"Like what you see?"
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," is all he could articulate, and he spun her again, slower. "If this is practice, I like it. When do your parents get back?"
"Friday."
"We have lots of time, then."
"Umm hmmm."
She led him to the couch, sat him in the center, and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. His erection was trapped between her tummy and his. She grasped his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. "Look, Brian, I know it doesn't seem like it right this second, but I want to go slow. We're naked already because with you I feel free and safe, and with you, getting there is fun. But, I don't want to feel rushed.
"I'm on the pill, so we don't have to worry about contraception." She glanced down at his boner, which was losing some of its oomph... "Don't you worry, big guy, you're gonna be plenty busy today."
She stared into his eyes. He found himself thinking of carrying her to her bedroom. "Blair, are you +pushing me?"
"Maybe... what are you feeling?"
"I have this urge to pick you up and carry you to your bed."
"Exactly right. What are you waiting for?"
Lying on her bed, she said, "now, you +mental me." She paused a moment, and blushed, rolling over on her tummy, saying, "Are you an ass man, Brian?"
"Not exclusively, but I happened to notice that yours is quite nice."
He straddled her lower legs, and ran the tips of his nails from the inner fold at the back of her knees, up her thighs, and across her heart-shaped butt. Every fine hair on her body stood at full attention. "You have a really nice touch..." He did it again, stroking a second path.
He massaged the backs of her thighs, moving slowly, again, up to her bum. He kissed/licked/sucked on the sensitive skin behind her knees, and did the same to the crease between the tops of her thighs and the bottom of her ass.
"Mmmm, that feels really good."
He +mentalled her again, and she turned over on her back. "You're a good listener," he said.
She rolled onto her side, facing him. "Will you just hold me for a bit? We both got up so early this morning, and you've got me so relaxed... I swear I'm not just teasing you, but it's not even 9 am, and right now I'd love to cuddle."
He received a vision of toe-curling sex later in the day, and raised his eyebrows as a question. She answered with a soft nod and sleepy eyes. Then she was asleep, with her arm around his waist, her leg draped over his, and a Mona Lisa grin on her face.
Brian didn't think he would be able to doze off, but tucked into her warm embrace, with her breath gentle on his chest, he was down and out within a minute.
: : : : :
He awoke, momentarily disoriented, with an intense erection. He realized that this was more than mere morning wood, because it had two lips around it, first just around the very tip, then sliding slowly down, pulling in over half of his length, then back out to the top. Her tongue swirled maddeningly around the tip, then she began her trip down toward the base again. She repeated this several more times, then when his cock twitched, she noticed he was awake.
"Good afternoon, sleepy head," she cooed.
"Afternoon? What time is it?"
"A little after 2."
"2 in the afternoon? Damn... You been up long?"
"Five, maybe ten minutes. I've been watching you sleep. This is new for me -- I've never +pushed anyone who was asleep before, and I've never +pushed anyone for foreplay. I wanted to see if I could sweeten your dreams..."
"It seems to have worked -- is this the response you wanted?"
She giggled, and he savored the sound.
He paused, +mentalling her, and she looked back at him with wide eyes, and laid back, raising her hands over her head, arching her back in a deep, displaying stretch. If he had any doubt that she had received his +mentalling, it vanished when she cooed, "Mmmm, yes, go for it."
He raised up on one elbow, and since she had liked the backs of his nails on the backs of her thighs, ran them slowly up from her navel, through the valley between her breasts, around both of them in a figure eight, circling near her nipples but not over them, and then down to her shaved mound. He returned to her navel, and repeated the whole pattern, this time raking his nails over her nipples, causing them to reach for the sky.
He cupped her nearest tit, kissed her nip, circled it with his tongue, and then lightly tongued "I love mentalling" across it, in tiny cursive letters. She began to moan, softly. He traced a zigzag line to the other breast with his tongue, and wrote "I love being pushed" on its nip.
He began to see an image of his head between her thighs, so he started a slow, curving trail down from her breasts, lingering on her tummy for a minute, tonguing her navel as if it were a mini-pussy, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.
He lowered himself the rest of the way to her waiting slit, and lifted her knees up and apart, settling his shoulders under her thighs. He kissed first one inner thigh, then the other, homing in on her sweet sex.
He kissed the hood of her clit lightly, eliciting a moan, and lapped from the bottom of the slit to the top. He repeated her tongue massage several times, bottom to top and back, slow and sensuous. Using his thumbs, he pulled her outer lips apart, and echoed the pattern on her inner folds -- intensifying by increasing the depth rather than speeding up. He continued several more times, widening how he held her outer lips, giving his tongue access to increasing depths of her inner folds.
When his tongue returned to her clit, he circled it a couple of times, and wrote on it, in cursive, "tunnel of pleasure," amusing himself with the reference to Seven Worlds. He puckered his lips, and sucked her clit softly between them, pulling it free of the surrounding soft folds. Maintaining the suction, he began to circle it with his tongue, starting slow, and increasing the pace. "Oh my, that feels in-CRED-ible," he heard her moan. Then his mind was swamped with images of him on top of her, her arms and legs wrapped around him.
He knelt between her thighs and placed the tip of his erection between her outer lips. Being careful not to lose the connection, lowered himself over her. He began, as slowly and smoothly as he could, to press his length into her. She pulled his face onto hers, enveloping his mouth. "So that's what I taste like... mmm, never tasted myself before..."
He continued to ease into her, the slow friction electric along his length, as slowly as possible. He finally reached the hilt, and her breathing suggested that she found it as satisfying as he did. He pressed the base of his cock tightly against her, and rolled his hips in a circle. "Mmmm, I'm so full... you fit me perfectly," she mumbled. To him, she was incredibly tight and warm. Although it felt almost too good to leave, he began to pull out, as slowly as he had entered. When he reached the end of his stroke, being careful to leave only the very tip in her, he did it all over again.
She locked her lips over his, her tongue assaulting his, and he maintained the slowest stroking he could manage, until she telegraphed her eagerness to move on. He was careful only to let her increase the tempo a tiny bit per stroke. He could feel her need building, but he resisted the urge to rush.
As they began to gain momentum, she raised her thighs up along his ribs, and locked her ankles over the small of his back. He maintained their tempo, stroking her confidently, in a zone, feeling no urge to cum too soon. Her passion was building, but he was in no hurry, knowing that the longer their orgasms built, the more intense they would be.
When he felt himself reach the point of no return, he doubled the rate of his stroking. She emitted a low-pitched, continuous moan, warbling each time he bottomed out in her. He felt her pussy began to constrict over him, and that launched him over the edge. He deep-stroked her until their orgasms peaked, then he pushed in as far as he could go, and held it there.
She pressed against him, rocking her hips against his, grinding little circles against the base of his length. She squeezed him as tight as she could, with her arms, legs, and channel. She found his mouth with hers, and deep into an intense kiss, began to relax the other ways she was holding him.
"In... fucking... credible... I've... never... cum... like... that... before..." she said between gasps for air. "What did you DO to me?"
She rolled them onto their sides, and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his chin. She rolled them a little further, so now she was on top, and he was still inside her. "Oh baby, that was in-TENSE," she croaked, her voice temporarily gone. "Hold me, hold me, hold me."
He did.
When they awoke, an hour later, she was still on top, his now-limp cock still inside her. She smiled, purred "hi," and snuggled her face into his neck.
She sensed him +mentalling her, raised her head slightly, her eyes now wide, and stared into his eyes. "Really?" she whispered.
He replied, "Only one way to find out..."
