Page 6 of Her First Time
Chapter5
Dakota
My fingers diginto the sheets. I swallow, and nearly choke on the lump in my throat. I need to touch him, want to touch him. I’m not sure whether to shove him off or pull him closer. The sensations are too much. I can’t breathe. He’s only just begun, I remind myself, terrified. He hasn’t touched anywhere but betweenmylegs.
Absently debating how to ask him for what I want, my mind gets distracted with what he’s doing right now to cause my stomach to tighten, even after he’s made me come. Inner muscles that I didn’t know were there before are flexing against his finger, making me curious and anxious for him to take the next step. The wetness between my legs is as though a dam broke. Flowing out in spurts, I coat his face more as he continues to taste and tease me. Oh, fuck! I am close again. Very close. Every rough centimeter of his tongue against my clit has my skin on fire. His warm breath tickles and soothes my wet skin. Raw nerves, exposed and teased are screaming at my brain, weak from the last orgasm, yet ready foranother.
I want to tell him that I’m starting to love oral. Both giving and receiving, if he’d let me try him out. I don’t want to admit that I probably wouldn’t be a virgin if he hadn’t stood me up once during my sophomore year at our high school. I doubt he even remembers asking me out, let alone missing our date. I was so embarrassed about it back then that I never bothered to askhimwhy.
Owen lifts up from between my legs. “Oh crap. I did that? Fuck, I’m so sorry. I was an assbackthen.”
Shit. I must have said it out loud. God, I hate drunkenconfessions.
I sit up to look him in the eye. “I figured that. Don’t worry, I’moverit.”
He ducks his head between my legs again, and his mouth moves against my clit. “I won’t ever let that happen again. And about that other thing, you’ll get your chance another time,” he says. “Tonight isaboutyou.”
Well, at least he knows that I want to return thefavor.
His grip moves from my hips to my ass. Owen spreads my ass cheeks, rubbing a slick finger over my asshole. My eyes roll back in my head, my jaw falls open and my neck snaps up, arching my back again. I claw my manicured nails through his hair, desperate for contact as my hips move on their own. He’s amazing at this! I’m buzzing at the way he touches me in forbidden places that create such powerful reactions that I could get lost to commonsense.
Gasping for much-needed oxygen, I accept that I’m on the verge, tipping over the edge. My toes curl in expectation. I swivel my hips, and grind against his face. Owen commands my body to come without words. I fly to my peak with that awareness. I arch and undulate as his fingers and tongue work in total concert against my skin to keep me there, while my entire body is a mass of quivering jelly. The waves of my orgasm wash across my skin like the unceasing ebb and flow of the ocean. Owen is intent on making this a memorable experience. I’m still shaking when he spreads me wide, and his tongue laps up my juices. At this point, I want to beg him to take me with his cock. He’s already made tonightspecial.
Owen’s hands slide up my sides and come to rest on my breasts. That’s where I want his mouth next, but first, I want him to kiss me. I brush my hands along his shoulders, inviting him up my body. He pauses and lifts his head to look at me. The sight of his glistening chin turns me on more than I could have predicted. Is that how I’ll look when I go down on him? I’m curious to know, but from the way he keeps telling me tonight is about me, I may have to wait tofindout.
