The Virgin Promise

“Hmmm…” He dives down, pressing his lips to my stomach. “Cover you in chocolate—or whipped cream—and lick them clean. Suck on them until I make you come, never touching you anywhere else. Press them together over my cock and fuck them slowly.”

He licks down my stomach, and I picture everything he just said. Oh god, I can feel the air heat up around me just thinking about it. Everywhere he goes is somewhere new, something I haven’t experienced: his lips tracing the line of my hip, his tongue leaving little spots of heat, his fingers stroking on naked skin. It feels good and bright and perfect and the only think I can think is new. This is all new. One second a piece of skin has never been touched, and the next moment, Carter’s mouth is on it, leaving an invisible mark that I won’t ever forget. His fingers slip inside my waistband, pulling my panties down and off. Adrenaline bursts through me in a wave, setting my heart racing. I’ve never been naked with anyone before.

Carter’s smile makes me realize that I said that out loud. “You’re going to have lots of firsts tonight, and I think you’re going to like this next one.”

He sinks down, face so close to me…there. It feels so weird to think about it—I’ve never really thought about what to call it. Vagina sounds too clinical. “Open for me,” Carter says, “Let me see you.”

“What?” my legs close tighter together on instinct.

Carter presses a kiss to the top of my thigh. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I—” My face flushes and I have to look away from him.

“You’re embarrassed.”

Yes. Though I don’t want to say it. Being looked at…it feels so intimate.

He runs his hands down my hips. “You’re safe with me,” he says.

“I know. It isn’t that. It’s just all new.”

“Yes it is.” He presses his lips to my legs again, and I relax into his kiss. There’s a lick, and a gentle bite, and my legs open just a little. Carter takes the opportunity, kissing the part of my inner thigh that he can reach, and keeps going. He’s licking and biting the skin of my thighs, soothing me with his lips, never stopping, never letting me think about the fact that he’s looking at me.

Slowly, I let my legs open a little further, and Carter works his way up. He’s getting closer, never hesitating. Then he’s there. His tongue gliding across my outer lips, coaxing me open. “You’re going to taste so good, baby.” He licks me again, tongue barely flicking inside. It grazes my clit, and that small touch feels like an electric shock. I know it’s going to feel like so much more when I open my legs, and I don’t know if I’ll survive it.

“Please, April,” Carter says. “Let me see you. Let me taste you.”

He uses his tongue on me again, and I can’t hold back anymore. I spread my legs for him, and the sound he makes when I do floods me with wetness. “God, that’s a pretty pussy,” he says, and if that’s what he’s going to call it, it’s good enough for me. A flush rolls up my body, arousal that he likes what he sees and not a bit of embarrassment from being looked at down there.

Then his mouth is on me, and Oh. My. God. Pleasure. It’s all pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this, the way he’s circling my clit with his tongue, sliding against my skin. None of the orgasms I’ve given myself have ever felt this good and I haven’t even had one yet. “Oh my god.” I keep saying it over and over, and it feels like it’s too much, like I’m going to be consumed by this pleasure. My body is moving on its own, squirming, but Carter doesn’t let me escape. He holds me against his mouth, plunging into me with his tongue. It’s so intimate, the same tongue that was just inside my mouth is inside my pussy. My coach has his mouth on me.

Oh god.

Carter grazes his teeth over my clit and my hips buck against his mouth, but he still holds me steady. His tongue works me in long steady strokes, driving me closer to the peak of sensation. Pressure is gathering in my lower belly, a burning core ready to explode outward and take me with it. Carter finds my clit with his tongue, drawing small circles around it and then flicking it with quick movements that have me shaking. I’m so close to coming, and I reach above my head and push my arms against the headboard so I can just get a little bit closer to him, press just a little bit deeper.

He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I go over the edge. I can’t breathe, and I think my heart stops. Pleasure crashes over me, I’m being crushed with it, wrung out. It’s bursting outwards from his mouth with no sign of stopping. Wetness rushes out of me, and Carter doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, still sucking me while the pleasure has its way with my body.

My pussy convulses, and I can feel spasms across my body as the orgasm fades, suddenly letting me see, letting me breathe again. I let out a groan, quivering while Carter’s tongue plays with me gently. I think his mouth must be some kind of magic, because I’ve never come that hard in my life. Not even close. I didn’t even know it was possible for an orgasm to feel like that.

Carter looks up my body, and I can tell that he’s smiling even though his mouth is still buried in my pussy. “Mmm.” His sound is one of deep, primal satisfaction. “You taste so good I’m tempted to see how many times I can make you come using just my mouth.” My pussy dampens in response to his words. “I think you like that idea too.”

“Yeah, I do,” I say. “I didn’t know that it could feel like that.”

His lips are shiny with what’s left of me, and he’s smirking with pride. “Well we’re definitely going to have to do that sometime. Right now, I want to show you just how good other things can feel.”

He stands up off the bed, still smirking while he undoes his belt and then his zipper. I think I’m holding my breath, because he’s gorgeous and I want to see all of him, and because I’ve never seen a naked man in real life. I’ve only seen them in my brief, embarrassing attempts to watch porn, and something tells me that this isn’t going to be remotely the same.

It isn’t.

Carter tosses his pants aside and all that’s left are his boxer briefs, which are doing a terrible job of hiding just how large—and hard—he is. He gives me a playful smile. “If there were music I’d give you a strip tease.”

I’m finding it very hard to speak. “I think you’re already teasing me enough.”

He laughs softly. “Alright then.”

Without any further ado, he slips his thumbs into the waistband and then his underwear is gone. He stands there for a second while I look at him, and I feel like I should say something, but I honestly have no idea what to say. I’ve never seen a naked man, but if I had to image one, it would be Carter. The gorgeous muscles he has don’t stop at the waist, running down into that ‘V’ on his hips and further down into powerful legs. And then there it is. His dick, cock, whatever he wants to call it. It’s thick and long, jutting straight out from his body and all I can think is that he looks powerful standing there naked.

“You’re perfect, too.” It’s the only thing that comes to my mind, even if it is unbearably cheesy.

“I’m glad you think so.” Carter opens one of his drawers and pulls out a condom. I watch him roll it on. Somehow it makes him look ev

en bigger. He climbs to me on the bed, not wasting any time before he kisses me. My nerves flare to life again, knowing that this is different. It feels different, being entirely naked with someone. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and a wave of heat rolls through me, from my pussy all the way up to my cheeks. I kiss him back with everything that I have. I need him to know that I want this, and that I don’t want him to stop.

Reaching between us, Carter teases me with his fingers. I arch up into him, still sensitive from the way he made me come, and my legs part. He pulls back, and I can feel him pressing against me. Not entering, not yet. Our eyes are locked, and I get the sense that he’s looking for something. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

11

It feels everything and nothing like I imagined it would. Carter eases in slowly, and he’s so big that it makes me gasp. His lips are at my ear, kissing me, telling me how beautiful I am and how perfect it all is. He’s barely inside me and I already feel so full that it’s hard to draw breath.

Everything inside me draws tight and Carter pauses. “Relax,” he says, pressing his lips onto mine. “Relax everything in your whole body.” I do, and his kiss is consuming. It warms me up, fills me, and when he thrusts through the barrier that is my virginity, my cry of pain is lost in his mouth. “It’s okay,” his voice is low and warm. “I’ve got you.”

He’s sliding inside me again, deeper than I ever thought possible, where no one’s ever gone before. The pain lessens, taken over by the new and amazing sensation off him being inside me. It feels like it’s never going to end. But then I feel it, his hips sliding against me. Carter smiles. “How do you feel?”

His smile is contagious, and suddenly, I’m smiling too, this odd buoyant emotion filling up my chest with laughter. It leaks out of me and I blush because I never thought that my first time would be this…lighthearted. I don’t know, I thought it would be a serious affair. But this is joyous. “I feel weird,” I say, wiggling my hips a little, an entirely new thing with Carter now there. “You’re inside me.”