“That feels amazing,” I gasped, and my back arched against the couch.
Bryant’s finger was intense, but his tongue was magical. It was like a whole new experience that I never imagined could feel so good. Other girls had talked about it—I listened and nodded along like I agreed, even though I had no idea if it was as good as they said. It was—and it was way better than they described. It made me float on a cloud of euphoria while the intensity of the pleasure made me writhe. Bryant held me in place while his tongue moved in quick circles around the hard knot that formed. The pressure built up so fast that it made my head spin—but I didn’t want that feeling to end. It was almost better than the release his finger delivered—I wanted to feel it as long as possible before the orgasm came.
“Please don’t stop—oh god, please—it feels so good!” I put my hand on his shoulder, and my arm started to shake.
No—not yet! Please, I’m not ready to come…
I might not have wanted the pleasure to end, but there was no way I could stop the storm that was ready to blow through me. The feeling was just too intense to stave off the inevitable. The pressure built and built until I was squirming so much Bryant had to actually force me to stay in position. My hips bucked against him. My nails dug into his shoulder. My breathing was so hurried that it got caught in my throat—along with moans. That forced me to gasp for air—and then the pressure released in the midst of the tornado that was making my desire spin inside my body.
“I’m coming—fuck…” My hips lifted up and bucked several times as the bliss ripped through my soul.
The orgasm was intense, but it didn’t peak as fast as the others. It was like a slow build towards magnificence—followed by a peak that didn’t immediately spiral towards the last throe of pleasure. I was wrong when I assumed that it felt better to experience it rather than come. The orgasm it brought was a whole different level of bliss. I ascended to another plane of existence where the pleasure became jagged and mesmerizing.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and my vision went black. I wasn’t unconscious. My body just didn’t know how to process any of the other senses. It was like I could taste the pleasure—smell the
pleasure—hear the pleasure—and see pure euphoria while my body experienced it in a way that was impossible to imagine without actually living the moment with his tongue against my clit. I peaked for so long that everything inside me went numb when the orgasm finally began to fade.
“Oh, dear god,” I exhaled sharply as my senses started to return to normal.
“Did you like that?” Bryant kissed my inner thighs and worked his way up my body before he dropped down beside me on the couch.
“Yes…” I nodded weakly and felt him pull me into his arms. “That was incredible.”
It was still daylight—I could see the light through the window—but I was so exhausted from the orgasm that my eyelids didn’t want to stay open. I finally let them close for a couple of minutes—and was awakened my Bryant’s lips on my neck. I didn’t think I would be able to come again. I wasn’t sure I could even lift my arms. Bryant slowly caressed my skin with the tips of his fingers, and then followed every stroke with a light kiss.
His touch slowly pulled me back to reality—it made my breathing get heavier, and my pulse race. That gave me a second wind that I didn’t expect, but I wasn’t going to let it go to waste with another orgasm that would sap the remnants of strength I managed to find. It was time for Bryant to let me tease and torture him a little bit—that would give my body more time to recover before he took my innocence—and I had no doubt that he was going to do it before the night was over.
“I shouldn’t be the only one naked.” I bit down on my bottom lip and grinned as I started pulling on Bryant’s tie while my fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
“I guess it’s only fair.” He put his hand the knotted part of his tie.
“No, I’ll do it.” I pushed his hand away. “You got to undress me—it’s my turn.”
“Okay.” He smiled and let his hand fall away.
I knew Bryant had a gorgeous physique. I spent my teenage years trying to sneak a peek without gawking—I’m sure I gawked a time or two, but I did my best to be sly about it. I pulled his tie until it was loose; then kept tugging until it unraveled from his neck. I finally got to see his beautiful ink up close when I started unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned forward so I could strip it off. The sight of his muscular physique was enough to make my pussy get wetter—if that was possible—it definitely reacted with a tingle that made me shudder.
There were little details I never noticed when he swam in the pool while I was visiting or walked by without a shirt on. He had roses with thorns that started on his chest and curved into a vine on his left arm—I realized that the stem was colored to resemble a Picasso—chaotic designs that formed something beautiful when you saw it from a distance. I pressed my lips to his ink and started to trace it with my tongue. He let out a gasp and moved his hand to my thigh, but I immediately pushed it off.
“I already told you—it’s my turn now.” I smiled and moved my hand to his belt buckle.
“I can’t even touch you?” he exhaled sharply.
“You’ve done enough of that already.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’ll get another turn once I make you come.”
“Fuck…” His cock throbbed as soon as the words left my lips. “Okay—I’ll try to keep my hands to myself.”
I unbuckled Bryant’s belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started to pull them down his hips. He lifted up enough for me to pull them down, and I reached for his boxers once his pants were around his knees. His cock got even more engorged once it was freed from the fabric prison. It was thick, hard, and practically pulsating with his desire. If it was as sensitive as my pussy, then I was definitely going to enjoy watching him get consumed with the same pleasure that he gave me. I let my fingernails drag against his inner thighs as I started kissing his chest again—I worked my way up to his neck—teased his earlobes—and then started moving down his abdomen.
I avoided his cock because I wanted to make him squirm a little bit before I made him come—but I found out just how sensitive his balls were when my nails lightly grazed against them. He let out a long sigh, and his muscles tightened up. It was similar to the reaction I had when he first started teasing me. I kissed his abdominal muscles—moved my lips lower—swirled my tongue against the skin right beside his cock and watched the way he reacted. He was definitely enjoying it, even if it wasn’t what he truly wanted—yet.
Turning him on is a lot hotter than I expected—I just have to resist the desire to feel his touch until I make him come.
Chapter Eight
Bryant
I had no idea what to expect when Taylor told me that she was a virgin. I tried to feel guilty about being her first, but I just couldn’t find that emotion in the kaleidoscope of passion was already erupting between us. She wouldn’t have been there unless she wanted to be—and I was honored that she wanted to give me her innocence. I had no idea what the relationship would become after we gave in to the insatiable hunger burning inside both of us. She had been a virgin for twenty-three years—I didn’t think she would sleep with me unless there was something lingering beneath the surface that went deeper than lust—but it was really hard to think about that when I tasted her lips and felt her body pressed against me.