by DD Sparxx
“Gem, I want to do this right for you.” As much as I wanted to cum, I wanted her to cum first, maybe even more than once. I stood and carried her to her bedroom. I had seen this room when she had remodeled, but there hadn’t been a need for me to be in here since then. This would be the first room we conquered together, aside from the game room at Father’s that is. An idea began to form itself in my mind.
I set her on the edge of her king size bed and took her in once again. Her lips were swollen from our kisses and her face was flushed with arousal.
“Baz?” The lust in her eyes was unmistakable, as was the question she left unfinished.
It was like lightening had struck. What better way for me to learn what she liked than by having her show me. She had already admitted she’d made herself cum before. To watch her get herself off was definitely one of my fantasies, so this would be like killing two birds with one stone. I took a step back and sat in the wooden chair that was placed directly across from the bed in front of her vanity and kicked off my shoes.
“I want to know what you like, precious.” When she still looked puzzled, I spelled it out. “I want you to show me. I want to watch while you bring yourself to orgasm. The more I see, the better I’ll be able to duplicate it in the future.” Her eyes got large as my words sunk in.
“I don’t know if I can. I’ve never done anything like that before. Well, at least not in front of someone.” She looked back up at me, uncertainty clear on her face. But the lust was still there, so I wasn’t letting this chance pass us by. Time to make sure there were no barriers between us.
“You’ve never done almost any of the things before that we’re going to do together. There’s a first time for everything. I’ll help you in the beginning by giving you some directions. Start by unbuttoning your blouse. Let me see those gorgeous tits with those stiff nipples that have been calling to me since I walked through the front door.” Her hands hesitantly moved to the buttons and slowly undid them one by one.
“Now, take it off,” I gently commanded.
I watched as she unwrapped herself before me. Her hair framed her tits and her nipples poked through. I watched the quick intakes of her breaths as she became even more aroused.
“Is this turning you on?” I asked even though I already knew the answer. I wanted to make sure the honesty rule was being followed.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“Good. I want you to answer some questions for me before we go any further. Do you trust me?” I knew she sat before me in a vulnerable state, but that made this even more important.
“Yes,” she reaffirmed without hesitation.
“Do you think I would ever do anything to hurt you?” I continued.
“No,” she admitted.
“Do you trust me to teach you everything that you’ve told me you are interested in learning about?” I watched her face for any signs of doubt.
“Yes, absolutely.” She held my gaze as she answered.
“Good. I want to watch while you touch your breasts. I want to see how you play with them. Do you like your nipples touched lightly or with more force, such as pinching and pulling? Show me what you like, precious.” I leaned back and adjusted my hard cock in my jeans, her eyes following my motions.
I watched as Gemma’s hands slowly ascended up from her lap to her tits. She shook her hair back and her eyes drifted closed instinctively as her palms gripped her breasts. I made a mental note to work on helping her keep her eyes open, I wanted to be able to see each and every emotion as it flickered through them. I watched as she tweaked her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, pinching and pulling simultaneously. I let her continue for a bit, as I studied her motions.
“Does that feel good?” Her tits were gorgeous, and it was taking every ounce of willpower I had to remain seated in the chair and not touch her.
“Yes,” her eyes opened and found my own as she answered. “So good.” She moaned quietly and bit down on her bottom lip.
“Are you ready to move on?” She nodded in response. “Are you wet, precious?”
“Fuck, yes. I was wet before you got here. I’m drenched now.” Her bold answer surprised me.
“Good. I want you to stand up, take off your thong, and hand it to me.” I watched as she slowly rose to her feet and slid the lacy scrap of material down her legs where it landed on the floor. “Now turn around and pick it up. I want to watch from behind as you do it.”
She bit her lip again, but slowly turned around and bent forward as I had asked. I couldn’t wait to fuck her in this exact position. Her skirt flipped up as she bent and I could see her arousal as it glistened on her swollen pussy lips. She had a small landing strip, but was bare otherwise. My cock throbbed at the site of her bent over before me and when she looked over her shoulder at me it pulsed harder.
“Don’t move,” the words fell from my mouth without a second thought. The sight before me was too tempting, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and swiping a finger through her soft folds. Her hands automatically reached for the bed to brace herself and her ass tipped up in my direction. I stroked through her slickness slowly, carefully avoiding her clit. I knew she was desperate for release. Believe me, so was I. I forced myself to pull back though, my fingers still wet with her juices. She was panting with want.
“Do you like the way it feels when I touch you?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop. Please, Baz.” Her words were moaned into the side of the bed, as her ass continued to sway before me.
Control was something I was used to having, but she was testing my limits with her impassioned pleas and that luscious ass in my face. Hearing my name fall from her lips like that made me want to bury myself deep inside of that hot, pink snatch that was displayed so perfectly before me. It took everything in me to not give in to her request and remain seated. “Soon, I promise. For now, I want you to go ahead and finish handing me your panties.”
The sigh expelled from her lips was filled with sexual frustration, but she continued her descent forward to pick up her thong, she turned back around and placed it in my hand as I had requested. She wasn’t lying about being drenched. The entire thing was practically wet in my hand. I brought it to my nose and inhaled her sweet scent.
She watched in fascination.
“Now, I want you to sit back on the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide for me.” She only hesitated for a quick beat in time before following my instructions. “Lift your skirt so I can see that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before, Baz.” Her hands hesitated at the hem of her skirt, she suddenly seemed shy.
“You have nothing to be self-conscious about, precious. You’re beautiful.” She looked unconvinced, so I decided to take a different route. I stood and pulled the chair in front of her full-length mirror then sat back down with my legs closed. I patted my lap. “Come and join me.”
She quickly stood and came towards me. “Take off your skirt, then turn around and sit down facing the mirror. I want you to see what I see. A beautiful woman with a sexy body.”
This time the hesitation vanished and her skirt dropped to the floor. She stood before me in only her knee-high socks, heels and pigtails. She looked beyond hot. Her face and chest were flushed with her arousal and my cock once again strained against my jeans to get closer.
She straddled my legs and leaned her back against me. Her skin felt like satin under my hands as they slipped around her body to cup her full breasts and play with her tight nipples. I mimicked her motions from earlier and was rewarded with a long, low moan. Her eyes fluttered shut again and my gaze dropped to that perfect pink slit that I could now see displayed in the mirror.
“Touch yourself, Gem. Let those fingers slide into your soaking wet pussy and play with your swollen clit. I know your body wants to cum. Let me see how you do it, so I can do it myself later on.”
I kept up the attention on her tits and nipples as I watched her ha
nd slide across her flat stomach down to her pussy. She moaned as her fingers grazed along the edge of her clit and wet lips. Her hips began to move of their own accord, her body seeking the release she so desperately needed. I spread my legs open, so I could get a better view. Her cunt easily spread open and her fingers slid through her swollen folds mindlessly. I let her go for a while, watching as she worked herself over. Taking mental notes for later use. Her breathing was becoming rapid and her speed had picked up significantly so I knew she was close.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see how beautiful you are.” I kissed her neck as I mumbled the words. Her gorgeous blue eyes opened and looked at mine in the reflection. “Not at me, precious. I want you to look at that perfect pussy of yours. I want you to see what I see.”
Her gaze dropped lower and I spread my legs even further apart. My hands slid down to join hers and I parted her open even more. Her eyes started to close again.
“Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch yourself cum. Play with your pussy for me.”
Her hands paused, and I let mine take over for a brief minute. I wanted to play with her cunt and feel her slippery wetness all over my fingers again. Her eyes followed my hands as I glided my fingers up and down the inside of her slit. When I got to her entrance, I paused. I didn’t know if she’d ever really been penetrated by anything before, so I proceeded with caution.
As I watched, one of my fingers slowly slid inside, and I was rewarded with a quiet cry of pleasure. She was so unbelievably tight around me. I spread her wetness around then rolled my thumb over her clit in tight circles. I moved in and out and up and down in rhythm with her hips which were thrusting on their own and her throaty moans intensified. Gemma’s eyes were glued to what I was doing now. Her hips arched to meet every stroke I made.
“Are you ok?” I asked, not stopping my motions.
“Yes. No. More. I want more. I need more.” She panted, as her eyes flashed up to mine and then dropped back to my hands again.
“You do it. Show me what you want.” I pulled my finger out, but kept her spread open for me. Her hand quickly found its way there. I watched her fingers fly across her clit in tight circles and she used her other hand to fuck herself with two fingers.
“You look so fucking hot right now. You have no idea. This pussy is going to cum so fucking hard.” I kissed up and down the side of her neck. Her moans were uncontrollable now and I could tell there was no thought behind her motions anymore. Everything she did was based on pure, raw instinct. “Cum for me, let it go.”
Her back bowed off of my chest and her eyes stayed glued to her hands. “Fuck. Oh, fuck, Baz. I’m gonna cum,” she wailed.
“That’s it precious, cum hard for me.”
Her moaning grew even louder, and higher in pitch, and I watched fascinated as her body started to convulse. I could feel her pussy throbbing under my fingers as she came. Her juices had dripped to the chair between us and was clinging to her fingers. My mouth watered, and the smell of her sex was calling to me. I wanted to taste her, lap up every bit of sugary wetness that coated her fingers, thighs and cunt. When her fingers finally started to slow down I let go of her folds. I glided my own fingers through her wetness and gently stroked her clit a few more times, receiving a few more tremors and moans. When I was satisfied she was done I made eye contact in the mirror and held it as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean.
“So sweet. Just like I knew you would be.” Her tongue quickly slid out and she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. “Kiss me, taste how sweet you are on my lips.”
3
Gemma
I had watched mesmerized as Baz did the single, most-sexiest thing I had ever seen. His fingers disappeared into his mouth and came out clean, but his lips glistened with my wetness. Intrigued, I quickly turned and granted his request. His hand skimmed up to cup my jaw as our lips crashed together. He tasted sweet and tangy. I licked my flavor from his lips and he groaned gruffly as I stood partially and turned my body more fully into his, never breaking the kiss but reversing the way I was straddling him. My nipples pressed into his hard chest and my lady bits were so sensitive that I could feel him bulging through the denim that encased him.
I sucked on his bottom lip as I ground my hips down into him and his groans grew louder. I felt powerful, knowing I had this effect on him. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get enough of him and the feelings he elicited inside of me. Fire raced through my veins and I wanted to feel his skin against my own. I let my hands slip down to the front of his shirt. Slowly, one by one, I pushed each button through its hole, parting it open as I went. I yanked up on the fabric to release it from the waistband of his jeans and made quick work of the few buttons that remained.
His large hands covered mine and held them captive behind my back as he squeezed his eyes closed and exhaled a long, unsteady breath. “Easy, precious. I’m trying to show immense restraint here. You’re making it exceptionally hard for me to do that.”
“I can feel that,” I smirked suggestively as I shifted my hips even more snugly against his jeans. The position he held my hands in made my breasts jut forward. I swayed so my hardened peaks brushed back and forth over his smooth chest and his head fell back. “I don’t want you to show restraint. I want to be consumed by you, Bastian.”
“You deserve more than a quick fuck, Gem, especially your first time,” his eyes found mine again.
I leaned forward, my lips just a hairsbreadth away from his, and whispered, “Then don’t make it quick, Baz. Take all the time you want. We have all day and all night.”
“Fuck, you have no idea how bad I want to do just that.” I could see his internal battle in his chocolate gaze.
“I might have some idea.” I giggled, circling my hips over his hard on again.
“Teaching you isn’t just about obliterating your v-card. There’s so much more that should happen before that. And I want to make sure you learn how to enjoy each and every little step along the way. It’s not just sex that can make you feel.”
I swayed my breasts against his chest again, “I know that, but I can’t help the ache that I’m feeling inside.” I looked up at him from beneath my lashes and bit my lip, I figured maybe my pouting would get me what I wanted.
“What’s this ache feel like?” He smirked at me.
“Um, it feels like a hot, relentless clenching, deep inside of me. Almost like an intense need to be filled. Based on what I feel beneath me I know you’re more than equipped to fulfill my needs.” I rubbed against him some more, seeking relief.
A strangled groan arose from his lips. He released my hands and instead gripped my ponytails, tipping my head back and exposing my throat to his mouth. His scruff tickled my sensitive skin as his lips skimmed up and down. “Have you ever had anything inside of you? Aside from like whatever you use during that time of the month. Anything bigger than a finger?”
“Just fingers and that thing they use when I go for my annual exam. I’ve never actually inserted my vibrator. Ah…” I gasped, then moaned as he bit down on the side of my neck and heat flooded through me. He mumbled something against my skin that I couldn’t make out. “Hmmm?” I murmured back.
“You suffer from odaxelagnia.” He whispered into my ear.
“From what?” I pulled back to look him in the face. “What’s odax-whatever you just called it? Will I be ok?”
He chuckled before answering. “Odaxelagnia is when you get aroused from being bitten or from biting. Your responses to my bites are proof that you are definitely getting aroused from it,” he smiled his cocky smile back at me.
“In that case, I’m not one iota ashamed to say you’re right, I definitely suffer from it. Although I don’t think suffer is the word I would use to describe what I’m feeling. I want to cum again, Baz.” I whispered as my hips started to move more urgently against him. “Please. Please don’t make me wait.”
I didn’t care if I was
begging, this feeling of want was so foreign to me, yet oh-so welcome at the same time. I felt torn, part of me never wanted it to end and the other part was so on edge that I couldn’t imagine balancing here on this precipice much longer before I would lose my mind.
His strong hands found their way to my thighs as he stood lifting me off his lap in one swift movement. He set me down on the bed sideways. My head was pointing towards the wall and my legs were dangling over the side as he yanked off his shirt and dropped to his knees in front of me.
“I’ll help you, precious. Relax and let me take care of you.”
I felt his palms glide up my inner thighs and then under them as he hooked my legs over his broad shoulders. His hands shifted, lifting my ass higher off the bed and I could feel his breath on my clit as his scruff teased my already sensitive flesh.
I jumped at the first stroke of his tongue. “Relax,” he mumbled against me. The vibrations from his words made my hips surge forward instinctively.
“Oh…” I gasped as his mouth settled on my most delicate parts. “Fuck, Baz.”
4
Baz
She tasted fucking amazing. Hearing her voice crying out my name was something I’d never get tired of. I flicked my tongue over her clit in small circles, the same way I’d watched her fingers moving only a short while before. Her thighs clenched around my ears and her hips rocked back and forth as she sought out her next climax. I released her ass cheek and pushed a finger back inside of her. I synced my finger and tongue as I drove her higher and higher. She tightened even more around me, her breathing increasing as she instinctively rode my face.
“Right there,” she whispered. “Right there, right there, right there, right there,” she chanted it over and over like a prayer. What started as a whisper got louder and louder with each gasp. I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, but made sure not to stop fingering her, keeping in contact with her g-spot.
