I wanted her, fuck did I ever.
“I want you to lean back against the mirror and relax, baby.” I didn’t give her time to respond before I placed my head between her thighs peppering her skin with small nibbles and licks, all while working my way up to the real prize. My tongue darted out as I zeroed in on the sweet nectar, her taste coating my insides. Noelle was a flavor I knew that I would never get enough of. I kept going, keeping my pace gentle but relentless as I placed two fingers inside of her tight hole, pumping in and out while licking and sucking at her clit. I worked effortlessly to bring her to the brink of pleasure.
“Oh god.” Her head fell forward, and her legs started to shake. I could feel her pussy jerking as I continued my assault on it with my mouth and fingers, as I slid in and out of her slowly. Christ, she was so tight, so ready to be taken by me and she would eventually be taken. Maybe not today but someday soon, and when it finally did happen I knew it would be explosive.
“The name’s Royal, baby, but if you want to call me god, go for it,” I whispered as I pulled back from her sweet spot, nipping at the soft flesh of her thigh. Her back bowed with every small thrust of my fingers and tongue into her body. I could feel the build within her, the way she pushed back against my finger, and the way her body shook as if it was ready to explode. Her beautiful hazel eyes were closed, and I couldn’t let her come without looking me deeply in the eyes. I needed the connection.
“Open your eyes, princess,” I begged, pulling my fingers out, only to slam them back in, her tight hole squeezing around them. Her juices coated my hand. She was so wet for me and she hadn’t even come yet. I continued to feast on her, licking sucking and biting all while plunging my fingers into her at a relentless pace. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t remember her name, until she felt nothing but pleasure.
Her eyes fluttered open. They were heavy like it took immense effort to get them open. I wanted to laugh out loud but couldn’t ruin the moment between us. She blinked them open again, and this time they stayed and adjusted to the extra pleasure forming in her body. I worked her over taking note of the lust and something else that I couldn’t quite place that lingered in her stare. Uncertainty maybe?
“I can feel it…” she cried out, pushing back against my hand and face. I grabbed the tops of her thighs steadying her and making sure she couldn’t pull away from me before she came. No way, sweetheart. You’re riding out the pleasurable waves.
“It feels soooo goooddd.” A loud breathy moan fell from her plump lips. I slipped another finger in, and that must have been her undoing. Three strokes later and she was calling out my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Fuck, I’ve never been so jealous of my own hand. It touched her where I never had.
Noelle kept her eyes locked on me as she rode out the waves of pleasure, each one hitting her harder than the next. Her chest rising with each heavy breath that she took. A pink blush crept over her body, and I could still feel her body quaking from the force of her orgasm.
“I’ve never come before…” Her voice was heavy with pleasure and she sounded shy like she was embarrassed to admit that to me. I blinked, pulling my body up off the floor, slowly trying to digest what she just said. She couldn’t mean what I think she meant. Could she?
“Like you’ve never come at all? Not once? What about when you pleasure yourself?” I really hoped she wasn’t about to fucking tell me she’s never even touched herself. I know she told me that she had never been kissed, and I assumed she was a virgin but shit. I never would have guessed at seventeen that she was that fucking untouched.
How the fuck is it even possible this is the first time she ever came? Fuck! I was her first kiss, and the first guy to ever bring that sweet pussy of hers to the brink. What the fuck did I do? I felt as if I took something glorious from her.
“You need to get out of here right now.” I pulled away from her without warning, grabbing her clothes up off the floor. Fuck, I was an asshole. Hurt showed in her eyes, where pleasure previously was; still I couldn’t explain myself to her right now, not without really fucking her this time. It would be hard and raw, and that’s not what she needed from me. Not at all. I couldn’t take her until I was in the right mindset and even after what we just did, I didn’t trust myself with her.
“Am I not good enough? I’m sorry. What did I do wrong?” I could tell she was close to crying and the fact that she thought this in anyway was her fault made me feel like an even bigger asshole.