Tenure

19. James

19

James

That took me a minute or ten to recover from.

A virgin.

Seventeen.

Shit.

I want to say I wouldn’t have been nearly so hard on her if I’d known, and maybe I wouldn’t have. But the second she stepped into my shower she sealed the deal. There’s no way she was leaving the bathroom without knowing what my cock felt like. Virgin or not.

Only now, I want to spread her out and take my time with her.

I kiss her hard, greedy for the feel of her and wanting to slip back inside and hear her moan. But I keep it together, her soft body pliant and sweet, curving beneath my hands like clay. I want to mold her in every way you can mold a body. I want to make her fucking mine.

My mouth slides down her chest between her tits, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her stomach, her muscles clenching with desire and fear as she realizes where I’m going.

“Have you done this before, baby?” I murmur against her lower belly, looking up at her. She’s staring down at me, nerves all over her face again, and I could kick myself for not realizing— it’s too late now. Focus on this.

“No,” she says, but I already know from the pie plates that are her eyeballs.

“Do you trust me?”

To my surprise, she smirks. “Not even a little.”

I nip her belly, and she yelps, hips jolting up off the bed. I run my tongue over the bite mark, and she squirms.

Oh baby, you’re gonna squirm a heluva lot more than this.

I drift between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, and feel the top blow right off the top of my head at the sight of her. Her pussy is red and swollen, and my dick starts to leak from the satisfaction of knowing I did that to her.

I mean to go slow. I mean to ease her into it, give her a minute to get used to it, but I can’t help myself. She’s drenched, and perfect, and I dive right in, pushing her legs even farther apart and trying to just keep myself from shoving my entire damn fist in her cunt. Let’s just start with licking . . .

I drag my tongue up her slit, and she lets out a strangled moan, a strange, high-pitched keening that almost has me coming on the spot. I push my tongue into her hard, desperation leaking out of my body, even though I’m trying to hold back. I want all my body parts in her. I want everything of mine that can fill up that tight pussy of hers to be in her. I want to plug every fucking hole she has until she passes out from the fucking pleasure of it.

I slip my thumb into her as my tongue swirls around her clit and her hips rocket off the bed, hands fisting in the sheets, legs writhing and shaking like she has no idea what to do with her body.

That’s it, babygirl. Fall apart.

She’s panting, and moaning, and almost sounds like she might be crying, bringing her hands up to her eyes like she’s pressing her head harder into the mattress.

“Fuck,” she cries out, and I can feel her flood my mouth, her cunt getting sweeter as the wetness pours out of her, her entire body shaking.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” she’s half-screaming, but she’s stuck on the edge, afraid to let go, always holding back . . .

In a snap decision I slide my left hand up her thigh and sink my second thumb into her soaking hole, stretching her open at the same time as I suck her entire clit into my mouth.

It does the trick. She fucking blows apart, her pussy spasming like mad, her clit pulsing in my mouth, hips rocking into me as she shoves her fist in her mouth to muffle the loudest moan I’ve ever heard a woman make.

It goes on and on, her legs shaking so violently I know she won’t be able to walk tomorrow. She’s a panting, moaning, whimpering mess. I finally release her clit and trace her spasming entrance with my tongue before I crawl on top of her. Her face is damp with sweat, and I stare down at her quivering lip, her eyes wide and stripped fucking raw.

“ Let’s try this again,” I say softly, sealing my mouth over hers as I sink back into her, and just for good measure, my hand wraps around her throat and squeezes.