Page 19 of Raphael
I increase my pace, gripping myself tighter. What would she sound like, I wonder? Would she be loud or would she try to stay quiet, knowing Marco is sleeping down the hall? Would she beg me to be gentle with her first time, or would she want it rough like she claimed in the kitchen?
"Fuck, Annie," I groan, my hand moving faster now.
The sound of something at my door breaks through my haze of lust. A soft thud, then what sounds like a muffled gasp. I freeze, my cock throbbing in my hand, as my bedroom door swings open slightly.
Annie stands there, completely naked, her hand still on the doorknob. She nearly stumbles forward, catching herself at the last moment. The light from the hallway silhouettes her curves. Full breasts with hardened nipples, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, and between her thighs, the glistening evidence of her arousal.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I demand, not bothering to cover myself. It's too late for modesty. She's already seen me stroking my cock.
Her cheeks flush, but her eyes remain fixed on my erection. "I—I couldn't help myself," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I got to my room, I started touching myself, thinking about you, about what you said you wanted to do to me."
My cock jerks at her words, a fresh bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
"I was so wet," she continues, and I nearly groan at the innocence with which she says such a filthy thing. "I couldn't stop. But it wasn't enough. I wanted... I needed to see you again."
She takes a step into the room. "I came to your door to tell you, to show you how wet I was, but then I heard you... groaning. And I looked through the crack in the door and saw you touching yourself and I... I couldn't look away."
She bites her lower lip, an expression of genuine remorse crossing her face. "I'm sorry for spying. I should have knocked."
I'm barely processing her apology because my brain is stuck on the fact that she was touching herself thinking of me, that she came here to show me how wet she is, that this isn't some alcohol-induced mistake but a choice she's making stone-cold sober.
"You were touching yourself," I repeat, my voice rough with need. "Thinking about me."
She nods, and despite her boldness in coming here naked, I can see the nervousness in her eyes. She's playing at being experienced, but the virgin she confessed to being is still there beneath the surface.
Annie is the most perfect contradiction I've ever seen. The face of an angel but clearly a devil sent to destroy my sanity. And it's working. How could I possibly resist such a curvy goddess? I've never liked skinny girls. I've always preferred women with meat on their bones, something to grab, to squeeze, to hold onto while I'm pounding into them.
I get up from the bed, not bothering to hide my nakedness or my arousal. My cock juts out before me, throbbing with each step I take toward her.
"Come in," I tell her, my voice low and commanding. "Close the door and lock it."
She obeys immediately, turning to secure the lock before facing me again. Her eyes drift down to my cock, widening slightly at itssize. I'm well-endowed. I know this without false modesty, and the thought of being her first sends a fresh surge of blood to my already painfully hard erection.
"Join me on the bed," I instruct her. "Show me how you touch yourself."
If I expected hesitation, I'm surprised. Annie doesn't falter for a moment. She practically dashes to the bed, climbing onto it with an eagerness that makes my cock twitch. She settles in the center of my king-sized mattress, propping herself up on my pillows before spreading her legs wide, exposing her pink, glistening pussy to my hungry gaze.
Before I can even sit down, her hand is between her legs, fingers circling her clit. She writhes against her own touch, back arching, her half-lidded eyes locked on mine as if challenging me to look away. I couldn't if I tried.
She's an exhibitionist, this innocent virgin. She enjoys having me watch her pleasure herself, and if she wants to give me a show, I'm not about to stop her. I sit beside her on the bed, wrapping my hand around my cock again, but this time I take it slow. I want her to see everything—how my hand engulfs my thick shaft, how the skin slides up and down with each deliberate stroke, how pre-cum beads at the tip before I smear it down the length for lubrication.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, my eyes roaming over her body.
She's magnificent. Full breasts heaving with each heavy breath, beads of sweat beginning to form between them. Her nipples are hard, begging to be sucked. Her stomach has belly rolls, a gentle curve that most women would try to hide but that I find irresistibly feminine.
As I watch, she slides her fingers lower, teasing her entrance before pushing two fingers inside herself. The sight of her fucking herself on her own hand nearly undoes me. She's shameless in her pleasure, fingers pumping in and out while her thumb continues to work her clit.
"God, yes," I encourage her, matching my strokes to the rhythm of her fingers. "Fuck yourself for me, Annie. Show me how wet you are."
Suddenly, she withdraws her fingers—glistening with her arousal—and reaches for my cock with her other hand. Before I can react, she's wrapped her fingers around my shaft while bringing her wet fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with hollowed cheeks and a moan that vibrates through me.
I nearly have a heart attack. How can this inexperienced girl be so instinctively seductive? How is she teasing me like no woman has ever done before? Is she a natural at this, or has she studied, prepared, fantasized about this moment? I don't care. I can't hold back anymore, especially not with her small hand trying to stroke my massive cock.
I grab her wrist, gently but firmly, and place her hand back on her clit.
"Touch yourself here," I command, then move down the bed until I'm face-to-face with her pussy.
Up close, she's even more perfect. Pink, swollen, and so fucking wet that her juices are trickling down toward her ass. I bite my lower lip, taking a moment to appreciate the view before diving in. I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue immediately seeking out her clit.
