An American Cinderella

I could hear him getting more and more excited, slowly losing more and more control. I turned around, giving him a deep kiss. He moaned a little into my mouth as his tongue quested within. Every inch of the front of my body touched every inch of the front of his body, and the feeling of his pectorals against my breasts was amazing. I could have stayed right there all night.

Without warning, he stepped toward me. As I pressed into his chest, I realized I would let him take me right here, no questions asked. I was on the pill and I trusted him.

However, he reached past me to pull back the shower curtain and set out, reaching back and grabbing my hand as he did so. We paused when we got to my bed for a deep kiss, and for a moment I wondered if we should dry off before getting on the bed, but instead I decided to throw caution to the wind.

I know, I’m a rebel.

He continued to kiss me as he guided me down gently to the bed, his body moving with mine. For a moment, I thought he was going to just slide right into me, but he quickly created a little space between our lower bodies. I ached to have him inside of me.

Instead, he kissed downward, beginning at my neck. He lingered at my throat for a moment before moving farther down. A moment ago, in the shower, my breasts had been up against his chest, and then in a steam-filled shower. The sudden rush of cold air from the bedroom made my nipples hard. He took my breasts in his hands, moving his mouth from one to the other. I let out a little sound of appreciation as he looked up at me, flicking his tongue against one and then the other.

Finally, he began moving even further down, past my belly button. I knew what was coming, so I bent my knees and brought my feet up to the bed, spreading my legs.

Without missing a beat, he grabbed one of my feet and began to kiss it. I giggled a little as he moved his kisses upward. He put his foot on his shoulder as he kissed my calf, then the inside of my knee, then inside my thigh, getting closer and closer to my sweet spot.

His kisses on my leg became slower and more sensual as he moved higher and higher. I began to writhe a little in anticipation as he got closer, wondering how good this was going to feel.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he took his mouth from my leg. “Are you ready?” he asked.

I locked my eyes with his and nodded my head fiercely. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, telepathically pleading with him to give me release.

“Good,” he said. He dropped my foot and grabbed my other foot, beginning to kiss it, slowly working his way upward.

“That’s not fair,” I cried out, although it still felt great.

He smiled and began to kiss up my leg faster, as if his own anticipation were getting in his way this time. In a moment, he was between my legs again. He built up the anticipation by making those same long, luxurious kisses on the very top of the inside of my thigh, until my writhing got too much for him to take.

I moaned as I felt his tongue press against me, slowly working its way upward as if he were tasting me. I could feel his breath on my clit before the pressure of his tongue took over, lapping at it softly. I wanted to make sound, but instead, my jaw just dropped in a bit of a silent scream. He picked up the pace and I found myself building toward the fastest orgasm of my life.

I tried not to close my legs on his head, but as the sensation overwhelmed me, my muscles started to twitch before losing control completely. My hips bucked as he continued with the same speed and pressure, driving me to further and further heights of pleasure.

As I was coming down, his arms wrapped around each of my legs, pulling them back open. I tried to relax, but the pleasure running through my veins was hard to control.

As my muscles stopped twitching, I slowly opened my eyes. He pulled away with a smile, and I spread my legs back open in invitation. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me.

He pulled out a small plastic square from seemingly thin air. He must have had it in his pants pocket and I hadn’t seen him grab it. I watched as he carefully opened it and slipped on the condom inside. The sheath seemed to strain a little against his hardness.

I sighed with pleasure as he positioned himself between my legs. I was already so wet that when he pressed against my opening, there was no resistance at all. I locked eyes with him as he started shallow, letting my body open to him.