Her lips are swollen. “Can you... I mean will you... I mean, I want you to give me my first orgasm. I promised myself I’d save myself for marriage, but I can’t deny that I want—no, I need this with you. Please?”
I pick her up, and she laughs. “Carter, put me down. I’m too heavy.”
I swat her ass with my hand and then squeeze it. “You’re not either. You’re just right,” I tell her as I lay her down on the bed. Her breasts are high, peeking out the top of her tank top, and I would give anything to suckle them, but I don’t want to push her. “Tell me what you want. Exactly, Janie. I don’t want to mess this up or for you to regret it.”
“I want you to make me feel like you did earlier, Carter. I was so close. I want to feel it again.”
“Where?” I all but grunt the word at her. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
She grabs my hand and while looking straight into my eyes and brings my hand down between her legs. She presses my fingers into the apex of her thighs. Her voice is throaty. “Here. I want you to touch me here.”
I rub her there, feeling the heat of her through her jeans. “Can I go under your clothes? I want to touch you with nothing between us.”
She nods. “I trust you.”
I take a deep breath and unbutton her jeans. I lower the zipper, and it’s the only sound in the room besides our heavy breathing. I put a hand at each side of her hip and pull her pants down to her thighs. She kicks her boots off, so I pull them all the way down and let them fall to the floor. She’s still in her white panties, and the sight of her has my cock hard and thick between my legs. I ignore it, though. This is not about me. It’s all about her.
There’s a wet patch, showing me how turned on she is right now. I want to lick and taste her, but I know one taste won’t be enough.
“I’m going to pull these down, okay?” I ask her as I put a finger on the hips of her panties.
She clears her throat and nods, but that’s not good enough. “Tell me it’s okay. Tell me you want this.”
She reaches for me, touching the hand at her right hip. “I want this, Carter. I want it with you.”
I pull her panties down and let them fall to the floor. She has a small patch of hair, and I hold in my groan when she parts her legs. Her pink pussy is glistening, even in the low light. I can smell her desire, and it surrounds me, pulling me in. I run my hands up her thighs, and she lifts her body up off the bed like an electric charge went through her. She blushes, and I smile, loving that her body is reacting like this to me.
“You need this, don’t you, baby? You don’t just want it, you need it.”
She mewls low in her throat. “Yes.”
I push her thighs apart with one hand and cover her mound with my other. Her hips buck, and I settle myself down between her legs. I stroke my finger through her wet, swollen slit. She coats my finger, and because I can’t help myself, I pull it from her folds and put it in my mouth. “Mmmm,” I groan, tasting her.
She lifts up on her elbows, watching me. “Did you—? Is that—?”
I lick my lips. “Did I just lick your cream off my finger? Yes, I did.”
She takes a shuddering breath and watches me as I stroke my thumb through her folds again. I press against her nub and watch her head fall back. I circle her clit, harder, softer and then harder again. She’s lifting her hips, pushing herself against me. When she’s close, I pull back and lick my finger again.
Her head snaps back, her eyes wide. “Why? Why’d you stop?”
“Because I wanted to taste you. I want you on my tongue.”
“You mean...” she starts and stops again.
I move closer, and I know she can feel my heavy breath on her channel. “I mean, I want to put my mouth on you. I want you to come in my mouth.”
She nods, her eyes hooded. She’s already so far gone, I’m afraid she’ll agree to anything at this point.
“Say it, Janie.”
When she doesn’t answer, I swat her hip. “Say it. I need to hear you say it out loud.”
She groans. “I want you to put your mouth on me.”
I almost dive in but stop at the last minute. “Tell me you’re not going to regret this. I won’t be able to live with myself if I hurt you.”