Page 174 of The First Taste
He grabs my hips and moves backward to the couch, sitting down. He pulls me down to sit between his legs on a tiny corner of the couch. I can feel the outline of his cock pressing against my ass cheeks.
I just keep watching the slutty blonde in the mirror. He grips my knees and parts my thighs, exposing my pussy. I shudder at that and the blonde shudders too. At the very same time, he kisses my earlobe.
“You are exquisite, beauty.” His hand slides down my torso to my mons; his free hand begins to cup one of my tits.
His clever fingers separate my pussy lips and zero in on my sensitive clit. He brushes his fingertips over it, making it throb. I moan softly and arch my back.
But I never take my eyes off of the mirror.
“Calum,” I whisper. “That feels so good.”
He seals his lips over a spot on my neck, which ratchets up my desire. He doesn’t say anything, just makes a mmm sound as his fingertips swirl around my clit.
I reach up to my breasts and put my hand over his, clenching it to my flesh. Showing him what I like in the smallest way.
He responds by gripping my flesh harder, although his fingers on my clit stay relaxed. He nips my neck a few times and uses his teeth on my earlobe.
I let out a shaky moan. Calum chuckles; I can feel the vibrations against the too-hot skin of my neck.
“Do you like that, beauty?” he whispers.
I nod, trying to keep my eyes open. I need him to move his fingers faster over my clit, to increase the pressure. Angling my pelvis, I try to press my pussy into his touch.
“Use your words, Kaia. Tell me how to please you,” he rumbles.
“I… I need you to… touch me harder and faster,” I gasp. My hips start gyrating as he leans us both back a few inches.
From this angle, the pressure of his fingers against my hot pussy is just right. He starts moving his fingers faster.
“Look at yourself,” he says. “Look at how creamy your pussy is, beauty. Look at how bad you want to come.”
As he says it, I can feel how ready my body is, feel my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I lean my head back, closing my eyes. Never in my life has anyone else made me feel this way, hot and slutty, ready for him to make me come.
I try to focus on what I’m feeling. My hips are full and heavy, my tits are on fire, my clit aches with need.
“Beg me to make you come,” he whispers against my ear. “I want to hear it.”
Fuck. I’m close now, I can feel it.
“Please…” I whisper. “Calum, please.”
“Please what?”
I push back against him, trying to angle my pelvis more. But he won’t budge. He just keeps the same tempo, his fingers damp from my juices.
“Please! Calum… make me come,” I demand.
He shifts our bodies subtly, moving his fingers fast. I come suddenly and without warning, my hips jerking, my mouth opening, a growl leaving my chest. My orgasm makes my whole body shudder. Calum just keeps moving his fingers until I reach down and place my hand over his, stopping his movement with a shaking hand.
I open my eyes and immediately kiss him. Open mouth, a little tongue, breathing hard. When I pull back, looking into his deep blue eyes, I make a small confession.
“I’ve never done that before.”
He looks a little surprised. “You’ve never done what, exactly?”
I flush. “Had someone else make me… come.”
He slides his hand along my jawline, burying it in my hair and kissing me deeply. He doesn’t say anything in response but I can feel his erection pressing against my back.
