Virginitys Caress

A moan escaped her lips as his lips found hers. Her dream was finally coming true. He leaned into her, pressing his body against hers. He had grown since she first met him many years before. Finally he was taller, bigger, stronger than her, as she always hoped, always knew he would end up. She closed he eyes and gave into the feelings spreading through her body at his touch. His lips slowly traveled lower, kissing, nibbling, and biting his way down her neck to her breasts. Finally, after the tantalizing wait and longing, everything had worked out perfectly. After tonight she would no longer be a virgin, and it would be perfect. Perfect as so much in her life had not been. She placed her hand lightly on the top of his head, caressing his head as she let her fingers roam through his dark hair. At this touch, he drove in for her breasts. First he lightly, sweetly, took her left nipple into his mouth, suckling lightly, withholding hunger and lust. His left hand moved slowly down her exposed stomach, lightly brushing the smooth skin. She shuddered in anticipation of what she knew would come next.

She grabbed his head as he bit down hard on her nipple. She whimpered lightly, a sound strangely filled with desire. After this assault on her nipple, he softened his attack, licking around the areola, covering her large globe with his saliva. He reluctantly moved to her other breast, where he continued to lick and caress her chest with his mouth. Alright, enough of this for now, she though. She lifted his head from her breasts, and met his mouth with a hungry kiss, consuming his mouth with hers. She moved her hands to his belt and it was his turn to tremble. She allowed herself a small smile at her effect on him. And then he was exposed to the air around them… air already scented with tangy smell of sex.

She lightly touched the shaft, her fingertips trailing along the underside. His breathing heightened, becoming ragged and uncontrolled. All he felt was a warm point traveling along his penis. Then he felt the moist warmth of a mouth surrounding the mushroom shaped head. She started to bob up and down on his dick, her lips pursed into a tight O. Then she stopped her movement, and sat up in the bed, taking in the sight of his exposed body. He was handsome, there was no doubt in that. But it wasn’t the beauty of him that touched her, it was the odd sweetness of the way he lay there, slightly breathless on her bed. After a moment of gazing, she smiled wickedly, and dove back in for the first finish of the night.

Her tongue found the base of his penis, and circled his shaft in a slow spiral all the way to the head, where she began to create a slight vacuum with her mouth, her tongue flicking quickly across the slit, front and center. Her tongue made a quick jump to the underbelly of the head, right at the connection of the head and the shaft. She flicked the tip of her tongue there once before he let go right in her mouth, filling it to the point that droplets spilled out the sides of her mouth.

She sat up and swallowed. As always the after taste was salty but slightly sweet as it was with him, but it was not this way with all the guys she had sucked off. She liked this about him as well. He just had this complete sweetness about him, but it seemed only she knew this… maybe it was that she was the only one he let see it.

Damn, I wish he’d let my parents see it about him every once and awhile. Then maybe they wouldn’t hate him as much, she thought. At the same time as there being a hidden sweetness to him, there was an edge to him, a danger. Same as there was this edge to her. But as the sweetness was hidden from most with him, this danger was hidden from most with her. She was as sweet and light as honey. He was just as rough and emotionally dark as night. Her and looks reflected their outward personalities. She was tall, about 5’11, well shaped, measuring 36D-32-40, her ass a round bubble. Her features were often put as classic, a roman nose, large blue green eyes that shone like gems, high cheekbones, full lips with a perfectly bowed upper lip, and a complexion of cream with naturally flushed cheeks, all topped with long, straight, silky, thick dark strawberry blonde hair, and. His looks were just as striking, with dark almost black slightly curled hair, bright blue eyes the color of Caribbean waters rimmed with a lush supply of black lashes, his skin the classic cream of the healthy young, his mouth full but not as full as her’s, but was just as perfectly shaped. His body was tall, medium built frame, about 6’3 and athletically kept. His arms were sinew and the muscles rippled with every single movement.

A few moment seconds after that thought passed through her mind he sat up, facing her. His hand came up from where it lay on the bed to gently cup her face. His eyes caught hers in one of his deep looks.

“God, you really have figured out what… what gets guys going,” he whispered.

“I’ve been studying, yes.” She whispered in reply to his similarly whispered statement. She turned away, blushing at his statement. His hand fell away from her face at this movement and found a resting spot on her breast, where is began to rub in small strokes.

To be continued...