“Oh God,” she pants, her gaze burning into me.
We’ve had sex more than once playing Orc’s Realm. I’ve slid my fingers inside of her tight pussy, but this is the first time I’ve had her eyes on the real me. Her perusal makes my sac tighten as pre-cum glistens at the tip.
“Open,” I demand when her tongue snakes out to wet her succulent lips.
She must be just as dazed as I am because she doesn’t obey. When her hands move from the small of her back to reach for me, I can’t muster the ability to remind her to keep them behind her. When her soft palms caress my thighs, I groan with a need that’s bone deep.
Tingles follow the trail of her hands, and I’m aware enough in this moment to know nothing has ever felt like this. Absolutely nothing.
“Take off your shirt,” she demands, her tone making me obey her orders with hasty movements. “Wow.”
“Yeah?”
Her head nods in answer, but her eyes never leave the trembling muscles on my body. Leaning in closer causes her cheek to brush down the side of my cock, and I fight the urge to just explode my release on her face and in the lush purple hair hanging loosely around her shoulders.
“Whitney,” I warn when she nuzzles my cock into the soft skin of her neck.
Her mouth is a mere inch from my tip when she looks up at me, eyes glazed.
“Arms behind your back.” The throaty words are a plea more than a command, but I’m granted a reprieve when she complies.
Soulful eyes blink up at me, softening even further when I cup the side of her face.
“Open up and show me what that mouth is good for besides lying.”
The first swipe of her hot tongue over the head of my cock nearly brings me to my knees.
I’ve always been an immediate gratification kind of guy. It’s hard not to be in this day and age with the world literally at my fingertips, but fuck if the buildup and anticipation of coming together with her like this isn’t the best thing that has ever happened to me in a hundred lifetimes.
The swirl of her tongue isn’t expert on any level, but you’d never be able to convince my tight-as-fuck balls of that. The angle of her head isn’t right, revealing she hasn’t done much of this before, but instead of making me wish for more, I find myself grateful for the opportunity to teach her what I like.
When her cheeks collapse, sucking in around the length of me, I realize just how fast of a lesson this is going to be. I can’t take my eyes off of her even though I have a dire need to look to the ceiling and count my blessings. Below her mouth, her bound feet quiver, toes digging into the carpet like she’s trying to find a way to stay grounded herself.
I, on the other hand, am seconds away from needing to be scraped off the fucking ceiling.
“So good,” I praise, my fingers tangling in her wild hair.
I attempt to distract myself by letting the softness filter through my fingers, but then she gags, the sound echoing around the room like a filthy exclamation. When she pulls her head back, a silken strand of saliva drips to her chin. Instead of wiping it away, she lets it rest there, a trophy of her hard work.
“Open,” I whisper when she licks at her now puffy lips. She obeys.
I slide in, using my grip on her hair as a warning of how deep I plan to go.
“Look at you,” I praise, my cock resting on her flexed tongue. “You have the most fuckable mouth. Does your pussy ache? Do you wish I was sliding inside of your cunt right now?”
Her eyes flare, shifting to the edge of the bed in a silent plea.
But there won’t be any fucking here tonight. I’m not going to take her that way for the very first time on the questionable sheets of a three-star hotel. She deserves better. I want her memories of that first of a million times in a place we can both relive it often. My bed comes to mind, but her bed would be just as good.
“Make me come, and I’ll take care of that needy little pussy of yours.”
I push forward, mindful of how deep I thrust but keeping it just to this side of her limits. I don’t want to hurt her, but at the same time I need her to feel me after it’s over. I want her to be reminded of where I’ve been every single time she swallows.
“I’m going to come,” I warn because we spoke about many things, but fluids didn’t make the list. It could easily be a hard limit for her.