But it was the look in her eyes, those eyes that I knew from the start would be my downfall, that made the breath die in my lungs. When she leaned over me this time, moving slow as if anticipating another rejection, the intent was clear.
My eyes followed her lips down as she moved in closer, closer still, until our lips were just a hairbreadth apart. Then she licked me. How did she know to do that? Had she been paying such close attention these past few days? How else would she know that it’s her softest of touches that make my cock jump?
If she’d continued her desperate, almost aggressive movements, I could’ve fended her off until morning, but I had no resistance against the butterfly soft whispering touch of her tongue licking across my lips. She didn’t push her tongue past my open lips this time, just teased me with it until I was the one holding her head in place while sucking her tongue into my mouth.
My heart, as our kiss grew deeper, was a mess of emotions. Unbridled desire mixed with the need to protect, and the combination once again proved too much for me to resist. As a last resort, I made one last-ditch effort to save her from me. “Are you sure you want this? You have to be very sure.”
Even as I said the words to her, in the deepest part of me, I still believed we could turn back; I was just no longer sure of why we should. Instead of an answer, she gripped my face and dove back in again. I let her move at her own pace since this was her show. I tried keeping my hands from roaming all over her even though I was dying to.
I had to clench my fists not to take over, and once she realized I wasn’t pushing her away, she took her sweet time with me. Each touch of her lips and tongue, the fingers she trailed down my chest and dangerously close to the lump that had formed behind the zipper of my jeans was torture.
I became her plaything, a blank canvas for the young virgin to explore and explore. I must ask her at some point what they’d taught her in our school about the human body and sex. She didn’t seem to realize what her touch did to me or how painful it now was to feel the grazing of her nails as they ever so gently traveled back and forth over my cock.
I didn’t stop her when she began to lower my zipper or when she fished my cock out with much effort; I even lifted off the bed a little to help her remove the now offensive jeans. I still, I think, believed we hadn’t reached the point of no return. Besides, she didn’t know what she was doing. I’ll let her have some fun until she tires herself out then…
“Holy, Gianna, what, where…?” It’s not possible for her to have seen into me so clearly, clearly enough to know what I’d like, how I’d like it. I think I was in some kind of sexual shock when she licked my cock again. She didn’t touch me anywhere else, just spread her arms out beside my hips for leverage and lowered her head over and over again to tease the length and underside of my cock that was now curved up towards my navel with her soft tongue.
I held my breath, not willing to give in quite yet, in case she wanted to turn back, there was still time, but when she closed her lips around my cockhead, I lost all reason.
GIANNA
I don’t know what I’m doing, can he tell? Will he laugh at my pitiful efforts when we’re done? It doesn’t matter; I need to feel closer to him, to just for this short moment in the vast landscape of our lives, share this closeness with him that no one can ever take away.
I was on autopilot, just touching where I wanted, tasting what my heart told me to. It came naturally with him the way I doubt it would with anyone else, ever. I touched and tasted what and where I wanted, and he let me. When I took him into my mouth, and he hissed, his hand finally coming down to hold my head in place, I knew that I’d won.
My attempts to fit him into my mouth were futile, he was just too long, too thick in places to fit, and that place between my thighs trembled and wept with anticipation of feeling him there. “Enough!” His harsh denial almost sent me scurrying from the bed until I realized he wasn’t pushing me away but instead became the aggressor.
GABRIEL
Her innocence almost made me embarrass myself. Apparently, she has no idea what her playing with my cock, licking it this way, and that to her heart’s content would do to me. I was iron-hard, my cock already leaking precum, making itself ready to take her.
Even as I rolled her to her back and leaned over her, I could’ve stopped. If she’d looked afraid, made any sound that gave me pause, I would’ve pulled her shirt back on instead of easing the zipper of her jeans down over her hip, down her thighs, and off, taking her blue silk panties with them.
My nostrils flared when I caught her scent, my eyes drawn to the soft thatch of jet-black hair between her thighs. Now I became the tormentor as I played my fingers through that silky pelt, mesmerizing. My heart beat in my ears and cock making it thump against the mattress as I teased her juices from her with my fingertips.
She moved against the sheets sensually, her thighs coming together, entrapping my hand before spreading open again as if beckoning me inside. Now I was as lost as she was when she was the one at play. I got caught up in the sights and sounds she made, distracted by the feel of her beneath my fingers, and swore I heard the strains of our song.
I looked up to find that she’d had the iPod in bed with her and had turned it back on. It was the death knell to any resistance I still had left. Now when I touched her, my movements were more sure; I didn’t feel the need to hold back; she was with me all the way.
That knowledge unlocked something inside me, and I felt like a bird that had finally found its wings. As the song played, I moved up beside her from my place between her thighs. My fingers glided and explored as she held me captivated.
I reached down between her thighs, letting her soft pubic hair tickle my palm as I searched her folds, going further this time. I held my breath as my finger breached her for the first time, my heart beating out of time as part of me still couldn’t believe that we were here, that I was doing this to her, with her.
“Give me your tongue.” She’s so innocent, the way she peeked just the tip of her tongue out to me. I covered her mouth gently and teased it the rest of the way into mine as my finger slipped into her, past her tight folds and beyond to that place that only I had better ever venture.
She moaned and keened into my mouth as my fingers moved gently inside her, going deeper and deeper still until I felt her innocence on my fingertip. I expected to find that that piece of flesh that proclaimed her untouched, but I hadn’t expected the way it would make me feel. Hadn’t expected the possessiveness that would come awake inside me.
I think I growled into her mouth. I’m not sure. Between the music and her soft pleas into my mouth, I was no longer focused on anything else but her and her pleasure. She moved against my hand, her hips picking up speed as need arose.
In my mind, I saw myself take her in a million ways, but for her first time, there was only one. “You ready?” She looked back at me with those eyes, now shining with lust and some other sweet emotion that pierced my soul. I held them with mine as I slid between her thighs, removing my hand to replace it with my cock that I was now afraid might be too much for her to take.
Too late, she felt the cold precum-covered tip against her heated walls, and that’s all it took. She lifted her hips to meet mine and where I wanted to go slow so as not to hurt her unnecessarily, but her need was too great.