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Most of all, I wanted it to be memorable for her. I felt a great responsibility for her pleasure. Part of me was secretly glad she was still a virgin. She was old enough now, at nineteen, to know what she wanted and to be eager for it. If she had been younger when she lost her virginity, she might have been less in control, more open to manipulation by some randy boy her age who knew nothing about pleasuring a woman.
I still felt it would be best for Celia to be with someone who loved her, who wanted to be with her more than just a night, which was all I could give her considering my situation, but I cared about her. More than someone like Greg would have.
"You sure you want this?" I whispered into her ear. I kissed her neck and then pulled back so I could catch her eye. "You can say no and I'll stop at any time."
"Yes, Hunter, I want this," she said, frowning at me. "I want you."
That was all I needed. I kissed her again, deeply, claiming her mouth, sucking her tongue into mine while I ground my erection against her. I wanted to work her up as much as possible so she'd be panting with lust before I even took off her clothes.
I pulled off her sweater, revealing her lacy red bra, her breasts spilling out on either side. Then I unzipped her jeans and slipped them off, so that she lay on the bed, her knees hanging off the end, wearing only her bra and a matching lacy red thong.
God, the way her skin contrasted to the red of her underwear was amazing. She could have been a pinup girl with her curves, and my erection strained at my jeans at the sight of her. She bit her lip as if she were nervous and so I lay on top of her and pulled her lip down with a finger.
"Don't bite that lip," I said, my voice husky with lust. "Let me."
I kissed her again, taking her bottom lip in between my teeth gently, pulling on it just a bit before I kissed her deeply once more. While I kissed her, I ran my hands over her body, from her softly rounded hip to her waist, and then cupping one breast in my hand.
"You are so lush," I almost growled. I pulled down the fabric of her bra and kissed my way down from her jaw to her neck, and then over her collarbone. I glanced down and saw the full roundness of her bare breast pushed up from the bra, her nipple hardening in the cool air. I ran my tongue all around the curve of her breast then swiped it over the hard bud of her nipple. She groaned and arched her back, pressing her breast up towards my face.
I denied her, wanting to tease her for as long as possible. Instead, I blew on her wet nipple, enjoying the way she shivered, her skin all goosebumps, her nipple even more tightly erect. I repeated this with the other side, sliding the fabric down below her breast so that it was pushed up and out. I licked her skin all over without touching the nipple, leaving it until last, and she gasped once more when I quickly lapped my tongue over it.
"Please," she whispered, her eyes closed, her body writhing under me.
I smiled, enjoying her built-up desire.
"Be patient," I said, my voice firm. "I intend to make you beg for it."
She smiled at that, her eyes still closed. "Haven't I already done that?" Finally, she opened her eyes and met mine, her lips curved.
"Not nearly enough."
I squeezed her breasts with both hands, kneading them, then pushing them together before swiping my tongue over each nipple, one after the other. She inhaled deeply, her eyes rolling up in her head, her hands gripping the covers.
Finally, I took one hard bud into my mouth and sucked, indulging myself in what I had been imagining ever since I’d seen her at the beach party. I ran my tongue around and around, enjoying the way her nipple hardened beneath it. I stopped all motion and was rewarded when she arched her back, desperate for more contact.
"Don't stop," she whispered. I repeated my motions with the other breast, squeezing it, pulling her nipple into my mouth and running my tongue around the nipple before sucking hard. "Oh, God," she moaned, almost panting.
I continued to move from one nipple to the other until she was writhing beneath me.
Finally, I released her
breasts and ran my tongue down her abdomen to her navel, which I circled, then lower to the lacy thong. Her thighs were already spread to accommodate me, and I pressed them open even wider. Her panties were damp, but I wanted them even more damp, so I ran my tongue over her, feeling the cleft between her lips, pressing my tongue hard against her.
She moved her hips, hungry for more sensation. I denied her at first, licking down her thighs and then up again. I could barely wait to pull off her thong, but enjoyed the visual of her lying there beneath me, her bra pulled down, her breasts jutting up, her nipples hard, and her thighs spread.
I pulled the fabric of her thong to the side, exposing her pussy. It was closely trimmed, the dark hair short so that I could see her inner labia and clit, glistening with moisture.
"So nice," I murmured, pressing her legs farther apart. "Nice and wet."
I licked her slowly, running my tongue up and over her labia without lingering on her clit and she shuddered, her body trembling.
"You like that, do you?" I said, my voice gruff with lust.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes closed.
I studied her, hungrily taking in her nice wet pussy, on display for me, her red lace thong pulled to one side.
"Do you want me to lick you again?"
