My back lifted from the sheets.
My thighs struggled to clasp around his face.
My fingers threaded deep into his hair.
I rode his face, my hips practically bucking with pleasure as the rockstar worked his magic. He started switching things up – his tongue, burrowing deep inside me as his fingers worked my lips and my throbbing clit.
It was paradise.
I felt a rising, building, mounting feeling of desire from deep down. It was like nothing I’d ever felt – a systematic, rising need that had to be fulfilled, or a struggling, forceful promise that demanded to be made.
My body was quivering with its intensity.
Pleasure was whiplashing down my spine.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him hungrily. “Please don’t stop, fuck, just keep going…”
I could sense a change in his breath.
An exhale.
No.
A chuckle.
He was grinning.
My mind was pushed to the edge of a precipice, and finally, achingly, brought to release. I felt my pleasure rocket off the edge as I was brought to a body breaking, overwhelming warmth of lustful, all-encompassing sexual gratification.
I’d never experienced anything like this.
“Was that your first orgasm?” He asked, pulling up from between my legs as they trembled. The breath had been stripped from my very lips.
“First with… Someone else…”
“Well…tonight’s going to be a night of firsts for you, isn’t it?” He smiled almost wickedly, although I could sense tenderness behind the grin.
My own large grin crossed my face as I nodded again, sinking down into the sheets. “That was amazing.”
“That was just the start,” he told me, sliding onto his back beside me. “And now it’s your turn, my little Angel.”
“My turn?”
“That’s right,” he grinned, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. Laid out beside me, he was a long, powerful specimen of masculine perfection.
Even overlooking that throbbing, massive cock between his legs, pierced to perfection.
“I don’t…I mean, I can, but I don’t know how,” I whispered, catching my breath.
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”
I nodded one last time, sliding onto his body for a deep kiss. I could feel his erection between us – and what startled me most, even more than the huge size, was how much warmth it vented.
The thing was practically piping-hot.
I almost flinched at the unexpected heat.
“It’s okay,” Trent whispered, his fingers brushing strands of hair from my face. “Just do what feels natural. I’ll help you.”
I kissed him again, tasting my fluids on his tongue, before pushing down against his awesome pecs. His skin was so tight, so defined, sculpted into perfection.
Sliding down his body, I let my hands grope, my fingertips trail, and my nails dig. I found myself wanting to learn every inch of his body.
Soon, I was kneeling between his legs in bed, each one a massive trunk that stretched outward. I lowered my face, grasping the studded cock. It was slick with wet pleasure, clearly ready for my attention.
My tongue slipped against his bulbous crown.
It was salty, yet sweet.
The head was so firm, so full of blood and eager for release. I realized how selfless Trent had been, bringing me to an orgasm first, and I wanted to repay him in kind.
My lips wrapped around his head, and I pushed down around the shaft.
His immediate groans told me what I needed to know. They encouraged me, pushed me onwards, and I began to slowly draw myself up and down his cock. It was interesting to feel his piercings against my tongue – I hadn’t really thought about catching on them, but to my satisfaction they didn’t bother me in the slightest.
At Trent’s instruction, I started teasing him, flicking my tongue along the base of his head as I stroked his cock with my hand. This got me the reaction I wanted, and he lifted his head to groan, looking down into my eyes.
I gave him the sexiest look I could muster, and he almost came right there and then.
Instead, he pulled me up from his cock, tossing me back down into the covers. Instinctively, my ankles parted, and he descended upon me in the instant.
The exhilaration threw my eyes wide open, and I was barely prepared for his lips against mine again, his tongue in my mouth. My chest was heaving; my fingers were digging into his shoulder blades.
I could only barely keep up with his unhinged pleasure, and terror gripped me as I felt the tip of his cock brush up against my lower lips.
“Are you ready?” He whispered delicately.
I nodded.
“Tell me.”
“I’m ready,” I whispered.
“Prove it,” he grinned.
“Trent…fuck me,” I pleaded.
The head began to push in, and I gasped against his grinning, confident lips.