I lean down and kiss the side of her jaw. I also shift my hips, rubbing up on her. “But you’ve had sex before, right?” This better be the case. I haven’t been with a virgin since I was in high school. I’d feel bad if I ended up being the person she gave it up for since I’m about as far from a virgin as a person can get, aside from real hookers.
She ducks her head so the top of her head is tucked under my chin and her nose is at my throat. I like that she’s shy about this stuff. I’m not used to it.
“Sunny?”
Her head moves.
“Is that a yes?” When she bites my collarbone, I press my hips into hers. “You do realize I’m on a mission now, right?”
She releases my skin from her teeth. “What kind of mission?”
“An orgasm mission. I’m gonna make you see stars with my tongue.”
“You can give it a shot.” She says this like she expects it not to happen.
It’s on like motherpucking Donkey Kong now. “Pfft. It’ll happen, baby.”
Now I have a goal. After I get her off with my mouth, I’m gonna try for a real-sex orgasm. I cut the conversation. All the talk is sidetracking me from my objective. I make my way down her body with my mouth, taking a detour across her right hip to her navel. Her muscles tighten as I kiss along that sensitive place between the top of her thigh and her pelvis. Her legs part farther, so I know as much as she’s unsure, she’s also interested in finding out whether I can make good on my promise.
Moving lower, I run my hands up the inside of her thighs and then back down. Hooking a palm behind her knee, I kiss the soft skin there. I glance up on her sharp inhalation, taking in all her long limbs and soft curves.
This is about more than the orgasm; it’s about Sunny and her absolute lack of them. I remember being fourteen with messed-up teeth, wondering if anyone would ever be willing to put their hand on my dick.
Having a complex meant I put extra effort into learning what girls liked. And all that practice paid off; girls went from “friend” to “friend with benefits” real fast. I spent my junior year banging my way through the senior class. I learned a lot from those girls. Specifically, what did and didn’t work. By the time I got drafted I was raking in the Os like a center pulls goals, and it opened up a whole world of bunny love.
Nothing beat the feeling of someone else’s hand, or mouth, or * making my dick explode.
I don’t want Sunny to have to go to the bathroom after we get busy and hide out there for an extra five minutes rubbing one out—not that girls actually do that. But it would suck if she had girl blue balls.
I take things slow at first, starting at her knee and kissing my way higher. I pay special attention to her moans and the way her hips shift to help me gauge what she likes. After a few minutes of teasing, I move over an inch and nibble right at the juncture between her thigh and her *. Her clit is peeking out, all swollen and looking to be licked, so I do.
“Oh my God.” Sunny’s legs clamp around my head.
“Too much?” I prop myself up on my elbows and put a palm on the inside of her thighs to keep them open.
“Yes. No. I’m not sure.”
“Should I try that again?”
“Okay.” She nods vigorously. “Please.”
“Cool.” I dive back in, but keep my eyes on her as I give her clit a kiss. She doesn’t try to vice-grip my head with her thighs this time, so I press my tongue flat against her and lick up, real slow. Her brow furrows and her mouth drops open.
“You tell me if it’s too much, ’kay?”
“It’s not too much. It’s incrawsome.”
“Is that good?”
“Sorry.” She sucks in a deep breath. “I meant to say awesome or incredible, but it came out as one word.”
“Nice. I like it.” I drop my head and get back to business, sucking and licking and nibbling, taking my cues based on how much she wants to decapitate me with her thighs. My forearms are getting a serious workout from holding them open.
I can tell from the way she’s gripping my hair and her toes curling at my ribs that she’s getting close. I suck on her clit and slip two fingers inside her, glancing up to see her eyes roll back.
“How’s that feel, Sunny Sunshine?”
“Gooooood.”
I do it again. “Just good?”