It was a warm summers night - it had just turned dark outside and a cool breeze drifted in through the window. I was laying on my bed reading a book, you had just gone to get us both drinks. There was a tank documentary on the TV playing to itself.
You strode in with our drinks - a glass of Orange Juice for me, and a glass of water for yourself. You handed me mine before walking around the bed and placing yours on the opposing side cabinet and taking your place on the bed. I curled up around you like a snake, while still retaining my ability to read - you were warm and my head nestled comfortably on your shoulder.
“Why was I watching this again?” You asked, puzzled.
“I dont know you muppet - I didn't even know you liked tanks!” I chirped.
“I don't.” You mumbled, stretching your free arm over to grab the remote.
Almost straight away your hand brushed my right breast and I gasped and dropped my book. You looked at me with a look of sheer horror and I shot back a scowl - I wasnt mad though, as I started laughing shortly after and buried my head in your chest. Tentatively you wrapped your arms around me and held me tight.
“You know I actually thought you were going to kill me just now.” You whispered into my ear.
I pulled my head back to look at you and cocked an eyebrow.
“What?” You said. “I really did!”
I giggled and placed my hands on your cheeks. Our eyes met and you smiled before putting your hands on mine.
“You are so incredibly beautiful.” You said quietly.
“And you are my handsome prince.” I whispered back.
You pulled my hands away and softly pushed me onto my back, brushing my hair behind my ears.
“That I am.” You said with a smile, before lowering your face to mine and pressing our lips together.
After what I could only describe as the most perfect, wonderful and passionate kiss I had ever experienced, your pulled away. My eyes were wide with surprise but I said nothing.
“You’ll like this part.” You said into my ear, softly. “Trust me.”
You shifted slightly and started pulling my shirt up and over my head. I flashed a smile and lay in anticipation for what was about to happen. You tossed the shirt aside and leant in to kiss me again - my lips, my cheek, my neck… your hands found their way to my hips.
“I told you you would like it.” You laughed softly.
“And I trusted you.” I whispered.
You moved your hands and started exploring my upper body with your fingertips, delicately gliding across every inch of my breasts before moving down to my stomach. I laughed quietly as you did this - your fingers were cold and rough in comparison to my soft, warm belly. You finally brought them to a halt, thumbs on the edge of my belly button, and resumed kissing my neck, slowly moving downwards. My insides were fluttering, the feeling was so unlike anything I had experienced before. Your lips crested my breast and were blocked by my bra. You sighed, and I giggled.
“Silly boy.” I mocked playfully. “Let me show you.”
“No no, I can do it.” You said.
I arched my back slightly and you slid your hands around. Deftly you unfastened the clips and pulled it free, throwing it over to join the shirt on the floor.
“Very good.” I smiled. “Now, enjoy them.”
You lowered your gaze, my breasts poised in the soft light of the room, waiting to be touched. Your hands assumed a mind of their own as they quickly set to work massaging the underside of each boob and softly tweaking my nipples. My cheeks flushed and I bit my lip, trying to contain myself. Then you started kissing again - but not just kissing; licking and nibbling too, working my breasts into a frenzy. I gasped out loud and you stopped.
“What's wrong?” You asked.
“Nothing is wrong you dunce!” I said angrily. “Why are you stopping?”
You sat upright and crossed your arms.
“I shan’t.” You said bluntly, looking at me with a serious face.
“Oh dont say that.” I pleaded, my hands on your hips. “Please?”
You grinned and shuffled further down the bed to give yourself more room, before continuing to kiss my body - all the while descending lower and lower. You kissed my midriff more delicately than anywhere else, and softly tickled my sides. You were pushing me to my limits of restraint - I started to buck my hips as you reached my pantyline.
“Are you ready to be amazed?” You said quietly, peering up at me from the foot of the bed.
“Thats assuming I haven't been amazed since the moment you took off my shirt.” I whispered, stroking the back of your head.
You stroked my sides for a little while longer before turning your gaze to my jeans. Slowly you unfastened them and tugged them - and inch or so at a time. You looked up and met my eyes about half way through this and noticed me biting my finger and grinning madly - I could feel my cheeks flush bright crimson.
With a final tug my jeans came free and they were on the floor almost instantly. This time you worked your way up, from the bottom of my left thigh to the top, kissing all the way up - and then the same with the right. I made no noise, but the tension in the room was crazy. Slowly you walked your fingers down from the top of my white knickers, carefully dancing around my vagina. You pressed down slightly, using two of your fingers, and ran them down the center. We were both taken aback by just how wet I was. You leaned in again, kissed my clit and peeled off my panties.
At first you started probing with your fingers - slowly caressing my clit and lips. I let out another short, sharp sigh and threw my head back. This was it. You started moving faster and faster, my breathing matching the tempo of your fingers. You brought your mouth closer and I felt your tongue join the frenzy - moving around my clit at first, before meeting its target. I was moaning softly, barely able to open my eyes, but somehow my hands found the back of your head and pressed it closer before clamping my thighs around it.
You switched up your strategy, clearly unable to work your fingers in such a confined space - you plunged your tongue inside of me. It wagged back and forth as your fingers carefully stroked the lips outside. With some effort you pried your head from the death grip I had locked in with my thighs and you slid back up the bed, placing your left hand beside my head and kissing me again. Just as our lips locked you pushed the fingers of your right hand back inside my wet pussy - they stroked and stroked, from every angle imaginable. I threw my arms around and held you as tightly as I could, unable to control the convulsions that were pulsing throughout my body.
“Oh my. You can't be done already.” You whispered into my ear. “I haven't even started yet.”
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