I nodded because I hadn’t really thought about it, saving myself for the perfect time, for the perfect guy. I’d never been into anyone enough to want to have sex. I’dneverfelt like this. I never knew it could be like this and I still had my pants on. Zeb was fully dressed.
Most couples made out like this in seventh grade.
“I was waiting for you,” he murmured.
His admission had me holding my breath. Studying his face. Wondering if I understood what he was laying down.
“You’ve never–”
“No.”
“But all the girls who–”
“Never,” he repeated, his teeth clenching. His gazeraked over my exposed body. “I’m probably gonna embarrass myself this first time, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to sink into your tight little pussy since the library. It’s gonna squeeze me so good I’ll nut before you even come. So I gotta take care of you first.”
I nodded because my thoughts were scattered. I was so turned on if he moved his hand just a little bit over my clit, I’d probably come. Then he’d thrown out there that he was a virgin. Him. Zeb Wilder. Pretty much the king of campus.
Gorgeous. Nice. Talented. Smart. How had no one snatched him up? How had he not given in to all the girls who pretty much drooled on him, my roommate included?
Then my thoughts scattered… no they focused right in on Zeb undoing my jeans, working them down my hips along with my panties. I helped, lifting my hips until he got to my feet, when he grinned as he had to tug off my boots. They plunked to the floor, one after the other, then he yanked the jeans off. Flung them over his shoulder.
His eyes were on me.There.Everywhere. I was completely bare except for my tank shoved up.
“Fucking perfect.”
I squirmed, feeling the heat of his gaze.
Then, with a quickness that surprised me, he flung my legs over his shoulders, leaned forward which pushed them up high… and feasted.
“OH MY GOD!” I clenched the bedding, then the back of his head.
I knew all about sex. I’d never had it before but it didn’t mean I was a clueless damsel. I heard all the stories from Rose and her friends. I never imagined it to be like this.
Hot. Wet. His tongue was flicking over my clit in a way that…
“I’m gonna–”
He pulled back.
“Zeb!” I cried, looking down my body at him.
He was eyeing me, a sly smile on his glistening lips. “You taste so fucking good.”
I blushed at that, not the fact that he was hovering over my pussy.
“I need you to talk me through this, sweetheart. I want to hear what you like. What you don’t like. I’m gonna learn your body.”
I nodded, because I really liked that idea.
Opening his mouth, he stuck his tongue out and flicked it over my clit. “There?”
“Yes,” I said shakily. “Back and forth.”
He did that and my head fell back, eyes closed. “Yes. Firmer.”
Using his hand still on the back of my head, I guided him, pressing and pulling him so he knew the pressure I liked.
“Fingers. Please.”
