I don’t want to pressure her in any way, but my throbbing cock is very anxious to know where the boundaries are so I don’t cross them.
Her voice is soft and unsure. “Maybe not sex, but other stuff. Is that okay?”
Lifting my head, our eyes meet and I’m blinded by the blue-violet of her irises. My mouth touches the corner of her mouth and I suck on the bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from her.
“As long as I can touch you, and feel you, and make you come, that’s perfect.” I nip at her earlobe and feel the shiver in her trembling body. “Can I kiss you here?”
I softly stroke the spot at her collarbone, just north of her tits. She nods and answers with a feathery reply. “Yes.”
I slowly unclasp her hands and draw her arm down to her side to expose the most beautiful girl in the world. I can’t help but stare at her mouth-watering tits.
“Oh fuck, Brin. Look at what you’ve been hiding from me.”
Before me are the most luscious breasts I’ve ever seen. Her plump globes of creamy skin beckon my hands and mouth to roam every morsel of juiciness. Her nipples are a tempting treat with their rosebud peaks and I hover over to take the opportunity to taste her. I flick my tongue over one distended nipple, savoring the sweetness before switching to the other one. Brin clutches the sheets at her side and moans in pleasure.
“You like that?” I ask, rolling my thumb over the stiff bud before I pinch it between my fingers.
She raises her head off the mattress and arches into my touch with a soft “Mm.”
I smile against her skin and sample the taste of her nipple, sucking it into my mouth on a groan.
Brin’s head falls back and her dark hair spills loosely across my pillow and I love knowing that her scent will linger on my sheets long after she’s gone.
I throw one leg over her waist to straddle her hips. Our bodies align so that my ramrod hard cock is pressed snugly into her center. Intense pleasure shoots through me like an arrow when I give an experimental slide of my erection over her panties. I grit my teeth from the excruciating need to dive into her while my dick strains against my shorts, the tip peeking out from the top of the elastic waistband.
I catch her eyes as she looks down between us. Brin’s dark-lashes fan out over her cheeks and she blushes when she lifts a delicate hand and trails a fingertip down my stomach. My abs ripple under her touch and my cock jumps inside my shorts.
“Can I touch you?” she asks, biting her lower lip shyly.
I swallow hard. I want to take things slow, but my body is strung so tight right now, if she lays even a finger on my cock, I’m liable to go over the edge without warning.
“You’ll get a chance in a second…” I scan the length of her body until I reach her panties. They’re lime green with a lemon embroidered on a small patch in the front right above her pussy. “First, I want to make you feel good. Is that okay?”
I scoot down, planting kisses along the silky skin of her belly. She sighs every time I touch her, and it does nothing to help my resolve in keeping my dick in my pants.
My lips find the swath of skin above the elastic of her panties and I let my finger trail along the edge, tickling over her mound softly. I feel the dampness of the cotton panel and my body responds accordingly. Her scent of arousal has my mouth watering with anticipation.
With feet dangling off the edge of the bed, I flick around her belly button with the tip of my tongue and then move lower, skimming and tasting her sweetness.
Before I move any further, my eyes dart up to her face to see her watching me with awe, her eyes burning with need.
“Can I?” I ask, slipping my finger under the side panel of her panties.
She nods, and her thighs tighten underneath me.
I ease the silken material to the side and bury my nose between her legs. I take a deep inhale of her heavenly scent and swear to myself that I will never leave this spot.
Her pussy is bare, except for a small dark patch of landing strip. I take my first swipe up her seam with my tongue, exhaling in pleasure. Brin bucks underneath me, bringing me closer to her wet heat.
I press my thumbs along her inner thighs, spreading her wider so I can get better acquainted with the sweetness of her pussy. With a tiny glance upwards to see if she’s still watching, I swirl my tongue over her clit, never breaking eye contact. The taste of her on my tongue is a heady cocktail and I grind heavily into the mattress with every lick of her creaminess.
Her tiny gasps of pleasure are the perfect orchestration to the symphony of taste. I lick her from bottom to top, flicking her clit and probing at her entrance. Hervirgin entrance. Holy shit, the thought turns me on like nothing else ever has before.
I find her opening with my index finger, knowing it will be tight and wet, and slide it through her slickness. 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 thrust my finger inside slowly and with intention as I alternate between swipes of my tongue over her clit.
