All the tension that has been building inside of me feels as though it is going to tip over into something else any moment now. There is that twitching at the inside of my thighs again as he swirls his tongue around me softly, taking his time, his fingers still pushed inside of me. The pressure, the mix of sensations, it’s almost too much for my body to take.
I feel as though everything else has switched off inside of me apart from the pleasure receptors in my brain, the ones that are telling me how darn good this feels, how much I want more.
He plants a kiss against my pussy and then flattens his tongue, stroking up and down my whole length a few times and making me shudder with want. I tip my head back on the seat, my legs beginning to shake as I draw closer. Even though I’ve never felt it before, I know what I’m coming close to, and I want it, I want it so badly that everything else seems to fall away just like that.
How can anything else matter when I have Cliff’s mouth against me like this?
I find that I am pushing myself back against him, lifting my hips so that I can grind against his face and feel his tongue moving eagerly against me. He has begun to slide his fingers in and out of me now, moving a little faster, letting me set the pace as I push myself back against him over and over again. The waves of pleasure are starting to crest in me, starting to reach the very tip of what I can handle.
This is going to happen, finally.
I’m past the point of no return as his tongue swirls around my clit once more, my entire body seizing up and my vision beginning to blur around the edges as finally, at last–
"Oh!" I cry out. The pleasure tears through me like a wildfire. It starts at the top of my head and cascades down over my body, peaking between my legs as the muscles twitch and spasm. He doesn’t move his mouth from me, doesn’t pull his fingers from inside of me, and the pleasure arches and arches and rises and rises until it feels like nothing else at all matters right now.
My whole body trembles, the rush of it reaching to the very edges of my system, filling the dark spaces inside of me with light that I didn’t even know that I needed. I grasp his hair, holding him in place, not wanting this to be over – not wanting to lose the intensity of how this feels, of how he makes me feel.
Slowly, finally, he pulls back from me, plants a kiss on the inside of my thigh, moves his gaze up to meet mine once more. His eyes burn with want for me and I need nothing more than to reach down and kiss him again, taste myself on his lips, remind myself of just where he has been and just how much he is willing to do to get me where I need to go.
Chapter Seven
Cliff
Her cunt is perfection.
There’s no other way to put it. As we kiss, as I share the taste of her on my tongue, my cock is rock-hard, aching to move inside of her. I know that I just made her come for the first time, and if that’s all she’s willing to let me do right now, then I’ll live with it. But fuck – her pussy tastes like honey and I want nothing more than to know what it would feel like, too.
She pulls me up beside her, and I slip next to her on the chair. Then I lift her onto my lap so that she can rest her head against my shoulder. She is beautifully and totally naked, her body so tempting to me that I can hardly keep my head straight. But I am willing to do this exactly as she wants to. No rushing. No pushing before she is ready. I know that she is new to all of this, and the last thing I want to do is give her a reason to hold back even further.
"That was so good," she whispers against my ear, and I can still feel her body trembling with the aftershocks of what I have just done to her. I smile, brush my lips over her cheek. She smells delicious, the musk of her skin too tempting to ignore.
"How you imagined your first orgasm?" I murmur, and she nods.
"Better than I imagined possible," she confesses, and I have to admit, the thought of being the first and only man to get to taste her like that is seriously fucking hot to me.
That pussy belongs to me now – well, for as long as she’ll let it, at least.
"That good, huh?" I ask.
She grins, nuzzles against my neck. "I think you know the answer to that question."
"Yeah, but I want to hear you say it," I reply.
She giggles. "Then yes, it was good," she replies. "And you didn’t mistake me for a mountain lion or whatever this time?”
I laugh softly. "I didn’t." I brush my nose against her hair, just fine with spending the rest of the night like this if that’s what she wants. I haven’t felt this good in a long ass time. Her in my arms feels like fate.
She lets out a long breath and nestles against me, and I wrap my arms right around her more tightly. Hard to believe that I only met this girl earlier today. It feels as though she has been this close to me from the start, as though the two of us were always meant to be this way with one another. I like the feeling of her soft, supple little body in my arms, and I want nothing more than to learn every inch of it as best I can.
"You know, Cliff… I want to return the favor," she remarks playfully.
"What do you mean?”
"Only fair, right?” she replies, lifting her head so that she can look at me properly. "I mean, you got me off. So I want to make you..."
"You don’t have to worry about that," I assure her. "If you’re not ready."
"And what makes you think that I’m not ready?” she asks, pouting playfully. I trail a finger down her back, admiring the curve of her shoulders, the way her body seems made to fit against mine.
"It’s your first time," I reply. I don’t want to bring up the fact that I know that she is a preacher’s daughter, but that’s part of it, too. She must be new to all of this, and the last thing that she needs from me right now is to push her into something that she isn’t sure about.
"So?”
"So, there’s no reason to rush," I point out. She tips her head to the side, looks at me for a moment.
"You think that I need you to set the pace?" There’s a little edge of rebelliousness in her voice. I’ve got to admit, this is the last thing that I would have imagined if someone had mentioned a preacher’s daughter to me, but I like that she is full of surprises.
"It’s not that," I reply.
"Let me guess," she sighs. "You know who my father is?”
"Yeah," I admit.
She shakes her head at me, but she doesn’t seem pissed or anything. "I thought so," she sighs, trailing her fingers over my chest in the most tantalizing way. "Most people get a little freaked when they find out who I am."
"I can imagine."
"But they don’t seem to get that I’m my own woman," she continues, shaking her head. "And I can make my own choices. Just because my father wouldn’t approve of everything that I’m doing with my life doesn’t mean that I’m crazy for wanting it."
"No, I get that," I agree. I don’t want her to feel like I am patronizing her, but at the same time, I need to know that she wants this as much as I do.
"Good." She moves her hand to my head, running her fingers over my scalp. I swear, I feel like I am lighting up every time she puts a hand on me. It’s almost more than I can take, but I manage to contain my primal desire to bend her over the seat and fuck her here and now.