Page 37 of Sweet Girl
“Can I touch you, Ky?”
Her responding head nod is all that I need as I glide my hand down her smooth belly, circling her belly button. She gives me the exact reaction I expect by gasping loudly. I bend my head over her waist and smile, my tongue swirling around the outtie that she has going on.
And then my attention goes to the spot between her legs. My nose is so close to that coveted space and I can already smell her arousal from here. I inhale, reminding myself to take my time, and give my cock notice that we’re not working to beat the clock tonight. You know, basketball reference.
My fingers hover at the edge of her panties and then tickle her softly over the silky material. Oh fuck. I can feel the dampness of the cotton panel and my body responds accordingly, arching into me begging for more. I practically dry hump her leg from horniness.
I stroke between her legs, a barely-there touch, but it’s enough to warrant a small moan of pleasure from Ky. In order to continue my progress, and get a better vantage point, I press my thumb against her leg, prompting her to open her legs further for me.
She’s hesitant, but widens her legs to allow me access, as my index finger returns to her center, circling around her clit now throbbing underneath my touch. The only experience I’ve had is with one girl; but I’ve fooled around enough, watched my fair share of porn, and heard many recounting of tales from my friends to know that a guy needs to start off slow with a girl. If you want her to come, you need to work up to a slow build up. Tease her mercilessly. Keep her hanging on at the edge of her seat until she can’t take any more. Make her go crazy with lust.
Seeking closer contact, I wrench the edge of her panties aside and touch her bare sex. We both groan at the contact. I tease the tip of my finger over her clit, circling lightly before sliding it down to part her lips. She mumbles something incoherently and I take that as a good sign to continue.
Kylah tilts her hips upwards, practically right into my face, and I take advantage of the position to push my middle finger inside of her, lodging it in her heat. I’m rewarded by a sensation so intense that I’m close to salivating. Her intake of breath is the sexiest thing ever, as is the way her inner muscles clamp around my finger.
Kylah’s pussy is impossibly tight. So wet. So hot. I’m about to pass out from pleasure as I move my finger in and out of her, creating a nice rhythmic momentum. I add another finger, stretching her a little as my thumb circles her clit. Her hip movements become more frenzied. More erratic as we both thrust together.
I want to use my tongue, to move in and replace my fingers with my mouth, but I don’t want to move too fast. I remember our conversation a few weeks back and her response indicated an uncertainty over that. Instead, my place kisses at her hipbone as I watch the slide and pull of my fingers in and out of her body, relishing in the slick feel of her arousal. Pulling my finger out, I coat her sex on an upstroke as her body immediately tenses and seizes up. I turn my head back up to her face as I watch her expression morph into a vision of ecstasy.
“Ohhhh...” She cries out, her hips moving fast and furiously, as I continue pumping my fingers deeper and faster. I shift upward in a fluid motion, biting down on her mouth to swallow her sounds as she comes for me.
Her body relaxes a few moments later and a sweet, contented smile forms on her mouth. Her eyes are still shut, but she opens one to see me grinning down on her.
“You are so fucking sexy when you come.” She snaps her eye closed again and turns her head away from me, but not before I get a glimpse of the rosy heat fanning across her cheeks.
I cup her chin and turn it back to me so our gazes meet. A brief shadow of doubt passes through her eyes, which has me worried. Was this a bad idea? Were we wrong to take it to this level?
Before I can blink or even voice those questions, she props herself up on her elbows, her eyes roaming down to my groin and gives my dick a thorough stare down.
Oh shit...I’ve seen that look before.
It means something really, really good is about to happen.
