Page 19 of The First Taste

Using both hands to push my knees wide again, Keir starts kissing the inside of my thigh, making a clear path to my pussy. I squirm.

I know it is coming.

I’ve seen enough movies to know that he is about to eat me out. I can feel the excitement building, feel myself growing hotter and wetter every second. His nose tickles the inside of my thigh.

I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when he parts my pussy lips with two fingers, blowing delicately on the delicate flesh he finds there.

As he slowly kisses my pussy, I hold my breath and bury my fingers in his hair. When his tongue circles my clit, a moan bursts from my throat. It feels natural, so I just go for it.

He sets up a rhythm, licking and sucking, making me as hot as fire. It feels good to rock my hips against his mouth, to whisperyeswhen he hits the right spot, to throw my head back and let soft moans leave my throat.

At the beginning, I’m worried that I can’t orgasm. But he slowly drives me wild, licking and sucking, sliding his fingers into my pussy. He does it rhythmically, increasing the speed slowly but surely.

Near the end, I bury my hands in his hair, urging him on, my hips moving against his kiss and his touch.

I climax suddenly, violently. Choking, I feel the vibrations deep within my body ripple out to my breasts, my collarbone, my legs, my fingertips, my toes. He keeps going, not stopping until I pull him away.

Keir kisses his way up my body, getting to his feet. I turn my flushed face up to him, offering him my mouth.

He takes it greedily. He tastes deep and earthy and slightly acidic… I try to pinpoint what I’m sensing.

I realize with a start that I’m tasting my own unique flavor. Naughty heat flares in my cheeks.

I have a flavor of my very own. Who knew?

His hands are everywhere, sliding from my shoulders down to grab my ass, then back up to my breasts. Although I just orgasmed, already I can feel my body preparing for more.

I still want him very, very badly.

In the next second, Keir buries his face in the space between my breasts.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, looking at my breasts. My hard nipples point out, demanding attention. My whole body tingles in anticipation of his mouth on my skin.

He puts his hands on my breasts, pushing them together, licking and kissing them both. My back bows, thrusting my nipples out and pushing my head back. I feel that familiar connection in my body, between my neck and my breasts, my nipples and my pussy.

I’m used to this. I know where this leads.

I roll my hips against his, my mouth opening to release a soft moan.

“God, you are so lovely,” he whispers. He says it like a curse, but I take it as the compliment it is.

I push eagerly onward, rolling my hips again.

Keir has whatever I lack. He’s going to fill a place deep inside of me that I never even knew was there.

He groans, looking at me. “It’s not enough, sweetheart. I like seeing you like this. Naked, wet, and ready for me.”

His gaze is direct and scorching. He is a ravenous fire, threatening to burn me alive. And I am kindling, stacked and ready, welcoming his spark to my dry tinder. We are so very close to combusting.

“I’m ready. I want you, Keir.”

Taking the initiative, I pull up his shirt, exposing his abs and then his chest. He stops and tears his shirt over his head, pressing his kiss down on me like he’s drowning and I’m the only oxygen in the world.

I work at the zipper on his pants, undoing it and then sliding my hands around to his ass. I slip my hands down the strong muscles I find there, pulling him against my body again.

I cling to his shoulders with one arm, smoothing my fingers down his back to his bare ass. Now I’ve lost some of my shyness, exploring the shape of his ass boldly. It’s dense muscle, lean and smooth just like every other place on his body that I’ve touched.

Keir moves back an inch, pushing his pants down to reveal his cock. Thick and long and nothing short of glorious, his cock jumps at my touch. Curious, I feel the weight of it in my palm.