I watched her come alive, the sparkle in her expression setting me alight. “I still can’t believe this is really happening.”
I kissed her fingertips. “It’s really happening.”
My beautiful Helen was stunning in the morning light. I soaked my eyes over her freckles, and the flecks of green in her irises. She looked so young. So very young.
“You should sleep,” I said. “Get some rest.”
“I just want to… I waited so long…” Her thigh pressed between mine. “Can I see you? Please?” Her thigh moved, and made my morning wood considerably woodier. “Can I touch?”
I rolled onto my back and let out my breath. “Please do.”
Her eyes were hungry, lips parted as she teased the covers down my body. The room was cool but her gaze burned my skin. I groaned as she tugged the covers down over my hard-on, and my cock sprang back to thump against my belly.
I took her little fingers in mine and wrapped them around me, and then I thrust, slowly, back and forth in her hand. Her grip was divine.
She shifted position, and I let out a groan as I knew where she was headed. She paused, her lips just inches from the head of me, her little hand still taking my thrusts.
“I’ve never done this…” she whispered.
“It’s ok,” I assured. “Just take it slowly.”
“I want to taste…”
She opened her mouth and her tongue fluttered out. The contact jolted like electricity and I wrapped my fingers in her hair. “Christ, Helen...”
A quaky breath and she took me between her lips, and she was soft and delicate and gentle. I could feel heat behind my eyes, my balls straining and aching.
“Yes, Helen, that’s it. That’s right.”
I helped her mouth with my hand, rubbing myself as she fluttered her tongue around the head of me. My balls tightened, and she moaned softly as she felt my cock twitching.
“You’re going to make me come.”
She moaned her assent.
“That’s my beautiful girl… suck me…”
The girl was faultless in her enthusiasm. She opened wide and took me into her mouth, and she was so eager, too eager, taking me far too deep in her inexperienced throat, where she retched and spluttered then pulled away, wiping away trails of saliva with the back of her hand. She smiled at me and her cheeks were pink.
“This looked so much easier on the internet. It works so easily on the internet…”
“Forget about the internet,” I said. “Just find what works for you.”
She took a breath and tried again, more slowly this time, but she was still forcing it, still throwing herself in too hard. Her eyes watered as she fought back the urge to retch.
“I’m sorry…” she spluttered. “I’m trying…”
“Don’t ever be sorry for trying, Helen. You’re doing great.”
“I so want to be good at this…”
“You are good at this, you’re good at everything.”
She giggled. “You’re good at lying.”
But I wasn’t. I’ve never been good at lying. She was good, she was excellent, not in technique so much as desire. She was an open book, vulnerable and authentic and unadulterated, and it was magical. Helen was magical. She took a steadier approach, taking me into her mouth slowly, back and forth as she tried to find her rhythm.
“That’s it…” I said, taking her hair. “That’s nice…”
She was a keen student, as always, and she sank into her groove, sucking gently as she moved in rhythm, her lips tight around my shaft, her tongue a butterfly of pleasure. Her mouth made soft, wet noises, and they were delicious enough to drive me insane. I picked up speed around my cock, gripping her hand and guiding it in time with her mouth, until I was bucking with my hips. Reaching the edge.
“Taste me…”
Her eyes met mine and they were wide with understanding. She pulled away and nodded, letting me take over the rhythm of her hand around my cock.
“I’m close…” I said, and she opened her mouth and licked her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes made me warm and fuzzy. She was stunning. Absolutely breathtakingly stunning.
My thighs tensed, and my cock jerked, and she was waiting, unworldly and beautifully trusting and full of nerves.
She flinched as the first spurt hit, coating her pretty lips and dribbling down her chin. She closed her mouth in shock, but I was too far gone to stop, and the next spurt caught her right across her face. It was a comely mess, and all the more so when a third spurt caught her in the eye. She blinked, once, twice before she wiped away the smear, and she was giggling, laughing at herself.
“I think it’s safe to say I messed that up…”
I was smiling, laughing a laugh that was nothing more than a hiss of breath as my body came down from my release. “It was your first go. I messed up as much as you did.”
“You didn’t,” she said. “I liked it, anyway.” She blinked again. “My eye is stinging, though. Is it supposed to sting? And it’s salty, isn’t it? Really salty.” She licked her chin. “I can live with salty… I like salty…”
“It’s better to avoid your eyes. Does tend to sting, unfortunately.”