He sat down and she pulled off his shorts and briefs for him. He carefully lifted his right leg onto the bed and then the left and slid to the middle before lying on his back with his upper body propped up on the pillows.
Before she could lie down next to him, he said, “Naked. I want you naked while your mouth is on my dick.”
She blushed furiously but her hands were already stripping off her shirt and bra. She tugged her leggings and panties off, her face a soft red in the glow of the lamp on the nightstand. He studied her pale, naked body, his cock swelling and his balls throbbing for relief.
“So beautiful,” he said. “Come here.”
She sat down next to his hip, her fingers stroking across his abdomen as she stared at his cock. When her fingers curled around his throbbing length, he groaned and arched his back a little, encouraging her to rub harder and faster.
She curved her fingers over the top, collecting some of his precum on the tip of her index finger. He made a low moan of need when she licked it away.
“It’s good.” She gave him a shy look. “I was a little worried about, um, taste. I’ve heard it can taste really bad and… oh God, I mean, you don’t taste bad, you taste good. I’ve just heard that other men can taste bad, but I wasn’t expecting you to taste bad or anything, I wasn’t saying that. I was saying -”
“Kira.” He could hear the amusement in his voice.
She closed her mouth and then said, “I sound like an idiot.”
“No, just nervous. It’s all good, sweetheart. Whatever you do will feel good, I promise.”
“Any tips?” She rubbed his cock with long, firm strokes.
“No teeth and gentle with the balls,” he said.
She giggled. “Yeah, I figured that.”
He grinned at her and traced his fingers between her small breasts. “Just remember that enthusiasm always wins over experience.”
She made another soft giggle before leaning over him and pressing a kiss above his belly button. “In that case, you’re about to have the best damn blowjob of your life.”
He would have replied, only he was suddenly and incredibly distracted by the feel of Kira’s tongue circling his navel. He threaded his hands in her silky, blonde hair, holding tightly as she traced his abs and nipped at his hipbone.
“Fuck,” he breathed when her soft fingers caressed his inner thighs. He wanted to grip her hair hard and force her mouth to his dick. Instead, he watched with growing lust as she kissed across his pubic bone and nibbled at his other hipbone.
“Honey, please,” he said when she kissed her way up his ribs. “I need your mouth.”
“Patience, Connor,” she said with a low laugh. “I want to taste all of you.”
“You’re killing me,” he moaned.
“I doubt that.” She licked his nipple and he groaned and arched into her mouth, his hands tightening in her hair.
He tugged on her hair, trying to guide her back down his body. “Kira, please, sweetheart.”
She kissed her way down his body, licking and tasting and exploring his skin as he tried not to shove her head down to his crotch.
When her mouth was finally hovering over his dick, she hesitated, and he made a low groan of need. “Honey, your mouth.”
Without speaking, she stuck her sweet, wet, perfect tongue out and licked across the head of his dick. He cried out, his hips arching up until his cock brushed across her mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and she gave him a smug little grin before sliding her hot mouth down over his cock.
He immediately smoothed her hair back from her face, holding it in a ponytail at the back of her head with one hand so he could watch as she sucked his dick. She gripped the base of his cock with one small hand and sucked at his cock like it was a lollipop, her soft tongue bathing his flesh with stroke after stroke.
“That’s so good, honey,” he praised before reaching with his other hand to toy with her right nipple. She cried out, the sound muffled around his dick and another deeper, surge of lust went through him. Had he ever seen anything as beautiful as Kira with her mouth full of his cock?
She sucked hard, dragging her mouth back and forth over his aching length as one soft hand cupped his balls. She was infinitely gentle, and he moaned encouragingly when she stroked the bottom of his cock with her other hand as she sucked.
“Good, just like that,” he said. “Keep sucking, honey.”
She lifted her head, dragged in a breath and then sucked his cock with renewed enthusiasm. She braced one hand on his left thigh and rubbed the other up and down his cock as she sucked on just the tip. His pelvis was rising and falling with the motion of her mouth and he was already close. The feel of her mouth, the way she circled her tongue around the tip every few seconds or so was driving him mad.
Before he could warn her that he was close, she lifted her head and stared at him. Her mouth was swollen and red and she licked her lips. “I want you to come in my mouth, Connor.”
“Honey, are you sure?” he moaned
“Yes,” she said and bent back over him. Her warm mouth surrounded him again and he gave in to the sensation, pumping his dick between her lips over and over as he held her head still. She made an encouraging little moan and the vibration of her lips against his cock sent him spiraling closer and closer.
“So close, honey,” he moaned. “So close. Be a good girl and swallow all of my come. Be my good girl, Kira, be my good… fuck!”
He arched his back, sliding himself deep into her mouth as he came hard. She made another muffled sound of surprise before swallowing eagerly. He gasped and moaned, pumping his hips rapidly as he came again and again. She swallowed repeatedly, only sliding her mouth from his dick when he slumped back against the bed.
She wiped her mouth and smiled at him as he gasped in air. “Okay?”
“Amazingly okay,” he said. His knee should have been killing him, he’d been twisting around on the bed at the end like a damn puppet, but the endorphins from the best orgasm of his life had effectively muted any pain from his knee.
Kira had sat up next to his hip again and she was giving him a tentative look. “So, I wasn’t terrible for my first try?”
“God, no,” he said. “It was amazing, Kira. I swear. You were incredible.”
“Thank you,” she said with an adorable smug smile. “I liked it a lot.”
“Good, I’m glad,” he said. He reached out and cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over the hard nipple. “Now it’s your turn.”
* * *
Kira gave Connor a nervous look. “What do you mean, my turn?”
He grinned at her, the dimple deepening in his cheek. “Pussy eating, little Kira. I’m going to eat your pussy.”
Embarrassment flooded through her, but beneath that embarrassment was a healthy dose of lust that was incredibly difficult to ignore.
“I – you don’t have to do that,” she said. “I didn’t give you a blowjob because I expected something in return.”
“I realize that,” he said. “I want to do this.”
“I appreciate that but with your knee, I’m not sure it’s a good idea. I don’t want to hurt you or -”
“You won’t. Sit on my face.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? No, no way, Connor.”
“It’s fine, honey,” he said. “I can’t lie on my stomach with my knee, so you need to kneel over my head and -”
“No, I am not doing that.” She started to scoot off the bed and his big hand clamped around her calf.
“Where are you going?”
“I can’t sit on your face,” she said as more embarrassment coated her entire body. “I – that’s way too, um, intimate for me and I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
She glanced at his face, positive he would be angry with her, but he simply smiled at her and nodded. “All right. That’s fine, little Kira. We’ll do it a different way.”
“We can’t,” she said. “Your knee is too sore.”
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br /> He was already sliding down to the bottom of the bed and she watched as he turned diagonal on the mattress before lying on his left side. “Hand me that pillow.”
Biting her lip, she handed him the pillow and he wedged it between his knees, resting the right brace-covered one on top of the pillow.
“There,” he said. “Now, get that sweet pussy in front of my face.”
She blushed and chewed some more at her bottom lip. “Connor, I don’t think I can.”
“You can.” He stroked her back. “You’re beautiful and sexy and I want to taste you so much, honey. I know you’re feeling shy and a little embarrassed, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your pussy is beautiful, and I can’t wait to taste it.”
He reached out and traced his fingers over her inner thighs. “Please, honey,” he coaxed. “Let me be the first to taste your pussy. It’s important to me.”
A little shiver went down her spine and the last of her embarrassment faded away. She wanted him to be the first too, she realized, wanted it very much. Without hesitating, she manoeuvred her body on the bed until she was lying on her back, her right thigh next to Connor’s head and her left leg draped over his ribs. Her pussy was directly in front of his face, but his delighted look made any embarrassment she might have felt not even appear.
“Good,” he said as he rubbed her left leg with one strong hand. “Shift a little closer, honey.”
She wiggled down a little further and moaned when she felt his warm breath on her pussy lips. He kissed her inner thigh and slid one hand under her ass to cup her cheek. “Your pussy is so pretty, little Kira. So pretty and so wet.”
She grabbed the sheets in both hands, her back arching when he licked across her lips. His tongue was warm and wet and so soft. She immediately wanted more.
“Please,” she said. “Do that again.”
She expected him to tease and torment her like he was so fond of doing. To her surprise, he bent his head immediately and licked her pussy again before using his thumb and finger to spread her pussy lips apart.
“Look at your pretty little clit,” he said.
She cried out, her hips thrusting off the bed when he licked her clit. He licked it again before brushing his lips across it in a feather light touch that made her shiver.
“Oh God,” she said, “that feels so good.”
“This will feel better,” he replied.
Her eyes widened and she made a soft scream of pleasure when he sucked on her clit. She’d never felt anything so good in her life. As his finger slid deep into her pussy, he sucked and laved at her clit with firm strokes of his tongue.
There was no teasing. He was a man determined to make her come and holy fucking hell, she was one hundred percent good with that. She reached down and slid her fingers into his hair, holding tight as she rubbed her pussy shamelessly against his face. The rough stubble on his jaw rubbed against her pussy lips, sending more shivers of delight up and down her spine. He sucked on her clit again, his finger – no fingers, he’d added another one – slid deeper into her and she clenched around that thickness, needing, wanting, more.
He didn’t seem to care that she was practically shoving her pussy into his face. In fact, the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of her increased, and he sucked even harder on her clit. The tip of his tongue flickered across it as he sucked and that was all it took.
She screamed, her back arching, her fingers digging into his scalp, and came with explosive intensity all over his face. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers, squeezing compulsively as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She rocked against his face, her left foot drumming against his back, her right foot slamming into the mattress as her orgasm went on and on, her slender body rigid and tense with the pure ecstasy.
Finally, she slumped against the bed, releasing his head and letting her legs fall open. He raised his head, his face was dripping wet, and then kissed her inner thigh before carefully lifting her leg off of him. She rolled to her side, panting harshly for air as he slid his way up the bed.
He spooned her, his big hand cupping her breast as he wiped his mouth on the sheet and then kissed her back.
“Okay?” he mimicked her from earlier.
“Can’t talk,” she croaked. “Orgasm-induced heart attack.”
He laughed and kissed her back again before resting his head on the pillow behind hers. “Should I be calling 9-1-1?”
“God no,” she gasped. “Knowing my luck, it would be my brother who showed up.”
“Good point,” he said. “I do not want to have to explain to him that your heart attack was because I ate your pussy.”
“My preference would be for you to just let me die.”
He laughed again. “Noted.”
She turned to face him, studying his eyes in the dim light. “You’re really good at that.”
“Thank you,” he said.
“Really good. I’ve never come that hard in my life. I had no idea an orgasm could be that strong. I mean, I know I don’t have any experience with it, but Gracie says that it’s actually a lot harder for a woman to come from being eaten out or touched by a guy, then most women think. She says it’s not like a romance novel where the guy just looks at a woman and she practically has an orgasm right then and there. She says most women end up faking because they’re too shy to tell their partner exactly what they want, or their partner isn’t open to watching and learning what she likes.”
She slid her arm around his waist and squeezed him briefly. “I wasn’t actually expecting to come from oral sex even though you made me come last night with your hand. I can’t believe I did. I can’t wait to tell Gracie that I…”
Her eyes widened. “I mean… not that I’m a gossip about my sexual habits. Of course, I won’t tell Gracie or anyone else about this. I know it’s private and -”
She’d never been so happy in her life when Connor stopped her babbling with a kiss.
He pulled back and grinned at her. “One – Grace is obviously not sleeping with the right guys, and two - do you always talk non-stop after an orgasm?”
“I think we established that I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.”
“You’re welcome,” he said with an adorable grin.
She returned his smile, cupping his face and staring up at him as he studied her. When he shifted a little, she glanced down at his knee. “Are you okay? Do you need to move positions?”
“Nope, I’m good.” He put his arm around her and pulled her close until her breasts were pressed against his chest and their lower bodies were touching.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to, um, cuddle or anything,” she said even though she absolutely wanted to cuddle.
He scowled a little. “Just because I’m not into PDAs doesn’t mean I don’t like to,” he paused, “cuddle, in private. I’m not completely cold.”
Yikes, she’d definitely hit a nerve.
“I know you’re not,” she said. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You’re not,” he bit out.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped.”
“It’s fine,” she said.
He took another deep breath. “I’ve been called cold and distant in the past and I’m a little sensitive about it.”
She cupped his face. “I don’t think you’re cold or distant.”
“No?” He studied her closely. “You’re not just saying that?”
She shook her head, suddenly certain that whatever she said next would be very important to him. “No, I don’t. You come across as a little…guarded sometimes, but that was mostly when I first met you. You’re not cold, Connor. I don’t even think you’re distant. And,” she gave him a teasing grin, “you’re not nearly as anti PDA as you think you are.”
A small smile played at his lips. “I think that’s a relatively new thing. Before you, I really didn’t do any PDAs.”
“Why am I d
ifferent?” She asked.
“I’m actively trying to make someone jealous for you, remember?” he said.
Stupidly, hurt flooded through her. Of course, Connor was only affectionate because he was playing a part. She shouldn’t be upset by that. It’s what she asked him to do.
So why was she hurt? Why did she wish he was affectionate because he wanted to be? Because he liked touching her and holding her?
He squeezed her waist. “Sorry, I’m not being completely honest.”
“You’re not?”
“No. I like touching you, Kira. I like it a lot.”
“I like it too,” she whispered.
He brushed her hair back from her face and pressed a kiss against her mouth. “Good.”
She wanted to have sex with him. She knew that now. She just needed to tell him.
Butterflies danced in her stomach. Should she tell him? What if he said no? What if he thought it was a ridiculous idea? He was attracted to her, that was obvious, but what if he wasn’t interested in banging a virgin? Maybe he secretly liked women with experience and she could barely kiss when she first met him.
Stop. You won’t know for sure unless you ask. If he rejects you, so what? It’s worth the risk. Take a deep breath and tell him.
She took a deep breath and told him. “I want to have sex with you, Connor.”
* * *
Connor stared wide-eyed at Kira, certain he’d misheard her. “What?”
“I want to have sex with you,” she repeated.
“Kira, you were very clear that you’re saving yourself for… someone else.”
Did he really think that if he didn’t say Daniel’s name, it would bother him less?
“I’ve changed my mind,” Kira said. “I think it’s a better idea to have as much experience as I can get. That means actual sex.”
“You want to sleep with me for the experience,” he said.
“Yes. I mean… no?” She studied him in the dim light. “Connor? Why are you upset?”
“I’m not.”
“You’re lying,” she said. “I can tell.”
“You said it was special to you,” he said.
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