She is already wet, her desire coating the silky fabric, then passing through the thin fibers and coating the tip of my finger.
I want to be inside her right now.
Slow, I caution myself. Don’t go too fast and ruin this experience. We only get to make love the first time once. We’ll never have this moment again and so this caution makes sense.
If I am going to keep her forever I want to make this count.
So I pull back from our kiss and slowly bend down. Both hands grab the waistband of her leggings and I drag them down her legs as I kneel.
I gaze up at her beautiful face. So perfect and sweet. Her blonde hair is starting to turn pink now. Soft tendrils near her forehead shine and stick to her flushed face from the heat radiating off her body.
I take off her booties one foot at a time, marveling at how perfect her small feet are, her toenails painted and pretty. I cup one foot in my hand, stroking the underside of her arch until she starts to laugh and pull away.
But I grab her ankle. “No, no,” I say. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She loses her balance, reaches out and steadies herself with both hands on my shoulders. “It tickles.” She giggles.
And that giggle. It kills me. So fucking adorable.
But that’s not the only reason I plan on tickling her. I lean forward, my eyes locked on hers, and push her sweater up her belly. My lips flutter against her skin, making her grip my shoulders tighter.
She lets out a long, heavy, sensual breath of air. Then before I can blink, she lets go of my shoulders, whips her sweater over her head, and unhooks her bra—letting it drop to the floor.
“Holy fuck,” I say, gazing up at her perfect breasts.
She shrugs her shoulders a little. Like she’s shy or maybe a little bit embarrassed. And I just want to fall over dead from her sweet beauty.
I slide both hands up her stomach and slip them underneath her tits. Squeezing them and caressing each nipple with my thumbs until they pop up, stiff and erect.
My cocks are throbbing now. Engorged with blood and crying out to be inside her.
Heel, boys, I tell them. Take it easy. We’re not there yet.
Her body is beautiful. And I’m not talking about her shape or her size. It’s the light. The soft glow of her skin that permeates the evening and shimmers just for me.
I can’t look away.
“What?” she asks, maybe feeling a little self-conscious.
“You,” I say. “Just you.”
I stand up and take her hand. “What are you doing?” she asks, when I lead her away.
“Taking you to the bedroom. There’s a time and a place for living room sex, and this isn’t it.”
She chuckles as I lead her down the hallway. “What about dinner?”
I look over my shoulder and say, “You’re dinner, Delphi. Don’t worry, I’m gonna eat.”
She blushes a bright pink, unconsciously looking down.
“Yes, pretty princess. That’s the main course.”
I take her over to the bed and turn her around. Backing her up until her knees hit the mattress and she has to reach out and steady herself as she sits.
She slowly looks up at me, her eyes half closed and heavy with the thought of sex. Her hair, now almost completely pink, falling over her shoulders, partially obstructing my view of her breasts.
I just want to look at her for a moment. Burn the image of her in my brain so I never forget this night.
She bites her lip. Inhales deep. Then her hands go to my open pants and she pushes them down over my hips until both cocks spring out, hard and eager. Pulsating, and throbbing, and aching with need.
I just shake my head and smile. “You first,” I say.
Her lips make a small, perfect o shape.
“Lie back,” I command softly. “I’ll do the rest.”
She swallows hard, glancing at my two cocks like she’s nervous, but then she places both hands on the bed beside her and eases onto her back.
As she does this I lower down to my knees, hands on her knees as I spread her wide open and inhale her sweet, princess scent.
I have to close my eyes, that’s how overpoweringly seductive her essence is.
As soon as I lean forward her fingers are tangled in my hair. Gripping and urging me forward.
I lick her. Tongue flat along her open pussy.
She bucks her back. Arching and rounding into a curve that makes her breasts rise up as she holds my face between her legs.
“Oh, my suns,” she murmurs, when I lick her again.
I flatten it out to taste as much of her as I can. Then pull it into a tight point so I can probe her opening.
“Jimmy,” she says.
And man, do I ever like the way my name sounds coming out of her mouth. My lips form around her clit and I suck a little, taking in the little nub of skin that controls her glow.