I simply raise my arms and let him. When he pushes me on the bed, I spread my legs to accommodate him, the girth of his shoulders. When he moves down my body, I fist his sun-struck hair and arch my back.
And when he licks me right at the center of my pussy, I moan.
I moan and moan as if I’ve been electrocuted.
By his hot, scorching tongue and his hands that hold my legs open for him.
For him to eat me.
To eat the pouty lips of my pussy, and that virgin hole that’s never known anything other than my own fingers.
But now I know his tongue.
I know that his lips can suck on my flesh until I’m dying, and his tongue can circle the hole over and over until I’m screaming and writhing for him. I know that when he does all of that, he makes a sound.
A slurping sound.
A gulp as if he’s drinking something delicious.
He’s drinking me and he moves his head when he does it. He groans too as if I’m the tastiest thing he’s ever swallowed, and he follows that groan with a lash on my clit.
He taps on it with his tongue and he bites it lightly with his teeth.
The bite is what does it.
That is what makes me break. A tiny little prick of his teeth on my clit and everything tight, tight, tight inside of me unravels.
The fist that was beginning to form in my lower belly opens up and I jerk and arch, coming into his mouth. My ass comes off the bed and he grabs my cheeks and tips me up.
He tilts up my pelvis and when I open my eyes, I find him drinking at my cunt.
I find him slurping and groaning, his dirty blond head buried and bent over my core, his hands plumping up my ass.
Just when I think I’ll lose my mind even more at the erotic, hungry picture he makes, he lifts his head and I see that his jaw is covered in my cum and his eyes are bright with lust.
Licking his lips, he settles me down and I almost dissolve on the rumpled white sheets.
Especially when he climbs off the bed and begins to unbutton his jeans.
He does it all with tight, jerky movements, as if he’s at the end of his rope and he hates everything that’s keeping him away from me.
Even his jeans.
I can totally believe that. I can totally believe that he hates his jeans right now because God, the thing that they were confining was his dick.
And his dick is so. Fucking. Big.
And thick and dark-looking with a vein running on the underside of it. It curves slightly too, his shaft, at the end, the head fatter than the trunk.
Also, can I just say that it’s so pretty? Like, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything prettier than his dick and I wonder if anything this big and capable of doing real damage can look pretty.
It does to me though and I go to tell him that.
I go to tell him that the way his thing curves and the way it’s standing up straight, reaching his belly button, is so beautiful but the sound of crinkling distracts me.
He has a condom in his hands that I somehow missed, and now he’s snapping it on his length. When he’s done, he stands there, naked and gorgeous, staring at me, and my feet slide up and down his messy bed.
He looks at my hair that must be spilled all around his pillow, followed by my cheeks. He stays a beat longer on my nose, which he’s always been so curious about, before going to my parted and painted lips. Then he looks at my heaving, flushed breasts and my trembling stomach. I still have my plaid skirt around my waist and my soccer cleats on, which I didn’t realize that I hadn’t taken off.
His eyes make me restless and I squirm on his bed, wanting him close. “Arrow.”
He looks up then, and as soon as our eyes clash, I raise my arms up, calling him to me, beckoning him.
A tightness comes over his features, his body, for a second before he moves and comes to me. Into my arms and over my body, his hips settling between my thighs, his heavy cock rubbing against my lower stomach.
When his chain swings and grazes my lips, I suck it into my mouth and his eyes narrow with lust.
Pushing the metal out with my tongue,