Page 77 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
I moved my mouth down the valley between her breasts, leaving kisses along the way, down her belly. I grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants and panties with both hands, pulling them down to her knees in one movement. She moved her legs, getting rid of the rest of her clothes.
I went back to kissing her stomach, while I slid my hands along the inside of her thighs, gently spreading them apart. Her moans were turning me on more and more, making my cock more and more desperate to bury itself inside her every second.
But I would go slowly. I would take it slow. Camila had already tortured herself when she thought she'd had her first time without remembering any of it. Now, I not only wanted to make sure she would remember it — I wanted those memories to be the best possible.
Feeling that she was more than ready for more intimate contact, I threw my mouth onto her already wet pussy, running my tongue over it, tasting the sweet taste of her inexperience.
She moaned even louder and bucked her hips. I circled my tongue around her clit and began sucking on it. This time, the sound that escaped her lips was a stifled cry as she arched her back.
But I didn't want her to hold back. I wanted to hear her scream with pleasure.
“Don't stop, Michael... P... please... don't stop...” the last word was followed by another scream.
Hearing my name whimpered like that in her voice was like torture to me.
I stopped for a moment to lift my face and look at her. She was exactly the way I had always dreamed of seeing her: with her face flushed, her reddish hair spread across the white sheet, her eyes closed, and her mouth half open to be able to breathe better.
Thinking that I was the first man to do that to her touched my ego in a way that had never happened before.
“Please don't stop...” she begged again.
I ran my tongue over her clit again. Just once, in a teasing way.
“Is that how you like it?”
“Yes, like that. More, Michael, please...”
The way she whimpered, begging for pleasure, drove me even crazier. I went back to eating her, feeling her getting wetter and wetter. That was how I wanted her when I penetrated her.
Pulling back, I slowly inserted a finger inside her. She was so wet that the finger slid in easily. Then I tried another one. She whimpered and lifted her knees a little. I started a gentle movement with my index and middle fingers inside her, while I went back to licking and sucking her clitoris.
I sped up my movements until I felt her close to orgasm. I replaced my tongue with my thumb because I made a point of looking at her at that moment. She bit her lips hard, seeming to be struggling to contain her screams.
“Don't hold back, darling...” I asked, putting even more force into my movements. “Let me hear how much you like this.”
“Michael... I... I'm going to...” her voice became nothing but a scream of pleasure.
She arched her back and her legs clamped tightly around my hand.
I went back up and brushed away the hair that was falling across her face. Stretched out on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes were filled with pure satisfaction. I couldn't resist taking her lips with mine, finding her tongue with mine, making her taste herself.
And that was just the beginning. I stood up and took off my pants. On the table next to the bed was a pack of condoms and I picked one up, putting it on my cock. When I turned my attention back to Camila, I noticed that she was looking at me, looking slightly scared.
I hated having to make the following observation, “We can stop here if you want, Cami.”
She smiled, and I could tell she realized that this was the first time I had called her by her nickname. But she didn't say anything about it.
“Do you think you can tease me like that and not follow through, Mr. Turner?”
The way she called me made my dick hurt even more. It was already unbearable. Still, I tried one more time, “Are you really sure about that?”
“I told you I wanted to learn from you, didn't I? Why don't you come teach me?”
Oh, I would...
There was a lot I wanted to teach her.
I knelt on the bed and again slowly spread her thighs apart as I spoke.
