I Look Good On You

My whole body is aching for his hands. I want to feel them all over me. I’m massaging my breast as my other hand creeps down to the hot wetness between my legs.

“Yes,” he grunts. “Touch that pretty little kitty. Show me how wet you can make it.”

My back arches as I move my fingers through my aching folds. Vance is taking deep heavy breaths as he watches me and I can’t help but notice the wet spot on his jogging pants at the tip of his erection getting larger as I play with myself.

I start to slide the tips of my fingers inside my pussy, fucking myself right in front of him. I’m shameless about it as I give him a show.

What the hell has gotten into me? What kind of power does this man have over my body?

I press my palm against my clit as I stroke myself, urging him with my eyes to join the party.

I suck in a breath and hold it when I feel his strong hands come down on my knees. He spreads my legs even farther apart as his head dips down to get a closer look.

He inhales deeply and then moves my hand away.

“That’s enough,” he says as he stares at my sex. “I’m taking over. This pussy is in my house, which means it’s mine. And I want to get a taste.”

His rough palms slide down my inner thighs, stopping right before he hits my sex. My hips are already grinding and rolling on the floor, tempting him to put those sexy lips just a little bit closer… he’s so damn close…

“Look at the mess you made on my sleeping bag,” he growls as he slides his fingers up my slit. I cry out. “You want it, don’t you little bunny?”

“Yes,” I beg.

He slides them back down and starts teasing my hole.

“You’re so tight,” he says with a heavy groan as he presses a fingertip inside. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Oh, God. I can’t lie to him. I wanted to, but I can’t.

He grins in approval. “That’s what I thought. Sweet, innocent, and ripe as a fruit. You’re going to give me your cherry?”

“It’s yours,” I gasp.

“Good,” he says as he slides his fingers up to my clit. He starts rubbing the hard nub as I feel the thundering of an orgasm coming on. I’ve never had one before, but I immediately know what it is. Nothing else can feel this good.

I feel my whole body shaking. My legs are trembling beside his head.

“I’ll take it,” he promises, “but first, I want a taste.”

My body tenses as I anticipate what’s coming. When his lips hit, I realize what I was anticipating was all wrong. It wasn’t intense enough.

The back of my head digs into the hard floor and I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m focused entirely on his hot mouth as he devours my pussy. It feels out of this world.

I thought his hand felt good, but this is just beyond words.

He groans hungrily as he slides his tongue up and down my pussy, parting my folds. I force my eyes open to look down at his muscular back, rippling and flexing as he eats me out.

It feels like his tongue is everywhere at once—in my virgin hole, traveling through my folds, swirling around my clit. It’s everywhere and it’s consuming me completely.

It’s all I can focus on. The intense feeling. The sucking sound. The heat.

I grab a fistful of the sleeping bag and squeeze it as the tension of an oncoming orgasm builds and builds within. It’s going to break and I don’t know if my trembling body can take it.

He’s loving it. The greedy way he’s grabbing my ass and pulling my pussy against his mouth, the hungry desperate moans, the eagerness for more—it’s all showing me how much pleasure he’s getting from this.

His palms slide to my lower thighs and he pushes my legs back until my knees are touching my shoulders. He pins them there as he leans back and takes a long look at what no man has seen before.

My cheeks aren’t blushing anymore even though he can see it all. I’m too far gone for that. I’m consumed by lust and teetering on the edge of my first orgasm. I’m way past shy.

He dives back in and devours me with a new fury, pushing deeper, harder, faster.

It doesn’t take long.

The intense heat of my orgasm rips through me, emanating from my core and surging to the tips of my fingers and toes. I scream out loud as I convulse on the floor, my eyes squeezed shut.

I’m drowning in the pleasure. I’m consumed with lust.

When I come back to earth, I’m whimpering and trembling and grinding my hips against his mouth, which is still moving on my pussy like he can’t seem to stop himself.