how wet I am. Smell it.
From the first touch of his tongue, I’m moaning. I thought nothing could feel better than his fingers inside of me, and I was so, so wrong. This—this—is nirvana. He sucks and licks and swirls, his mouth applying the perfect pressure at the perfect angle in the perfect spot.
I push my fingers into his hair again, fisting the short strands as I lift my hips to press my pussy even closer to his mouth.
I can feel the vibration of his chuckle. Whatever. It’s not like he doesn’t already know how badly I want this.
The inferno of pleasure builds higher and higher inside of me, stoked by each swipe of his tongue. Already ablaze, and more accelerant keeps getting added. I detonate without warning, shouting his name as the waves of release roll through me. It lasts for a lot longer than when I touch myself and is even stronger than the last time he touched me. If I wasn’t already lying down, I don’t think I’d be able to stand. My muscles feel loose and shaky, like I just ran a marathon. I’m certainly breathing like I did.
“Oh my God.”
Will smirks as he sits up, his tongue running across his glossy lower lip. He reaches for the waistband of his shorts. I watch in fascination as he tugs them down harshly, releasing his cock.
I can’t contain the small gasp when I catch the first glimpse of him naked. It bursts out of me, an involuntary reaction.
My muscles freeze in place as I watch when it bobs out to slap his stomach. As he fists the long length and gives it a few lazy tugs.
I’m hypnotized by the sight. By the fast jerks and the growing size. The way the skin is stretched so tight that it looks shiny and the swollen, glistening tip.
I’ve gone this far with guys. Will’s isn’t the first penis I’ve ever seen. But this feels like a first, like something entirely different from anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s indescribably intimate, seeing him like this. How it’s happening on the couch I helped him pick out.
He’s not watching his hand stroke himself, the way I am. He’s focused on me, still sprawled on the cushions.
“Is this what you wanted, Sophia, when you were rubbing your pussy all over my lap? You wanted to see how hard I was for you?”
Someone sucked all the oxygen out of his apartment, I decide. It’s the best explanation for how my lungs can’t seem to pull in any air. I’m transfixed and turned on and so overwhelmed that my body forgot how inhaling works.
“Take off your dress.”
I blink at him, too mesmerized by the sight of him to react right away. I’ve never seen Will act this dominant. He’s always assured, but never this authoritative.
“You wanted me to picture you naked? Show me the real thing. Take off your dress, Sophia.”
There’s no room for arguing in the demand, and I don’t want to. I sit up and tug my dress over my head. He already took care of my thong, but I unhook my bra too, revealing my breasts before lying back down.
“Fuck,” Will curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He’s rubbing himself harder now, rapid tugs that almost look painful. More moisture keeps appearing at the tip, which he uses as lubricant, swiping the flared head every few strokes as his eyes rove over my naked body.
I’ve never seen a guy pleasure himself before, and it’s way hotter than I would have thought. Not the least bit awkward or strange or uncomfortable.
“Spread your legs,” he says roughly. “So I can see—fuck.”
I obeyed instantly this time.
His eyebrows pull tight together, until they look like one slash of black. And then he’s coming, spurts of white cum landing on my stomach as Will groans loudly. He runs his free hand through his hair and then releases his dick, which is still a startling size, the muscles in his shoulders shifting and rippling in tandem.
He stands and disappears into the bathroom, emerging a few seconds later with a white towel in hand. He wipes my stomach gently, cleaning the evidence of his release off of my skin.
