First time lick

(edited and re-published)

She watched him emerge from the shower, wearing only a towel.

He glanced at her, lying on the bed on her back, nude and exposed. As expected, his eyes followed along her curves down to her bare junction. Her hand was there, partly blocking his view, but she smiled at him when his eyes met back up with hers.

She liked his eyes on her, feasting on her. There was desire, and hope, in his eyes.

“Come here,” she said as she moved herself into a kneeling position at the foot of the bed.

He looked at her but didn’t step forward.

She waited, sensing his nervousness. She too was nervous. This was all new to her, just like it was for him.

They were new to each other, although not new to the activities.

Before the shower they had sex several times, with foreplay and orgasms, caving to the sexual tension after long-awaited anticipation. He played with her, exploring her body with his hands and tongue until finally plunging into her. They flipped around, as one does, to prolong the inevitable.

She liked him on top of her. She loved missionary despite it not being quite as fashionable anymore. It earned itself the label of vanilla sex. People were more adventurous these days, she knew. She thinks that book is responsible, the one with the red room, the bondage and the toys.

But she likes missionary usually.

Earlier, she enjoyed his weight on top of her. She liked the kissing, and watching his expression when he got close to eruption.

She liked wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer and deeper.

And she especially liked it when he pinned her down as she thrashed around in her own ecstasy.

She knew he liked that part too.

But now, he was standing in front of the bed, just beyond reach, still wearing the towel around his hips.

“Come here,” she repeated gently, extending a hand out to him. He finally took a step closer toward her.

“What are you going to do?” he asked her, stopping in front of her.

She looked up at him while re-positioning herself into a sitting position, with her legs slightly apart, dangling over the edge of the bed. Slowly she lowered herself onto her knees on the floor and took his towel off his body. Looking up at his face with a smile, she placed her hand around his shaft. He was fully erect and pointing directly at her.

“I’m going to lick you,” she said and touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his cock.

11 thoughts on “First time lick

  1. ‘ They flipped around, as one does, to prolong the inevitable.’ – great line about “the little death”. This is nice. It’s like writing music; it’s all about controlling that tension.

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