The feeling was mutual - We were both nervous as hell, but ready to take the next step. I'd been wanting to make the first move for a while, but because this was to be my first time, I had been too worried about doing it 'right'.
Shannon was the man of my dreams, he was smart, make me laugh like no one before him, he was sexy and knew the right time to be serious; something I found rather unusual for a man of his age – He was 19, and I was 18.
We took things slow, there was a lot of kissing and heavy petting, which made me want him all the more. But still we continued slowly; after all, we were both young, so there wasn't any real need to rush things.
Lying in bed with him was the highlight of my day; I loved being wrapped in his strong, caring arms. I loved the feeling of his body pressed against mine. The heat emitted form him warmed my soul, and started a fire in me which I have never before had lit.
After a few months of us only using our hands to please one another, it became time for mouths and tongues to become involved; I'll always remember the first time Shannon went down on me. We were at his place, in bed watching a movie, when I started to feel the familiar tingling between my legs. I began to shift around in my place, growing uncomfortable with the wet spot that was rapidly increasing between my thighs.
"What's wrong?" He asked. His tone soft and soothing; it made me want him even more. I bit my bottom lip, looked down then gazed up at him, throwing my best bedroom eyes. His face lit up as if he had just won the lottery. He knew how horny I was, and with the growing bulge I could feel pushing against my leg, I could tell he was getting there too.
"Is my baby horny?" He asked, his up tone different from normal, the soft caring tone had now become rushed and deep.
"Yes." I giggled, laying back, "What are you going to do about it?" He smiled and lowered his lips to meet mine. As they touched I was instantly covered in goosebumps, his feather soft caresses sending bolts of electricity through my skin. I let out a deep moan as he moved his hand up under my shirt, rubbing my nipples through the fabric of my bra, which caused them to harden almost instantly. I pushed him off a bit, to remove my shirt and bra. He did the same, stripping down to his now tight boxer shorts. He stayed upright and ran his eyes over my body. He could see my chest heaving up and down; I was licking my lips and silently beckoning him towards me. He obeyed as he always does, and bent down to kiss me once more.
This time though the kiss was deeper, more passionate and desperate; our tongues met and danced together, my hand on the back of his hair, gripping a large tuft of it between my fingers, tugging on it ever-so lightly while we made out.
After what seemed like an eternity of innocent bliss, his hand once again made its way up my body, searching out, and finding my erect nipple. He gave it a light pinch as he put his leg over mine, slowly grinding his very erect cock against my trembling leg.
We stopped kissing as he put his head against my neck, grinding a bit harder he let out a soft moan into my ear, his hot breath filling me, claming me as it's own – Making me crave that same breath on and around my pussy. "Please...." My words were drawn out and breathless, "Go down on me." These words were like gold to him. He lifted his head up and looked me in the eye.
"Are you sure babe?" I simply nodded; I'd known for a long time that I'd wanted his head buried between my thighs, I had just been too afraid to ask.
He began his decent by kissing down my neck, along my collarbone and over my breast. He stopped to lick, kiss and bite my nipples, helping me to become even wetter, so much so that I could feel a little dribbling down along my thigh.
As his kisses reached my belly button, my body was full to the brim with the most intense lust and craving for sexual pleasure I had ever had, or will ever have. My clit was throbbing along to the beat of my heart, and Shannon was getting closer than ever to tasting what he does to me. As he made his way over my hip, my legs grew tense, and my knees locked. The adrenaline was now flowing thorough my body, making my heart skip several beats at a time. He could feel how overheated I was already getting, and looked up at me. "Baby, calm down." He told me with a smirk plastered across his face, "Let me actually get to your pussy before you cum." I blushed a crimson red. I was really embarrassed, but he just saw it as a sign of how much I wanted him.
With that, I smiled down at him, staring deep into his love-stricken eyes. I lay back down and put my left hand on the back of his head, urging him to continue on, which he did immediately.
I closed my eyes as his soft lips continued to caress my skin, his tongue making brief appearances along my body. As he worked lower and lower, kissing around – but not touching my pussy, I arched my back and let out a soft moan.
His kisses parted my legs, forcing them, although by magic to open for his pleasure. His tongue darted along my goosebump-covered thighs, down and across my knee. He looked up at me for a brief second, his face was flushed, and his eyes looked soft, yet deep with lust and craving for my body. As he pressed his lips back upon my thigh, he whispered "I love you," Into my soft flesh.
The deep breaths that I was taking, now changed into words – "I love you too," was my reply. His kisses rose back up to my panty line, and his tongue writhed out from his mouth, to touch and caress my tender skin. Each stroke of his tongue sent me closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that once his mouth was upon my wet, swollen clit, I wouldn't be able to contain myself any longer.
As if on cue, I felt his warm, rough fingers begin to rub and stroke my pussy lips. He was getting them all wet and slippery with my juices. Teasing me, wanting me to beg him for release, I wouldn't. He continued touching my wet pussy, parting its lips and rubbing my wet slit. He ran his finger all around my clit, but never touching it. I arched my back and took in sharp breaths each time he neared, but they were all in vain.
I couldn't take this constant, cruel teasing anymore and just wanted him to make me cum. I wanted to feel his tongue probe my tight, wet, warm pussy. I wanted him to slide his fingers inside me carefully and rub my g-spot. I just wanted him to want me just as bad as I wanted him. I placed my hands over the back of his hair, and before he had time to protest, I had pushed his face firmly upon my pussy. His face was now covered in my love juices, and he was trying to push himself off – I don't think he could breathe too well.
I let him go after he pinched one of my thighs rather hard, leaving a red and bruised mark upon my porcelain skin. "What are you doing?" He asked, all out of breath.
