I never knew what it would feel like. Sure I had imagined, I had read the erotica but it had never even came close to the real thing when a guy took of my underwear for the first time.
When he had put his hand down by bra the first time I was too lost in emotion, I wanted it. This time I was aware of what was going on, too aware. I was so frightened even though I trusted him so much. He rubbed my hips with his hands and called me by my pet name, the one that makes me shiver with pleasure and feel safe. He told me it would be all right, to trust him. So I lifted my hips, letting him slide them off.
I got such a rush of so many emotions. More and less fear at the same time, excitement, arousal. It was a release and at the same time I was even more tightly wound. Part of me wanted to run, I was so scandalised by what was happening, what I was allowing to happen.
He told me to spread my legs and he lightly pushed them apart, waiting for me to make the final call. I couldn't believe what he was asking, that he was asking! Even as I thought this to myself I did it, I wanted to no matter how nervous I was. My fists were clenching and I looked away slightly. I couldn't process what I was feeling, it was all too much. That was when he licked my inner thigh and the small moans started again. I began to relax and let the feelings take over when I felt it. His tongue on me.
I couldn't believe the sound that came from my mouth and the noises that continued to keep escaping. My body jolted and everything was shaking. My head was thrown back because I couldn't concentrate on keeping it up for more than a few seconds but when I did I could see him, HIM between my legs. What was happening? I couldn't understand. I couldn't believe the pleasure I was feeling.
Then I looked at myself in the mirror next to us. The body I had never liked had somehow become alluring. Those shapely calves tensed from toe curling were fit and toned. Those curvy hips quivering and moving in rhythm with his tongue. My face... the expressions... Was all this really mine? Was it me? We changed positions a few times and I was unable to do much more than to thread one hand into his hair and occasionally push him further into me. I was becoming some wanton creature I did not recognise. All of a sudden my curiosity, my best and worst feature, gets a hold of me and I am uttering the words, "Do- do I taste good?"
"Mmm, God yes pet. Do you want to taste?" I shake my head furiously, embarassed beyond belief at the idea. He dives back between my legs then travels back up my body to kiss me. I tasted myself for the first time. I was sweet, apparently quite sweet for a girl, and slightly salty. For some reason it drove my crazy but I was red-faced, blushing at what I had done. He went back down to my legs, licking me vigorously, switching between his tongue and hand. I didn't know how much more I could take. I felt like I would go insane. Luckily he stopped for a moment to kiss me.
When he pulled away I just stroked his cheeks for a bit, running over his stubble and looking into his eyes. This was happening. The person I trust so completely is tearing me apart and repairing me at the same time. I know he likes it when I am active and not passive so I brush my hair away from my neck and pull his lips down to it, showing him what I wanted. It felt so good but suddenly I feared him biting me and giving me a hickey. What if my parents saw? What would my friends say? I begged him not to give me one and he didn't. He moved his head down to the side of my right breast and started sucking there. I started moaning again but stopped when I saw him looking down thoughtfully. I realised then that he had been rougher than before.
"You didn't."
"Oh I did pet."
There on my right breast was a hickey. A small bright red mark the likes of which I had never had nor seen. It wasn't painful like I had imagined and he was clearly proud of his handy work. He went back down, lightly nipping my inner thigh and going back to making me moan and cry out. I was so sensitive though and I wanted to come but felt like I couldn't, it was almost painful. I had to ask him to stop, so he did. I pulled his head up and kissed him.
He laid back and pulled me on top of him and he kept playing with my breasts, something I discovered I loved. The things he whispered in my ear... he told me how pretty I was, how I was such a good girl. "I am so hard. God you are amazing." "You look so nice like this pet." "I love how wet you are." He whispered so much more and it all drove me insane. I was losing all thought, all of my inhibitions. I was so swept away I remember crying out how much I wanted to cum. I muttered it over and over as he said in my ear how much he wanted to see it.
It was so amazing my hand couldn't help but grip his thigh so I had something to hold onto. Then he whispered it in my ear, he told me to touch myself. Being watched... it felt incredible. I couldn't believe how erotic it was. I just wanted it to never end, for him to keep whispering all those delicious things to me, for his hands to never leave my breasts. I needed more though. I couldn't believe I asked for it but I did. "Could-"
Yes pet?" I couldn't get the words out, I felt so naughty for even thinking it.
"What do you want?"
