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My every word and kiss build up Oana’s confidence. She even brushes her fingers across my dick before snapping her hand back.
“It’s really large.”
Glancing down at my erect dick, I frown. “Yeah, but we’ll start smaller.”
“How?”
“My fingers will get you ready. My tongue, too. Those are smaller.”
Oana giggles like a kid hearing sex talk for the first time. I study her for a moment, both admiring her slim body and worrying over its reaction to me inside it.
“I plan to kiss your lips and then your jaw and then your throat and keep going down until I reach your pussy. Can you touch yourself there right now so I’m sure that’s what you want?”
Holding my gaze, Oana slides her fingers down her belly to her wet blonde hair before dipping them between her folds. Her breathing quickens as she strokes her clit.
“That spot right there,” I whisper against her lips, “is where I’ll kiss and suck until you come. You won’t even notice my fingers by then.”
Oana’s smile encourages me to slide my fingers over hers. She moans at the feel of me. Her sighs encourage me to kiss her soft throat and then that sweet spot between her tits.
“Ike,” she whispers, sounding in heaven.
My lips leave kisses across the curve of her tits. I suck gently at her right nipple before offering the same affection to her left one. Oana’s fingers leave her pussy and seem to want to touch my shoulders.
“What’s stopping you from taking what you want?” I ask while kissing her belly button.
“They’re gooey.”
“Let me see,” I say and suck at her wet fingers. “You’re right. They are.”
Oana’s hips wiggle, and her face flushes as I scoot lower on the bed. My breath on her wet pussy makes her moan. She’s flustered and terrified.
“Can you change the song for me?” I ask, wanting her to feel in control of something.
Reaching for the phone, she changes from Mötley Crüe to The Runaways. Her hips immediately rock to the beat. I share her smile before my fingers slide open her pink lips.
“Ike,” she whimpers.
“You’re so beautiful, and I’ve waited for so long.
“What if I disappoint you?”
“You’re my dream girl.”
Oana bites her bottom lip and gives me a sweet smile. Her eyes flutter closed when I blow on her overheated pussy.
I’ve never gone down on a chick before, but I know the logistics. I still steady myself before kissing her clit.I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t do right by Oana.
Her breath catches as my tongue dances across her wet, hot flesh. I inhale her sweet scent and demand my dick be patient.
Kissing and licking, I admittedly struggle to remain in control of myself. Oana tastes so damn good. My balls throb, begging for relief.
I refuse to rush. Oana needs to feel safe. I also want to prove myself worthy of this woman and our future together.
Mentally, I erase all distractions. I’m just a man with his dream girl’s wet pussy and nowhere to go.
Oana makes a sexy sound when my tongue wiggles inside her. She nearly throws the phone when my index finger fills her.
She’s literally panting now. I finger-fuck her while sucking softly at her clit. In no hurry, I allow her to adjust to feeling exposed and out of control.
