She sat down on the bed and slowly laid back. Her hair fanned out beneath her and her chest rose and fell rapidly. When she started to scoot back, I stopped her.
“Wait.” I took two steps and kneeled down in front of her.
When she rose up on her elbows, so she could see me, the motion caused her breasts to jiggle, and my mouth watered with desire to shower attention on them. I would. Soon. But first I needed to taste her.
My eyes lifted to hers. “Spread your legs.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and I could see her battling with indecision.
She wasn’t shy and I knew from her enthusiastic agreement that she wanted this to happen. The only thing I could think that would cause her to pause was that she didn’t like being pleasured like this. If that was the case, I knew I could change her mind. Some girls I’d dated hadn’t been fans either before they’d been with me. After…well, that was a completely different story.
“What is it?”
“We haven’t even kissed,” her voice was small. “Not really.”
Shit. I’d gotten so carried away with taking what I wanted, and keeping up an emotional wall, I hadn’t even thought about the fact that I’d never even properly kissed her.
Time to fix that.
I pushed up and moved over her as she laid back down flat. Resting my elbows on either side of her, I cupped her face in my hands. My thumbs brushed along her jawline as I lowered slowly, our eyes remained locked until I covered my mouth with hers. Her lips parted and I slid my tongue between them. I swept inside, exploring her slowly, languidly. After a few sweeps she started meeting me lick for lick. Soon our kiss turned desperate. Our tongues tangled and she began writhing beneath me. I poured all of the passion I had into that kiss, ignoring my own body throbbing painfully in need.
This kiss was how I’d always fantasized kissing Harmony would be like. Her hands frantically roamed up and down my body, pulling me to her like she couldn’t get close enough. It was desperate, ruthless, demanding. I lost myself in it as I claimed her with each pass of my tongue.
I could’ve stayed there all night. Kissing her suddenly felt like oxygen to me. Like it was a basic need for survival. But when I felt her legs wrap around my waist and she began rolling her hips, grinding against me while her soft moans and whimpers increased, it spurred me to action.
My hand traveled down her body and my fingers curved around her hip, holding it in place. She jerked against my grip, but I held strong. I’d be damned if the first time I got Harmony off, it was going to be thanks to dry humping. Summoning restraint I didn’t even know I possessed, I tamed her frenzied passion with slow, deliberate licks.
When I finally ended our drugging kiss, I saw that her lids were heavy as she tried to open them. By the time she was able to, I was seated on the back of my heels in front of her.
“Spread your legs.” This time the command came out harsher than the first.
Her knees were already slightly open from my body settling between them. But she separated them even further, revealing her sex, slick with desire.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered reverently as my hands covered her thighs.
They inched up until my thumbs brushed her petal soft folds. Her body contracted at the contact and my dick jumped at the sight. I took my time, running the pads of my thumbs up and down her sex, spreading her juices along the path.
“Is this what you fantasized about? Me touching you?” It had taken me days to silence her confession that played in a constant loop in my head.
“Yes,” she panted.
Using my index finger, I traced the seam of her opening, paying special attention to the base. Her body clenched, trying to suck the tip of my finger inside as I teased it. She audibly gasped.
“Like this?”
Instead of answering, she nodded. Her blinks grew slower, longer. I continued my intimate massage, her arousal coating my finger as she grew wetter and wetter.
“Please…more…” she begged between ragged breaths.
“Like this?” I asked as I pushed my middle finger into her tight canal while my thumb grazed softly back and forth over her swollen clit.
“Yes!” she cried out as her head fell back against the bed with a thud.
Her inner muscles clamped around my finger and the sensation shot straight to my straining shaft. I worked her body with my hand as need like I’d never known before raged through me with tsunami strength. After only a few strokes in and out I began flicking my thumb over her pleasure button. Her walls spasmed around my digit as her entire body shook with release.
I stayed with her, keeping my pace steady. Not changing the tempo. I couldn’t count the number of times I’d pictured this, dreamed of this happening, but the reality was so much…more.