The movement of my fingers is languid, at first. Once again, I’m getting her acclimated to my touch—taking the edge off whatever apprehension she might still be holding onto. As my fingers stroke her, my mouth swirls and flicks and eats. Around and around my tongue swirls, while my fingers beckon her orgasm, the pressure and intensity of my strokes becoming increasingly insistent. I’m no longer getting Amy acclimated. No longer leading her gently down the path. I’m dragging her. Commanding her. Ordering her to come for me. Right fucking now.
Amy releases a primal growl that reverberates through my garage. She’s clearly on the bitter cusp of having an intense orgasm. Her first vaginal one, I’d guess, versus a clitoral one, since she’s the only person who’s ever gotten her body over the finish line before now. It’s just a hunch, but I’m guessing this orgasm is about to blow Amy’s mind.
Her groans are downright desperate now, her pussy soaking wet beneath my tongue and fingers. She digs her nails into my shoulders, hard, which unfortunately are covered by a Henley shirt at the moment, so my flesh doesn’t get to feel the full extent of the painful pleasure.
Shuddering with arousal at Amy’s sounds, I slide a fingertip to her anus and tap the sensitive flesh there, while continuing my assault inside her with my other hand. I’m letting her body know time’s up. I demand her orgasm now. And that’s all she wrote. The final straw for my little newbie head case. Her body instantly unravels.
As Amy roars with pleasure, her inner muscles clench and unclench against my fingers inside her. She’s cursing, growling, and screaming through her orgasm, losing her mind as those waves of pleasure ripple inside her body. Delicious.
When Amy comes down from her climax, she’s got tears running down her face.
She wipes them and apologizes, and I tell her that’s perfectly normal. An involuntary reaction during a moment of pure euphoria.
“You’re amazing,” she whispers, her body shaking from adrenaline. “A sex god.”
I chuckle. “I thought you said you’d be a challenge for me. At least an intermediate ski slope.” I touch her chin playfully. “But you’re a bunny slope.”
She looks thrilled. “Am I really?”
“Oh, yeah. Absolutely. You’re a sex kitten, Ames.” I smile wickedly. “This week is gonna be fun.”
Amy bites her lip. “What’s next?”
“I’m gonna fuck you right, for the first time in your life.”
I rise to my feet, scoop her into my arms like I was planning to do before, and carry her into my house, pausing only to enter the code on my alarm and toss my phone and keys into a dish. When we reach my bedroom, I lay my beautiful little toy down on my bed, as she coos and purrs, while I begin slowly removing her clothes.
I’m moving like I’ve got all the time and patience in the world, even though inwardly I’m a kid on Christmas morning. Thank the lord above I had the foresight to jack off in a bathroom at the party, right before we left, or I’m positive I’d have splooged in my pants during Amy’s orgasm in the garage. Everything about that moment was nirvana to me, including knowing Kendrick Cook is probably lying in bed right now, jerking off to Amy Adams or Emma Stone lookalikes on Pornhub, while I’m the guy who got to eat this little newbie’s pussy tonight.
When Amy’s naked body is splayed out before me, I lean down and bury my face in her perfect tits, the same way I did in that guest room at Laila’s party. Only this time, I take my time. I lick and kiss and devour, languorously, while gently stroking her slit. I’m leaving her clit alone for now. Giving her time to regroup, so she’ll be ready for the hardware that’s going to bang against it with each rocking thrust of my body in short order. The hardware she’s got no idea about, at the moment, but will hopefully learn to appreciate when the time comes.
When I’m sated for now by my meal of Amy’s tits, I release her hard nipple with a loud pop and straighten up until I’m straddling her on the bed, fully clothed, while she’s lying beneath me, naked and panting. With a lick of my lips, I get off the bed and begin peeling my clothes off as she watches me silently with wide, appreciative eyes.
Wearing nothing but my briefs, I crawl beside Amy on the bed, my dick straining behind the fabric, and wordlessly lay her hand on my straining bulge and glide her fingertips to the metal hoop attached to the base of my dick.
Amy gasps in shock at the unexpected sensation. “What . . .?”
“It’s a piercing,” I explain calmly. “It won’t go inside you when I fuck you. It’ll never hurt you or cause discomfort. Its only purpose is to stimulate your clit with each thrust, to help you reach orgasm while I’m fucking you.”
From the outside of my briefs, she cautiously fingers the small ring of metal attached to my dick, her eyes wide. Clearly, she’s not sure what to think about this unexpected loop of metal, just yet.
“It’s gonna make you come harder than you did in the garage,” I say, smiling. “Only with my cock inside you.” My smile turns naughty. “The holy grail.”
“Can I see it?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I peel off my briefs and reveal myself in all my glory, and to my relief, Amy looks like she’s peeking straight into heaven . . . albeit through a peephole. She’s obviously beyond excited. But, still, not ready to barrel through the wide-open door to the left.
“Is that a Prince Albert?” she asks, tentatively touching my piercing.
“No, that would be here.” I bring her fingers to my tip, which is now slick with pre-cum. “Like I said, this type of piercing never goes inside you.”
Amy grips my length and slides her palm up and down, her chest rising and falling with excitement. “I’m excited. I’m all yours.”
I let out a shaky breath. “I’m gonna make you feel incredible, baby.”
“I know you will. I trust you.”
“Your only job here is to relax and receive—I want you to react with complete honesty. No worrying about doing it right. And no trying to put on a show for me. Don’t fake a single moan. Do you understand?”
Amy nods, though I doubt she fully grasps what I’m saying to her. No worries, though. She’ll understand soon enough.
Quaking with anticipation, I remove Amy’s hand from my cock and crawl on top of her. As my tip teases her clit, I kiss her deeply for a long moment. And when our kisses become feral and desperate, when I’m positive she’s dying for me to penetrate her, to pound her, I place her thighs onto my shoulders, finger my target to ensure she’s wide open and ready for me, and push myself inside her, as far as I can go, until I’m balls deep and her body has relaxed and molded to mine.
When I know she’s adjusted to my body’s invasion of hers and is ready for a good, hard fucking, I raise her arms above her head and begin rocking, slowly, in and out, feeling enraptured by every sublime sensation. Every breath we take. In and out, as our bodies find their rhythm together. As my tip bangs against her farthest reaches. I’m in fucking heaven.
It doesn’t take long for Amy to lose herself completely. As I begin fucking her, hard, Amy lets go. She moans loudly. Grips my shoulders and chest. Runs her hands across the planes and grooves of my pecs. My shoulders. My biceps.