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“That feels so…”
“Good?” He takes my face in his hands and narrows his eyes at me.
“What?”
“I don’t normally kiss women I hook up with. Something tells me you’re…different.” He brushes his mouth against mine, and my heart explodes. “Special.”
“Maybe I’m a gift.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “I admit, I never found a woman accidentally in my bed. This is a first for me.”
“We havethatin common.”
He kisses me again, and our chests press together. His tongue sinfully swirls in my mouth. Every inch of skin I touch is so warm. I’m really questioning now if this is a dream.
“Lie back.” He gently pushes me down. “I’m gonna make you fucking nuts with my tongue.”
I’d heard men bury their faces between a woman’s legs when they really like them. Other men just get on top and rut until they’re done.
Why is this man so…sweet? Sinfully sweet?
“You like doing that? Making a woman crazy between her legs?” I ask him because hearing him tell me what he wants to do to me is such a turn-on.
“I’ll tell you a secret since this is your first time,” he whispers.
“Yes, tell me!”
“A hard cock sliding into you after you’ve come feels so much better.”
I wonder on whose authority he knows this. But I’ll take his word for it. Many girls I know, who are having sex, fake it. Telling this man my age rams against my tongue, wanting to come out. I don’t know if there’s a grace period from seventeen to eighteen. Or if it even makes any difference, but I plan to never speak of this night.
Seventeen, eighteen, or twenty-one, letting a man I just met put his mouth on my lady parts seems wrong—sinful—but, God, I want to feel that sexy mouth and hot tongue slide over me so badly. I relax my shoulders, sinking into the mattress, and he smiles with a victorious, wolfish grin like he’s won.
His hands close around my breasts again as he kisses down my stomach. He murmurs into my soft belly. “Your skin smells so sweet. I can only imagine how this cunt will taste.”
His hands grip the sides of my thong, and I lift my hips. “That’s right. Let me take these off. Spread those thighs for me. Fuck…”
I had my annual gyno checkup a few days ago, and on a whim, I shaved the whole area.
He strokes my folds, and my hips buck against his hand. “Christ, you’re wet.”
“God, that feels so good.”
“And no one’s been inside this pussy, really?”
“No.”
“No playing ‘just the tip’ with someone?”
“Just the tip?”
He strokes the bulbous head of his still-swollen dick. “When a guy sticks just this part in.”
“No.”
“How did I get this lucky?”
“It is room number seven.”
