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Apparently, the seam of her jeans is hitting her clit just right because she breaks the kiss, crying out in pleasure.
Fuck.
She makes the sexiest sounds, and her hips start moving in an up-and-down rhythm, entirely independent of me. I glance at her face.
"It hurts," she admits, tears glistening in her eyes but not falling.
Holy shit, what just happened?
I quickly shift into a different position, one foot touching the floor, while my other knee rests on the bed. "What hurts?" I ask, my voice demanding.
Her eyes flick down and linger on the space between her thighs.
Fuck me.
Her gaze flickers back up to the bulge in my jeans. My arousal is so intense that I feel like I could burst through the damn zipper.
Sutton sits up with a small whimper, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "Will you make it feel better?"
If it were anyone else, I might think they're putting on a show for my benefit. But the truth is, Sutton is undeniably aroused and unsure of what to do next. How can I deny this beautiful girl the relief she seeks?
Does she even know what she wants from me? How much can I get her to say?
"What do you want me to do?" I inquire.
"Touch me," she begs, her plea filled with longing.
“I will, sweetheart, don't worry,” I assure her. "But you need to tell me what hurts."
"Uh."
Her face flushes a bright shade of red. Her inexperience has my desire pulsating, and though I should feel odd about it, it's as though I've just hit the jackpot. There's a strangely possessive feeling about being the one she's willing to share these first experiences with.
"Hm. How will I know where to touch if you don't tell me?" I tease, a mischievous glint in my eyes.
Leaning forward, my hand slips behind her neck, gently gripping the base of her hair to tilt her head up. Our eyes lock, and a charged silence fills the space between us as she hesitates. Her voice trembles as she finally whispers, "I want you to touch my..." Her words taper off into a breathless pause, building anticipation.
With a newfound determination, she says it, her voice barely above a whisper, "Vagina."
"Try again," I continue to tease her gently.
Confusion fills her features. Her mind is moving a million miles an hour. "What?"
I take pity on her and put her out of her misery. "Pussy. Tell me what you want me to do to your pussy."
We lock eyes, and a fleeting moment of vulnerability passes between us. She reaches up and slides her fingers into the waistband of my jeans.
Laying back, she gently tugs me with her, and I settle between her inviting thighs. She scoots up, and I follow suit, eventually resting between her legs. Sutton makes herself comfortable, laying her head on one of my pillows.
She leans in to whisper, "I w-want you t-to lick my p-pussy, please." Sutton stutters through the sentence, revealing her vulnerability.
I can't help but groan in response and instinctively grind into her core, seeking relief from the mounting pressure in my desire. Our simultaneous moans fill the room as our bodies connect in a passionate embrace.
Pulling back slightly, I ensure we make intense eye contact. "Has anyone touched you before?"
Sutton averts her gaze quickly, but I gently slide my hand towards her chin, coaxing her to meet my eyes. "If you can't talk about it, we’re going to have to stop."
Her eyes widen, a newfound confidence filling them. "No. I've never wanted anyone to. Until you." She leans in to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "Will you be the first?"
