I have no expectations of what’s going to happen between me and Brinly today. I know from her confession the other night that she’s still a virgin. That doesn’t scare me. Not one bit. But if she’s going to let me be the one to deflower her and give her her first time, I want it to be special. That might not be today, and that’s okay.
I’ll leave that decision up to her, but at the very least, something good is bound to happen, considering she’s up in my room right now waiting for me.
I take the stairs two at a time and when I reach my door, I lose my goddamn breath. And possibly my mind.
There laying out on my unmade, rumpled bed is a nearly naked Brinly. She removed her jeans and tank and is now staring up at me wide eyed wearing only a pair of lime green panties and nothing else. Her hands are crossed over her torso, covering her breasts like a sweet, siren goddess out of Eden.
Stalking toward her, trying to slow my roll so that I don’t pounce like a leopard, I bend over her, placing my hands at her head and begin peppering kisses around her face and down her neck.
“Tell me what you want, Brin. What are you comfortable doing?”
I don’t want to pressure her in any way, but my throbbing cock is very anxious to know where the boundaries are so that I don’t cross them.
Her voice is soft and unsure. “Maybe just oral. Not sex. Is that okay?”
Lifting my head, our eyes meet, and I’m blinded by the blue of her irises. My mouth touches the corner of her lips and I suck on the bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from her.
“That’s perfect. But I’m going to want to kiss you everywhere.” I wiggle my eyebrows and she laughs, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Well, next to when she calls out my name when she comes. But one step at a time.
“Good.” I say when she confirms with a nod. I slowly draw her arm away from her tits and stare down at the perfection below me.
There before me is the most luscious banquet of flesh I’ve ever been privy to. Her breasts are firm and full, creamy skin everywhere for my hands and mouth to roam. Her nipples are a savory treat with their rosebud peaks.
I take the opportunity to taste her, using my tongue to lave over one of her nipples, switching to the other side as she moans and gasps out in pleasure.
“You like this?” I ask, rolling her now wet nipple between my finger and thumb.
She arches into my touch, the movement pressing her pelvis to my groin. Intense pleasure shoots through me and I grit my teeth from the excruciating need to dive into her. My cock is raring to go and makes a show of things by straining against my shorts, the head popping up through the elastic.
I want to take things slow, but my body is amped up at the sight of Brin – so perfect and beautiful – I’m not sure what I can take without going over the edge.
Scooting down the length of her body, my hands roam behind my lips, as I press whisper-soft kisses along her silky skin. She sighs every time I do, and it does nothing to help my resolve in taking it slow.
My lips find the swath of skin above the elastic of her panties and I let my finger trail along the edge. Her scent of arousal has my mouth watering. Leaning in, my tongue flicks at her belly button and then lower, skimming and tasting her sweetness there.
Before going any further, my eyes dart up to her face and she’s staring down at me with awe and intense heat in her gaze.
“Can I?” I ask, slipping my finger under the side panel of her panties.
She nods, and her thighs tighten underneath me.
As I promised to keep her panties on, I slide the silken material to the side and out of my way, taking a deep inhale as the scent of her overwhelms me. I want to bury my nose in her heavenly fragrance and never come up for air again.
Her pussy is bare, with the exception of a sexy landing strip, and I take my first swipe with my tongue. Brin timidly bucks underneath me, bringing me in closer contact with her wet heat.
I press my hands at the insides of her thighs, widening her legs so I can get better acquainted with her sweetness at her apex.
With one hand holding open the edge of the material, I pry her lips open to expose the luscious, creamy center of her body and the hard, pink clit that’s ready for my mouth.
I do little to hold myself back, and instead, go balls to the wall, so to speak. Really, it’s balls to the bed, since I’m grinding heavily into the mattress with every lick, touch and groan.
Her tiny gasps of delight are perfect orchestration to the taste in my mouth. Swirling my tongue, I lick her from bottom to top, flicking her clit and probing at her entrance. Her virgin entrance. Holy shit, the thought turns me on like nothing else.
I find her opening with my index finger, knowing it will be tight and wet, and slide it through her wetness. Brin jerks beneath me and moans out a plea.
“Preston,” she gasps and it’s music to my ears.
“Does that feel good?” I don’t wait for a response, but continue to slowly thrust my finger inside, alternating it with swirls of my tongue at her clit.
