“Wait a second, Whit …” I gripped her hips, trying to slow her down. I didn’t want to virgin out and lose it five minutes in. I was a newbie to the whole screwing thing, after all. And this position was making it hard to hold it together.
Whitney wasn’t getting the memo. She rolled onto her back, wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her nails into my thighs. Her chest and face were flushed. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her full lips parted as she panted. Her dark red hair spilled out on the pillow, and I couldn’t stop staring at her.
At her face. At her breasts. At her creamy, flat stomach.
I felt my chest tighten, and my eyes start to burn. Crap, I couldn’t start crying in the middle of sex. That would be a level of humiliation I would never live down. I bit down on the inside of my cheek and breathed heavily through my nose.
I leaned down to kiss her, and she moaned into my mouth.
The moan did it.
I shuddered and shot my load.
Whitney’s eyes popped open. “Did you come?” she asked. It sounded like an accusation. I felt the familiar stirrings of embarrassment.
“Um, well, yeah.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Well, I didn’t. So, what are you going to do about that?”
“I, uh, well, uh …” I stuttered and stumbled over my words like an idiot.
Whitney chuckled, and I felt her laugh in every part of my body. “I love your innocence. I want you to eat my pussy, Webber.”
I felt heat climb up my neck. Whitney saying the word ‘pussy’ was both strange and a major turn on.
“Oh. Okay.” I seriously sounded like a simpleton.
I pulled my dick out of her and clumsily removed the condom, tying a sloppy knot in the end. I moved as quickly as I could, dropping it in the trashcan by the bed. Then I got on my stomach, my face between her legs. I had an idea of what I was supposed to do, but like actual sex, this was another thing I had never done before.
Should I kiss her there? Lick her? What the hell? I was becoming annoyed with myself and wishing I had been more of a dude and watched more porn.
I felt Whitney dig her fingers into my hair and push my face into her crotch. Okay then …
I started licking and sucking. She tasted incredible. After a few minutes of fumbling around with my tongue, I got the hang of it, and Whitney started writhing beneath my mouth. “Yes, like that. Oh my God, Kyle,” she screamed as I sucked on the sensitive skin.
“Use your fingers too,” she gasped, her thighs squeezing the side of my head, her fingers digging into my scalp.
I did as I was told, rubbing her with my fingers while I lapped her up.
“I’m going to come. Oh my God, I’m going to come!” she squealed, and suddenly I could taste it in my mouth.
Her legs collapsed on either side of me, and she let out what sounded like a long, contented sigh.
I sat up, resting on my knees. Whitney’s bed was a double, but at the moment, there wasn’t a lot of room for me. She was sprawled out in the middle, making no move to let me lay down beside her.
I figured this was the part where we cuddled. I really wanted to. I wanted to hold her body against mine and kiss the spot at the back of her neck that I had only recently learned drove her wild. I wanted to feel that connection I always imagined we’d feel.
I angled my body so that I spooned into her side. Whitney’s face was turned away from me, and her eyes were closed. The air conditioner was blasting from the vent above the bed, and I was starting to get cold. I could see goosebumps along Whit’s arms and belly, but she made no move to pull the blanket over us.
I tentatively put my arm over her stomach, my cock pressed against her hip. I pressed my nose into the side of her neck. Even though I had only seconds before had my dick inside her, I didn’t feel close enough. I was half hanging off the bed and wished she’d give me a few inches, but she didn’t seem in a hurry to make room.
I kissed her shoulder and felt her tense. It was subtle, but it was there all the