Ryan’s hot breath puffed out against my wet folds, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t see his expression behind my bunched-up skirt, but I could feel the excitement in the tremble of his hands, which hummed at the same frequency as my own body.
His tongue touched lightly against my labia, and I threw my head back against the bed with a low sigh that bordered on a grunt. I tried to squirm down to push my pussy against his lips harder, but he had a firm grip on me and kept me just where he wanted me.
Licking slowly upwards with just the tip of his tongue, he traced first one side of my entrance and then the other, ending each stroke with a little flick that made me squeal and curl my toes. His tongue, his lips, his breath, his hands, everything felt so perfect on my body, my pussy. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to cum just the way he said I would.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands as Ryan slowly built up the pace of his explorations, occasionally dipping into my little honeypot, only to smear it over my clit and lap up any errant drips. They raced from clenching the covers, to squeezing my breasts, to being buried in my hair, a perfect expression of the chaos of bliss building up in my body.
My clit was humming harder with every passing moment, and every passing stroke of a tongue or caress of lips, when Ryan spread me open with his fingers on either side of my slit. It felt like that first stretch in the morning after a solid night’s sleep, so good that I barely had any brainpower left to be suitably embarrassed at this new level of vulnerability to this man I’d met so recently.
I heard Ryan’s breath catch in his throat and my eyes flew open, staring at the ceiling in fear. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d seen I was a virgin.
All the strength drained from my body and I felt deflated. For those few seconds, I wanted to close my legs to hide myself, but I couldn’t.
He couldn’t see that I was a cop, but I could see the sad truth that nobody else had wanted me before. I wasn’t any kind of prize, not the kind of girl he would really like.
“I’m sorry…” I began.
Ryan went down on me like his life depended on it, his tongue and lips moving at a furious pace. Energy surged back into me, making my legs quiver uncontrollably, and my pleasure finally found a voice, making me moan so loud that it echoed in the wide open spaces of the studio apartment.
My juices were flowing freely, but Ryan was keeping up with it all as if I tasted like the finest wine ever made. His tongue delved deep, as far as my hymen, spreading my juices over my clit and flicking from side to side so fast that it was impossible to feel the individual licks.
Something scary and beautiful was about to explode inside me. There was a constant thrum of pure sexual desire charging from my clit to my belly and every breath I took made me scream in ecstasy, my head thrashing from side to side, until my throat clamped shut and my eyes bulged for a second of calm before the storm.
Kaboom!
I shut my eyes against the burst of light and I reached between my legs, grasping at Ryan’s hair and pulling him against me as hard as I could before every muscle in my body cramped up with euphoria. From a great distance, barely audible over the booming of my own heart in my ears, I heard myself screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over again.
The pure pleasure barely contained inside me, and the rough feel of Ryan’s stubble against my inner thighs, were the only things keeping my mind attached to my body. Why would he need to sell drugs when he could make a woman feel this good?
One by one, the pleasure-cramps relaxed, leaving me shaking. I opened my eyes as I flopped back on the bed. Ryan’s superhuman tongue slowed down to the delicate teasing he’d started with, and I was forced into a full-body twitch every few strokes, as my sensitive post-orgasm labia jolted me.
Eventually, exhausted and with a sheen of sweat on my forehead, Ryan moved over me and kissed me more deeply than he had all night. I could taste the undeniable evidence of my orgasm on his tongue; he had claimed something from me that no other man had, and he wasn’t finished yet.
“I am going to fuck you until you scream my name,” he whispered into my ear, then teased me with a lick and a kiss on that magic spot he’d found earlier. “You’re such a good girl to save that perfect pink pussy for me.”
Sarina
Ryan stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a lean and chiseled torso with several tattoos that his file hadn’t noted, because he’d never been arrested and had a “stock take” done. The light was too dim to read the ones that appeared to be phrases, but the others swirled over his body hypnotically, leading the eye on a tour of his well-defined muscles.