First Comes Love

Tristan

There, I said it.

The truth is out there now, and it feels as if the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. And the look on her face tells me that I’ve made the right call when I decided to spill my guts.

We stare at each other for a long while in complete silence, allowing everything to sink in. Then, as if we couldn’t fight any longer the magnetism between both our bodies, we take one step forward and close the distance between us.

She places both her hands on my chest, my heart thumping against the palm of her right hand, and then she goes on tiptoes. Our lips find each other, the sweet taste of her body making me burn with desire, and I rest my hands on her waist.

She’s breathing hard now, her body so close to mine I can almost feel the warmness of her skin through the wet towel wrapped around her body. My cock is already twitching just by having her this close. I don’t know exactly what it is, but there’s something about her that makes me lose all control… It’s her eyes, her lips, the perfect shape of her body - it’s everything.

“I want you to be mine,” I find myself saying as I push her back against the wall of the bedroom, my hands on her waist as I lean in to kiss her again.

Swear to God, I just wanted one more kiss. But now that my lips are on hers, there’s no way that we’re going to be able to stop. Her hands are already on my back, pulling me in, desire controlling every single movement of her body. I let my hands go up her side and, grabbing a handful of her wet hair, I yank on it; she throws her head back, opening her eyes and returning my gaze. That’s all it takes for me to know how bad she wants me right now - and she wants me as much as I want her.

“I love you,” I repeat, breathing as hard as she is. The words just feel right and, if that didn’t make me look like a desperate teenager, I’d just say them over and over again to the point of exhaustion.

My blood’s boiling, my heart’s drumming and my cock is already as hard as steel. “I need you,” I add, leaning forward and pressing my lips against her neck. Her hands slide down my back and she traces the contour of my belt; then, stretching her fingers wide, she grabs my cock harshly, all of her desire contained in that one simple motion.

“That makes two of us,” she whispers as, still kissing her neck, I let one hand fall to her chest and squeeze her right breast over the fabric of the towel, feeling the perfect fleshy curves molding to my hand. My other hand goes around her waist and I cup her ass, the memories of her naked body flooding me at once as I grab her. My cock pulses against her hand, so strongly I wouldn’t be surprised if it just ripped its way out of my pants.

Yeah, I want her that bad.

“I want you… Bad,” I say, voicing my private thoughts as she curls her fingers even more tightly around my shaft, slightly moving her wrist up and down and stroking me over the fabric of my pants. Acting as if it had a will of its own, the hand I have on her breast falls down her chest and goes straight to between her thighs; bunching up her towel, I flatten the palm of my hand there, cupping her pussy harshly over the fabric. Even though there’s a barrier between my hand and her pussy, the anxious way she’s breathing tells me she’s already soaking wet. And, hell, just thinking of that makes me want to go down on my knees and taste her right here and now.

And why not?

Both my hands go to her waist and, pinning her against the wall, I go down. My eyes never leave hers, a spark of desire flickering in her face as my knees touch the floor - she knows what’s coming, and she can’t wait for it. I throw a quick glance to the side and, making sure that the door is already locked, I go for it: I hook my thumbs on the hemline of the towel and lift it up to her waist.

Instead of attacking her pussy right away, I decide to take my time with it. I want her to lose all control, and I know exactly how to do that.

I start by laying my lips on her knee and, doing it as slowly as I can, I kiss her skin in a straight line toward her pussy. I stop on her inner thigh, taking my time as I brush my lips against her flesh there, and I take a deep breath to feel her sweet inebriating scent.

“If only food was as delicious as you are, Megan,” I whisper, looking up at her pink pussy, her wet inner lips calling to me. I breath softly into her pussy and, feeling her tremble, I then touch her folds with the tip of my tongue, running it up and down as slowly as is humanly possible.

“Oh, please,” she begs me, unconsciously bucking her hips at me, and I know exactly what she wants. I take my hands to her ass and, with my fingers digging into the flesh of her cheeks, I pull her into me.

The moment my mouth touches her pussy lips, I breathe in. Her scent hits me again, stronger this time, sweet and intoxicating. Just like a drug, except it has no drawback and is more addicting - I forget all about where I am, the only thing my mind can process being the perfect wet pussy right in front of me.

I suck on her hard, her creamy juices hitting my tongue immediately; swear to God, I suck so hard I think her inner lips go dry. I close my eyes, savoring her most intimate parts with my mouth, and let pleasure wash all over me. How can a woman taste this amazing? I could eat her out for hours and hours.

Slightly tilting my head sideways, I suck her folds inside my mouth, her juices coating the inside of my mouth. I part my lips, letting my tongue run over the length of her pussy, and then I circle her soft clit. She trembles slightly, her hands now on my head, disheveling my hair. I place one hand under her ass, forcing her to lift one leg up; she does it willingly, placing her leg over my shoulder. Grinning, I pull back just for one second, my eyes opening as I look up at her: she has her eyes closed, her back against the wall as her chest rises and falls softly. God, she looks so sweet.

As sweet as sin, that is.

I go for it once more, my eyelids closing as I wrap my lips tightly around her clit. I suck on it, pressing down with my tongue at the same time; her fingers curl around my hair more harshly, and I can already feel her breathing becoming more ragged. That just makes me suck on her even more eagerly, her flavor inundating my mind and making me lose all sense of self.

Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I press it against her folds, jabbing my tongue past her inner lips as I place one arm over her waist, my hand reaching for her clit. I find it with two fingers and I immediately start rubbing her soft sweet spot. A tenuous moan leaves her lips, her hands running back and forth over my hair; then, with her fingers acting like hooks on my hair, she pulls on my head as she thrusts with her hips. I go insane, her scent climbing all the way up to my brain like a bullet. I’m no longer eating her out - I’m devouring her, my tongue and fingers working her with a hunger only Megan can tame.

I keep on sucking and licking until I feel her close to the verge of ecstasy. Then I keep going, her moan turning into a loud sigh as she arches her back against the wall, her body becoming as tense as a coiled spring.

Thrusting hard against my mouth, she comes hard, holding my head in place as I feel sweet little spasms taking over the muscles in her thighs. Only when the pressure in her fingers eases up do I pull back, slowly opening my eyes and looking up at her. Her eyes are still closed, her head against the wall as she tries to catch her breath. I put the leg she has over my shoulder down on the floor and stand up, her towel falling down over her waist and covering her. I almost reach for it, anxious to simply rip it off and shred it to pieces - but saner thoughts prevail and, somehow, I manage to control my urges.

“You taste amazing,” I whisper against her ear, my cock tenting my boxer briefs and pants. “I love how your pussy tastes, Megan.”

With a smile on her lips, she opens her eyes slowly and purrs, her words driving me completely insane.

“Let me taste it then,” she says, and I’m leaning forward toward her before I have even understood her words. Before our lips touch, she runs her tongue from my chin to my mouth, taking in her own fluids; then, with our mouths pressed tight against each other, we both part our lips and let our tongues wrestle against one another, my hands all over her perfect body.