“Mine.”
She gasps, and I moan as my mouth connects with her smooth flesh, the perfect flavor of her pussy spreading through me.
The patch of deep blonde curls points my gaze toward that heaven as my tongue slips between her lips, and I feel the nub of her clit, hot against me. As I look up, I see her eyes on me, her lips open and her hands on her tits, playing with her nipples, and I nearly spray the inside of my trousers with cum.
“God,” she moans, her head pressing back onto the crimson velvet, the color of the fabric matching the color of her lips perfectly, and I lose myself between her legs.
I want to be everywhere. On her, inside her, next to her. I lick and suck and taste, wanting to memorize every part of her, of this first experience for both of us, even the sounds she’s making as she enjoys herself—and her laugh may be great, but the noises she’s making right now are my newest favorite sound.
As I bring my fingers to her soaking opening and press one just inside, her hips raise to give me more of her. I think I always knew somehow, we would end up here, since the first time I saw her. We’re almost strangers, but it doesn’t feel that way.
I know exactly what to do, and it’s because somehow, I know her. My inexperience flooded me with doubt for a fleeting moment, then some deep primal instinct took over and guided me.
I lick her clit, sucking it between my lips, and I’m already addicted to her.
My name is on her lips as she continues to play with her breasts, her eyes pinned to mine as I devour her until she’s shaking and drenching my face with her cum.
I swallow, lick, swallow some more, because all of her is mine and I will hate myself if I let a drop go to waste.
Even as I nearly drown in the glory of her orgasm by my mouth, I know the fire that’s started between us is just the beginning.
I need more. All of this…touching her, eating her…it’s just the beginning.
Her legs spread wider as her climax has her twitching and jerking on my face, but I don’t relent. I flick my tongue and glide my fingers in and out of her tight opening, moving faster and faster. She’s so fucking tight, it’s hard to get just one finger inside of her, and I wonder how her tiny body will ever take what I’ve got.
I’m no slouch in the size department, but I never gave it much thought until Seleme. She’s so small, and if her body is barely able to accommodate my middle finger, I know when I get my cock inside her it’s going to hurt.
I run my nose and mouth up and down, wanting her primed and as soft as possible when the time comes.
As her inner walls clamp down on my finger, I brush the rougher patch of skin a few inches inside and look up to see her fingers digging into the flesh of her tits.
“Such a good girl,” I grit out between strokes of my tongue. “Your pussy is telling me things. Telling me it wants more. It does, doesn’t it? Greedy pussy is begging for my cock.”
Seleme’s eyes narrow as her legs tense, her back arching against the red velvet as she cries out my name, grinding her pussy against my mouth.
Her hands fall from her tits, sliding into my hair and gripping tight, holding on as we both ride out her orgasm. As she clings to me, I know I will never forget this moment. Any of these moments. No matter how many more we have together, this first time will play on repeat in my head for the rest of my life.
Even if I live to be a thousand.
I reach down and unleash my erection, unable to hold back any longer as my heart tries to punch a hole in my chest. There are times in life, points where you know you have to keep going, because there was a point of no return and you already flew past it.
This is one of those moments.
The fact that we are both virgins only makes me more certain that this is destiny — something I never believed in until Seleme, but now I’m sure. We were meant to reach this moment, together, and whatever happens from here is also meant to be.
I kiss my way down her inner thigh as her hands leave the sides of my head to return to her tits. I’ve been fairly jaded my entire life. Nothing much surprises me anymore. Until now.
Looking up at Seleme, with her eyes half closed, I’m in awe. I’m convinced that there are things in this world we have no hope of understanding. How did I find such a beauty as her? It cannot simply be by chance. And if that’s true then what else might be real? It’s like a religious awakening, and suddenly everything seems possible.