He held her hand as she moaned above him, her hips bucking, out of her control. His tongue ran tight circles around her clit, tasting the tangy sweetness of her juices. She was utterly his.
He felt her hand tighten as her body became still. He could feel the tension in her, though, and steadily flicked his tongue along the length of her wet, warm slit. Then, suddenly, silently, the tension and pressure within her was released, and she let go, her body arching up, her trim legs clamping his head, her juices flowing past his probing tongue. She gasped once, raggedly with the shudders of her body, then relaxed, collapsing onto the bed, her neck still bent back from the force of her orgasm. She released her grip on him, and tried to catch her breath.
He lapped slowly at the liquid that wet her thighs and slit, bringing small shocks of mixed pleasure and pain from her small, firm body. He kissed and licked his way back up her body, licking at the soft flesh of her side, probing her navel, encircling her rosebud nipples. She moaned softly under his care.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered this in her ear as he nibbled on her earlobe. She nodded slowly, distantly. “I love you, tell me if you need to stop.” She nodded again, and now he could see the distance in her eyes, where she was still lost in a haze of afterglow. He knelt between her legs, and slipped on the condom he had ready. He was almost scared of this, but he wanted her so badly, and he was more excited than he could remember being. It was almost a sickness, deep in his stomach. His cock was straining hard in his hand, and he ran his hand up and down, once, twice, feeling it twitch in his hand. She was smiling up at him now, and she reached up to take hold of him. Her hand felt so good, but he gently unlaced her fingers from his manhood, and kissed her hand. He didn’t want this to be too fast.
He lifted up her knees again, and slid his body down between them. His cock rested against her wet pussy now, and she closed her eyes tight. He ran his fingers over her body, but she only tensed up. She was more scared than he was. She was tiny beneath him, and he knew he would hurt her. They were high school sweethearts, but they’d waited to be lovers until she was ready. Now it was the night of her eighteenth birthday, and after she’d blown out the candles on her cake she’d whispered to him, “Tonight.”