I press my hands up into her shirt and move them up to squeeze the cups of her breasts. She’s melting in my hands, whimpering for me. She can’t know what this does to me. I’m not going to be able to stop if I start to take her the way I want to.
I can’t fuck this girl. I won’t.
But I have to taste her.
I kiss her deeply, feeling her yield to me. My cock is so hard, pressed between us and feeling her soft little body all over me. The scent of her fills the air and consumes me, deleting my every resistance.
There’s no resistance in Emmaline. She craves me as much as I crave her, and that’s a volatile combination. One I can’t wait to feel.
I move my lips to her neck, dipping my hands down to her pants and undoing them. Before she gets a different idea, I lay her against my desk and pull off her pants and press my face between her thighs.
I expect some degree of resistance. My face is right at her pussy now and I look up into her eyes, and my cock is harder than a fucking diamond when I see that look in her eyes.
Hunger, lust, desire, all directed at me. I want to give her everything she wants, and I don’t think she even knows exactly what she wants from me. I feel that the trepidation in the air has nothing to do with me.
Poor Emmaline’s never had a real man before, and I’m about to show her what that’s like.
I press my mouth to her clit, my tongue lapping over it. I watch her face. Emmaline’s eyes look like they’re going to pop from her head, they go so wide. She sighs loudly, the sensation of my mouth on her pussy dragging sound from low in her throat.
I bring two fingers to her pussy and stroke the soft lips, feeling how wet she is for me, then slide my tongue up and down her slit.
Her head falls back, her eyes rolling back as she gives herself to my touch. Emmaline’s hands grip the edge of my desk, holding on for dear life like she might fall off.
Not a chance, princess.
“C-can I hold your face while you do that?” Emmaline asks breathlessly.
No way anyone has ever eaten her pussy before. What a damn shame, as this is the nectar of the fucking gods down here. Her pussy is so goddamn delicious, and soft, I think I’d kill to taste it for another second.
But I don’t have to because Emmaline wants me down there. She has no idea just what she’s in for right now, either. “Yeah, you can touch me, Emmaline,” I say, the words harder to say than I realize. Her sweet innocence is vicious against my experience … when I eat a girl’s pussy, it's nothing like this. She’s into it, and she’s driving her hands into my hair and making the whole circus array of noises when I make her cum. But sweet Emmaline wants to know if she can touch me. She has no idea just how deep she’s already penetrated my being. How much I need her.
Her hand touches my face almost tentatively, worshipfully, before she puts her hands in my hair. Emmaline is so gentle, so soft, so giving, it fucking undoes me.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” I hum against her skin.
I think maybe this will freak her out, make her shy.
No such thing. Emmaline keeps surprising me, and it makes me crave her more.
“Your tongue makes me feel things I’ve never felt before,” she says, breathing heavy. I watch her breasts rise and fall and I can’t breathe for a second.
“Wait till you cum,” I say with a smirk.
“I don’t want to wait. When I masturbate thinking about you, I cum so much I think I need to get an IV for dehydration,” Emmaline admits.
Fuck, it takes everything in me to not fuck this girl right now.
“Well then I guess I have your wildest fantasies to live up to,” I say. I hear how thick my voice is, dark and deep and betraying every ounce of lust that I have for her. “I could lick your pussy all day, though we both have classes in twenty minutes,” I tell her. I dip back into her pussy.
I see that look of confusion on her face. Yes, I know your schedule. I don’t even want to hide my stalker tendencies right now. I need everything out on the table with her. Emmaline makes me want to tell her all my deep dark secrets. If I poured my truths into her, I don't think she’d spit them out. I crave the way Emmaline seems to revere and worship me, and above all, seems to truly understand me.
If she’s bothered, I can’t tell. Mostly because her face contorts in pleasure, her little hands holding onto me but letting me take the reins on how and where I lick her pussy.
I lick every inch of that perfect pussy. I bring my fingers up to her clit and I work little circles, feeling her thighs shiver around me with every movement. I grip her thigh with my hand, just needing to touch her, before I put my hand up under her to cup her ass and pull her against me. I devour her pussy, working her until she’s just on the edge. I don’t want to tease her though, right now I only aim to please her. When she gets close, I slide two fingers into her tight pussy and stroke her, deep and slow, so that the orgasm cascades through her body like she’s rafting through rapids. I bring my mouth to her clit and worship it. I erase her every thought with pleasure from my mouth, my fingers.
Her hands cup my face, and Emmaline is so tender, so sweet. I wish we didn’t both have classes to go to.
“Fuck, Ethan, I’m cumming so hard,” she whimpers. “Kiss me, she says, and she holds my face, trying to pull me up.