He looked at me hungrily. “I don't believe in doing anything unless I do it right.” He lowered his mouth to my breast, licking at it fiercely. I wrapped my hands behind his back, dragging his own shirt up as he caused small jolts of pleasure through my body. Soon, I had the bottom of his wet shirt in my hands, and I pulled it the rest of the way up. Ian let it slip off him before going back to licking at my nipple.
Suddenly, he lifted me up again and roughly put me on the bed. My wet hair fell into my face again as I felt him going for my pants button, and I suddenly found myself short of breath. This was farther than I had ever let any guy go, and for a moment, I felt apprehensive.
“Ian, wait a moment,” I said as I felt him begin to work my pants down off my hips.
“Hmm?” he asked. I could see him eyeing my body hungrily.
This was it. I could stop him now. I could tell him I was a virgin. I could tell him that this was wrong. I could do any number of things to stop what was about to happen
But I didn't want it to stop.
“Nothing,” I said. This was what I wanted.
He smiled and returned to moving my pants down. When they were off, nothing remained on but my panties. He began to kiss up my leg, building the anticipation. As soon as he was back up to my panties, he began to kiss around the outsides of the fabric, driving me wild with every touch. I could feel the juices flowing with me, feel myself getting wetter.
He began to kiss me over my underwear, inhaling deeply the fragrance of my pussy as he did so. I began to writhe, just imagining that tongue touching me on my clit. My hips actually lifted up off the bed so I could press my sex against his tantalizing mouth, almost completely without me willing them to do so.
“Oh, God,” I moaned to myself, realizing how he had made all those girls scream during high school.
Suddenly, he took my panties in his fingers and tore, ripping the lacy fabric and creating a hole. I looked down at him. “Hey, you asshoooooooooo...” I couldn't help but fall back to the bed as his tongue moved out of his mouth and onto my clit, causing me pleasure that I had never felt before in my life.
I wasn't sure I could ever go back to using the shower head again. I never knew what I was missing.
He attacked my clit mercilessly, his tongue causing every muscle in my body to twitch and shake. The sounds coming from my mouth ceased as I became consumed by the pleasure. I felt my face scrunch up as I began to make a high pitched eeeeeeee sound. I seemed to lose track of everything, sights and sounds faded away, as the most intense orgasm of my life washed over me. I felt myself let go completely.
As soon as I began to regain my hearing, I heard Ian giggling. I was breathing hard and my face was flushed, but I managed to look down at him. “What exactly is so funny?”
He shrugged. “You never told me you were a gusher.”
I didn't know I was a gusher either. I didn't even know what that meant. “Why would I tell my stepbrother anything like that?”
He shrugged, those muscular shoulders rippling as he did so. “I guess that makes sense. I want to see it again.”
I tried to get up. “No, don't do...” Again, his tongue on my clit stopped me. This time, he had a hand on my pelvis, holding me down as a finger pressed into me. I had slipped my own finger in before, but his was thicker and longer. I felt him begin to curl his finger inside me, pressing at about the same place as his hand was on my pelvis.
I never stood a chance.
Within seconds, I felt my eyes rolling back into my head. This time, instead of twitching, I felt my body completely relax. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the incoming wave of pleasure, letting his hands do the magic. When his thumb brushed my clit as he continued to press down, I felt myself let go again. Sounds faded from my world, but the last sound I heard was Ian.
“There it is,” he said as my entire body seized up.
I saw stars as another orgasm washed over me. I knew I'd never feel this ecstatic again without Ian's magic touch, and I wanted more. I needed more.
When the world finally started to return, I felt Ian slipping the remnants of my panties off of my legs. He had somehow removed the rest of his clothes as he had pleasured my body. As he stood up, he hefted it.
There was no way that thing would fit inside of me.
Without another word, he grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. His cock, long and thick as it was, seemed smaller when guided by his hand. However, I doubted that I could even wrap my own fingers around it.
I bit my lip and whimpered as I looked at it. “Do you have any lube?” I asked meekly.
Ian laughed again. “Trust me, you don't need it. I've never seen a girl as wet as you are right now.” He positioned himself between my legs, and I felt how hard his cock was as it brushed against my inner leg.
“It's just that...” I started. Should I tell him that I was a virgin? I asked myself. He'd probably stop if I did, and I didn't want that. “You're really big.”
He laughed again. “That's what I keep hearing. Don't worry, I'll be gentle to start.”
To start, I thought. Meaning that, by the end, he'd be fucking me raw. I bit my lip and nodded, and he continued. I felt him press against me, felt how wet my opening really was. This was it...