2 comments/ 18987 views/ 1 favorites First Things First By: taelifay "Nothing I've ever dreamed about would compare to the idea of sleeping with him. So many thoughts, so many things I've dwelled upon religiously and now it's all perfect." This kept replaying in my head as we got into the cab. A while back, when I first visited his house, we fooled around a bit, and things got a little intense. Wyatt talked to his mom about us doing it, and when she finished listening, she suggested we go to a hotel to... Well, to "satisfy the natural urge to reproduce." I wanted to say fuck, but it sounds so dirty all of a sudden. She doesn't want the house to be disrespected. So Wyatt and I talked about it, and we decided a hotel would be better than doing it in his room where we could be caught. It was about noon when the cab pulled up, and he and I, along with our backpack and my purse piled into the back seat. We kept looking at each other, and reflected in our eyes we both could see just what the other wanted to do. Me, personally, I was afraid. I'd never had sex before, and I heard that it hurt. Real bad too. And even with all the playing around and intense foreplay I've done with him, I didn't want Wyatt to be afraid of hurting me. (Last night on the phone we talked about it. He knows it will hurt a bit, and I know he's going to be afraid of doing something wrong, since he's never either.) After a few minutes, I couldn't contain myself. We'd been kissing, and I was just a little hot and bothered. Slyly, I slid my hand across his thigh and briskly wrapped it around his cock. It was already firm, and I could feel it pulsing underneath the thick material of his khaki pants. I whispered, "If I do anything, do you think you'll be able to stand up?" Nipping his ear, I giggles softly and began stroking him slowly. He reached his hand down and laid it on top of mine, grabbing it fiercely and began to move it faster back and forth. I looked up at him smiling, my lower lip playfully being bitten as if asking for more. He moved his hand closer to the heat emanating from my loins and whispered, "Damn baby, you're blazing!" I just smiled my seductive smile and turned to face him, one leg bent onto the seat. Leaning in close for another long kiss, I moved his hand so instead of just resting, it was touching. I placed it so gently deeper between my legs, and when I did I saw his eyes go wide. Quickly, I bit his lip and tugged, and then slid my tongue deep into his mouth, hoping to have a little play. Skillfully he reversed it, my own mouth now filled with his warm tongue. (He looked dazed, and after a few seconds, I could almost tell what he was thinking. Our very first date no doubt, back when things weren't as difficult as deciding what position to be in. Because well, let's be serious now, it was the first time he had ever touched any form of the female sex. The first chance he got though, was my doing. How can I let him just look and not touch? So, why yes, I purposely place his hands on the glorious orbs God had provided me with. His eyes were closed, but I could tell by the smile on his face that he knew what he was touching. The second time, though, was all his fault. Just by a simple look, I unzipped my jeans and guided his hand deeper and deeper til the sigh he let go told me he could feel the wetness. The very first he did this, though, he was afraid he was doing it wrong, but the only thing that kept him continuing was the look he saw in my eyes that told him I wanted it.) He snapped back to after I pulled away from the kiss, asking him with my eyes, "What's wrong?" He shook his head slowly, the simple gesture telling me nothing was and we both smiled as we caught the driven smirking at us in the rear view. (Sadly I think he was watching us more than he was the road, but who's to say, and quite frankly, who's to care?) He leaned back in for another slow, lust filled kiss. Craftily, I moved his free hand to my left breast, and I know by his grin that he could feel the ever hardening peaks through the sheer material of my bra. Kissing once more, we looked up and saw that we were but one stop light away from our destination. Looking at him, a mere few seconds from rapture, my smile widened as I heard him say, "More to come Gracey, emphasis on cum." The cabby flipped on his blinker, and after a quick look at Wyatt's slight issue, we gathered our things and started counting cash for the fee. When we pulled to a stop in front of the hotel, Wyatt handed him the money, stepped out of the cab, and with one hand jerkily tugging his shirt down, he walked to the other side and opened my door (in more ways than one). He tugged our bags off the seat, and while donning the backpack, we heard the driver say, "You crazy kids have fun now!" Wyatt looked back at him haughtily, and nodded his head as if telling the driver, "Hell yeah we will, what's it to you?" I shut the car door, and Wyatt was already halfway to the Lobby before the cabby drove away. "My purse Wyatt!" I yelled, only to get a response of him swinging it around to show he had it. We walked into the lobby hand in hand, and nonchalantly started to check in, as if nothing transpired in the cab. My face was quite flushed, and I quickly thought to say that it was hot out, if anyone were to ask. No one did, but I could tell by the receptionists face that she was curious. "Room 170," she said, handing us our room keys. "Up the stairs, through the breezeway and to the left. Have a good stay!" Wyatt grabbed my hand, and started tugging me towards our room. "Anxious much?" I say. "No... the backpack is just heavy, I "Yeah, because that bag is SO heavy you want to just get naked and fuck!" I replied. "Yeah, so?" How coy can he get?! We opened the hotel room and plopped our bags on the floor. I began to kick off my shoes, and I heard, "What do you think you're doing baby?" He walked slowly over to me, looked into my eyes, and got real close. I could feel myself aching for him. A feeling I had never felt, yet it seemed so familiar. I gazed into his eyes, and began to slip the straps of my tank top off. His hand caught mine and moved it down his waist til I felt what he was trying to show me. Smiling, I left my shirt alone and unbuckled his pants, my hands sliding firmly over each newly exposed inch, until his pants were around his ankles. Looking up at him, and then back down at his engorged member which was nearly forcing its way out of his boxers, I began to slip them off and down, kissing his waist, his pelvic bones, his thighs... And when he was exposed, I sighed loudly as I grasped his full length in my hands. "So warm, Wyatt," with a devilish grin. "Can I?" He never got a chance to answer, because before he knew it my mouth was on him. The idea of giving him a blow job for the first time was exciting. I looked at his dick, pondering what to do. Gazing up for a second, I began to play my tongue over the smooth head, tasting what my brain could only call pre-cum after all the foreplay in the cab. The taste was exquisite, and it made me want more. Much more. After carefully studying his balls, I sucked one into my mouth, scraping my tongue over the slick sphere. Wyatt suddenly hissed, and I took that as a good thing as I released him. I began to run my nose up and down his cock following the swollen veins. I could feel his blood rushing beneath, and it was more than I could take. Slowly, I drew his entire length into the wet cavern I call my mouth, cautious only for my teeth and hurting him. My hands entwined in his lush, black pubic hair, I allowed him to buck his hips a bit, getting himself deeper and deeper. Hearing him moan, I sucked him deep and hard, his cock probing the confines of my throat. "Gracey, please, can we try it? This isn't fair." A laugh escaped me, mumbled by the thickness crowding my throat. I stood up, his hands already roaming my body, his eyes curious as to what was under my clothes. Hungrily his mouth found mine, and the passionate kiss had me lost, dizzy, and confused. His tongue began a losing battle with mine and before I knew it he was holding my head hard in his hand and sliding his tongue deeper and deeper.He slowly slid my tank top over my head, and with a little instruction, my bra came soon after. Gazing at my breasts, and breasts, for the first time, his eyes went wide. He looked as if he had no clue what to do, even after all the porn he watched. Blowing kisses over my shoulders, he let his tongue trail down and over my collar bone, only to rest on a very firm nipple. Gazing up at me, he briskly sucked my breast into his mouth. Playing his tongue over it in short strokes, I was in ecstasy. Moving away, his hands fell to my waist, pulling me close in a swift motion. My breasts were resting on his chest, and I could feel my nipples get harder with every warm, passionate touch. His hand trailed to the buttons on my jeans, fumbling with them, his hands too numb with excitement to know what he was doing. I moved them away a bit, and unbuttoned them myself, but it was his hands slipping them off my curves and onto the floor. Tugging his shirt over his head, I placed my palms on his chest as he drew me into a hug. While kissing his shoulders, I swiftly moved us to the bed, laying down first, and slowing pulling him down next to me. His arms encircled my waist, pulling me near enough to feel his heart beating fast in his chest. Rolling on top, I guided my legs around his body, resting them on his spine. His hands dexterously encircled my breasts almost kneading them flat against my chest, I moaned with pure pleasure. My eyes were nearly begging for him to enter me, to fill me up with all his glory. Reaching down, I carefully placed his throbbing manhood in position, his entrance to me only seconds away, my body wracked with shudders of fear and excitement. I closed my eyes, as if doing that would prepare me for what was next. His hips moved closer, penetrating me slowly. Inch by inch he slid deeper until he himself felt the barrier that kept me virgin. Looking down at me, I nodded, unsure of if I really wanted to do this. I nodded though and he carefully pressed harder into me. I could tell be the shock on his face that he felt my wall break down, and the extreme pinch I felt finally opened the gate to his arrival. Screaming in pain, he suddenly stopped, afraid. I leaned up and bit his shoulder to prevent myself from being any louder. "Are... Are you okay?" He said breathily, not used to activates of this nature. "Y-y-yes. D-don't stop. It just... S-s-surprised me." The pain that flooded me was now replaced with sheer lust. Never in all my years had I felt something like this. So much pain so quickly gone, and so much pleasure to take it's place. He filled me up with himself, every tender, slow thrust beaconing me to believe I was okay. "Please, Wyatt. Faster? I'm alright now..." "Grace? Do you want to, you know, get on top? It may feel better." Nodding, I felt him quicken his pace, wanting just a few more seconds of the warmth. Slowly, he slid out, and while looking at me, assuring himself I really WAS okay, he moved off of me, and guided my body on top of his. Cautiously I looked at him, my eyes telling him, "Please, no more hurt." He smiled then, the sweetest smile I had ever seen, and I knew it was going to be okay. Straddling his waist. I fumbled with him, but finally found home. His hands lifted, and they rested on my breasts. His fingers splayed, and the hard peaks there were protruding from between his fingers. He closed his hands, and what I thought would hurt felt so amazing. Between his knuckles were pinching my nipples slightly, and I began to rock back and forth. His hands shied then from my breasts and found my hips. Holding them firmly, he started to push and pull them along his pelvis. Finding a rhythm, I followed suit, and with each long, hard movement, more and more could I feel something insatiable begin to form deep inside me. Continuing, my moans increasing in volume and decreasing in length, I felt myself begin to hyperventilate. "Wyatt, oh my god. Wyatt!" Screaming, near bloody murder it must have sounded like to those who heard, I felt the most unimaginable thing. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and with it, came an intense want. And bubbling from deep inside, the scream led to a fulfilling, creative way to defeat that want. Moaning from the nerve-tingling expense, I fell forward, my brow slick with sweat. Resting my cheek on his chest, he himself began to gyrate against me, moving his hips up and down, he himself wanting the release. Sighing into my ear, he said one sentence, and one only, before he himself felt the tightening and then releasing of that glorious, delicious fluid. "Gracey, this is... This is just... So much better than what I thought I'd be doing for the rest of my life." He let go, it flowing inside me, filling up all the spaces he hadn't and couldn't. Holding my hips against him as he came, each precious drop penetrating the unseen fortress of virginity. A soft groan escaped his lips as he finished. And tugging my closer, all he could say was, "Dude. Just... Dude." Kisses peppered my face and neck and shoulders, and I could feel the sweat that was on his face. He helped my pleasure-numb body move off of him, and when I curled up on the bed next to him I could see what we had done. The sheets below where we had lain with each other were covered in sweat, but not only that. A small stain, no bigger than the size of my palm, was of blood. Instantly, Wyatt got up to grab a hotel towel. Looking at him curiously, he began to pat me dry, removing the blood and from my nethers, along with the cum that had dripped out. The shift of my body proved no more pain, but a glorious sensation created by the warm fluids flowing out of the valley he will now always call home. Curling next to each other, warm against warm, skin against skin, wet against wet. Cuddling, and slowly regaining our breath, pillow talk began. The red stain on my sheets is now no more than a old brown spot, but even washing them couldn't remove all the pleasure they helped create. First Things First Your sleep was pretty rough: not sure if that is typical, but it made me want to pull you to my breast and rest your head there. I'd like to stroke you face with my fingertips, gently touching each and every inch of skin. I'd like to kiss your eyelids, and butterfly kiss you with my eyelashes. Maybe you'd be dozing, waking as some things felt better than others. Maybe you'd just be resting, needing to gather strength for your god like assignments in life, or for more play with me. I'd stroke out all the tension in your forehead, pressing purposefully, but not too hard. I'd like to pet your hair softly and feel the coarseness between my fingers. I'd like to let my fingers slide down your throat thinking about how that is where your moans originate. Maybe you would start to moan a little, kind of like a purr. You'd start to whisper my names out hoarsely. This would make me smile, and laugh softly. I'd massage your neck and shoulders, taking away all tension from you holding up the world like Atlas himself. I'd like to dig deep into those knots that are holding all your tension, helping them unwind, and you to unwind as well. Soon your thoughts would unwind, and you could let your body go, your mind go, and your desires go. Then I'd let my hands glide down your back, scratching lightly with my nails. I know how ticklish you can be, and yet you'd enjoy this. I'd tickle my fingers down your chest, twirling them around, finding your nipples, and gently tugging on them. I'd start to roll first one and then the other between my curious fingertips, soon making them hard and aching. You'd start to moan and in a whisper ask for me to suck them, but I wouldn't just yet. After all, when I start sucking on you, I want to have full range of your body. I'd return to your hair, your face, your ears. Maybe I'd start to massage your ears as well, rubbing out the acupressure points on them, healing your body from inside out. You would be relaxed, yet ready to pounce. You'd feel light and heavy all at once. Still you would be resting your head on my breast, letting me smell you, breathing your hot breath onto my nipples. Soon you'd turn your head and start to suckle from my breast. At first you'd be gentle and sleepy, playing with my areola with your tongue. Then you would become more insistent, pulling my hardening nipple into your mouth. Finally you'd start to suck and bite, making me squirm with pleasure. But I wouldn't yet want you to move away from my breast, my heart, my center. You'd turn your head and start to play with my other hardening nipple, not wanting one part of me to be more spoiled than the other. Now my pussy would be juicing up, getting ready for your tongue. I'd let you suckle me while I slipped my hand down between my legs. I'd start to stroke myself softly at first, just pushing on the outside, on my mound. But soon, with all that sucking, I couldn't resist, and I'd have to start to slide my fingers back and forth over my slit. The juices would really be flowing now, and I'd be getting wetter by the minute, making a puddle right between my legs. I'd slip first one finger and then two and finally three into my dripping cunt. While you suckled from first one breast then the other, I'd start thinking about you filling me up. You'd reach down and move my hand in and out of my cunt, controlling the stroking and the timing. Then you'd move my hand away and I'd bring it to your lips where you could suck each finger that had plunged into my sweet wet hole like a little cock. You'd start to stroke me with your hand, starting to let me know what you'll be doing soon. You'd start to stretch my hole, getting me ready for that huge delicious cock of yours to stretch and pierce me. Still you'd have your head on my breast, your face resting softly against me, your skin soft and smooth on my tit. The feeling would be so languid, like moving slowly through water. You'd get more insistent in your moves, but still unhurried. After all, we have all night, maybe even all weekend. Slowly you'd start to lick your way down my belly and toward my dripping hole. I'd be sitting up, touching your hair, your neck, your back as you slipped closer and closer to my waiting cunt. You'd start to nuzzle your face between my legs, gently moving them apart. I'd be wide open, exposed, wet, and swollen, but you would be in no hurry to arrive. Not that you wouldn't want to taste me: quite the contrary. You'd just be stretching out the waiting, the wanting, the desiring. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I'd order you to lick me, to eat me, to devour me. You'd start hesitantly, then quickly become insistent. You'd slip your tongue across my slit, then start to press in, parting first my outer lips. Then you'd suck my inner lips, before plunging your tongue into my hole like a hard cock. You'd start to fuck me in and out with that long hard tongue of yours, juices dripping out onto your hungry tongue, my legs widening, trying to get your tongue as deeply into me as possible. You'd slow down the tongue fucking, lapping at my sweet cum, then bring your lips to my bud of a clit. You'd press your lips around my clit, sucking it like a little dick, chewing it almost, mashing your mouth onto my little phallus. I'd be moaning and squirming like mad, but you'd have your hands pinning my hips, not letting me get away from you. I could buck and fuck your mouth, your face, but you wouldn't let me get away, or stop the pleasuring. I'd be so sensitive, and yet I'd want more. My pleasure would be reaching deep into my loins, making me cum and cum, squirting sweet honey onto your tongue, into your mouth, filling you with the taste of me. I'd be so pleased with your efforts that I would want to reward you. Of course you'd let me choose just what I'd like to do and how. I'd first want to stroke your engorged cock, cum dripping out of the tip. I'd slip my fingertips over the little slit in your head, catching the droplets of your jism. I'd bring me fingers to my lips and first just smell the salty heat of you. Then I'd slide my fingertips into my mouth, tasting your delicious precum, wanting more on my tongue. I'd start to suck my fingers like I was going to suck your cock: slow and sure and hungrily. This would make me impatient, and I'd move down to your cock with my starving mouth, sucking you in all the way to the hilt. I'd feel you almost choking me with cock, with manliness, with meat, with delicious dick. The cum would be trickling out of your slit, and down my waiting throat. I'd deep throat you wanting to feel you in my mouth so deeply that you would almost be reaching my cunt from the other end, or maybe as if you were going to come out my ass. I'd start moaning the more you fucked my mouth, feeling almost like cumming again, like you would be fucking my cunt. You'd start bucking, really jamming your cock all the way into my hungry mouth, into my waiting throat, forcefully, violently fucking me. I'd want to taste you so badly, but I wouldn't want the fucking to stop. I'd be feeling your fucking in my cunt, like you were in my hole stretching me when you'd really just be in my mouth. I'd start cumming then, juices dripping out, your hands reaching for me, your fingers wanting to fill me, keep me stretched and ready. And finally, like a volcano, an avalanche, an earthquake, you'd start to shake from the very root of your cock, from your insides out, from the deepest regions of your prostate, and your fantastic divine delicious cum would flood my mouth and my throat, spilling out over my lips, seeming like gallons of jism, of you, of your essence. And then we'd kiss, deeply, passionately, passing our juices back and forth, you tasting that salty jism of yours, me tasting that sweet honey of mine. And soon it would all be a new flavor, our flavor, our cum, making us each hungry for more, each aching to deliver more into the others' mouth and hands and holes. But we'd need rest, time to build up energy again, and so you'd return to my breast, your wicked smiling face resting next to my heart, getting ready for the next round, promising to do to my cunt with your cock what you just did with your tongue and mouth, and me promising to do to your hard and glorious dick with my tight aching cunt what I just did with my mouth. And maybe we would doze a little, wondering if it were all a dream, and waking to find out, no, not at all: this is glorious real life. First Things First This is a part of a bigger project I am working on. ***** I somehow managed to get the key out to my apartment and get it unlocked with Bryce kissing my neck from behind and his hands running up and down my body. We stumbled through the door and I told him to have a seat in the living room and that I'd be right back. I was going to get us some wine and maybe give my hormones a chance to settle. I swiftly walked into the kitchen and as I was opening up the cabinet where I kept the wine glasses I felt hands wrap around my waist and Bryce's breath on my ear as he told me not to move. I froze in place, felt myself get more turned on from the forceful nature of his actions and the feel of his strong arms around me, not to mention the feel of his hard body against mine. His mouth went back to work on my neck and his hands started climbing up my shirt, all of the earlier tentativeness gone from him. He was taking control of me and of my body and I fucking loved it. "Put your arms up, Emily," he said and I did. He worked my shirt up and over my head. "Leave them up! Rest them on the cabinet door," he said when I started to move them down. I immediately moved them back up and put my palms on the cabinet door. "Good girl," he said, his words sending more gushing wetness to my pussy. He reached up and unhooked my bra, letting free my breasts. His hands cupped each one and started massaging them softly with his hands. His mouth kept sucking on my neck as he took each of my nipples into his hands and rolled them in his fingers. "Oh my god Bryce that feels so good," I said in a low moan and he responded by pulling on my nipples harder and biting down on my neck gently. "Is your pussy wet Emily?" He asked, still driving me to the brink of insanity with his fingers on my rock hard nipples, twisting them and using his fingertips lightly on the ultra sensitive tips. "Mmmhmm..." I said feeling myself building up to an orgasm and wanting to ride it out. "Do you want to cum Emily?" He asked, moving his fingers faster. I nodded. "No! Tell me!" He said, stopping his hands as he waited for my response "Pleeeeeaaasse don't stop. Yes I really want to cum Bryce, please..." I begged, desperately needing his hands back on my body. He rewarded me by putting one hand back on my left nipple and the other at the base of my skirt. He roughly hiked it up and started running his fingers along the hem of my thong. "Are you going to suck my cock if I let you cum?" He whispered authoritatively as his fingers crept under my thong into my wet pussy. "Fuck your pussy is so wet! He said, finding my clit and rubbing it before I could answer. "Yes Bryce, I'll do whatever you want! Just please don't stop it feels so good..." I replied, barely able to formulate sentences as he worked my clit and continued playing with my nipple. "Oh yes Emily you're such a good girl, spread your legs for me," he requested and I obliged. He pulled down my thong down and worked his fingers to my opening, sliding two fingers inside me. "Oh fuck oh fuck Bryce! Yes oh my god..." I cried out as he began to finger fuck my pussy, bringing his other hand down to massage my clit. His mouth returned to my neck, his tongue moving back and forth quickly, his lips sucking in and taking me higher and higher. "You're gonna make me cum so hard Bryce, don't stop! I'm gonna cum all over your hand oh fuck Bryce!" I was lost, at his complete mercy, and on the brink of a mind blowing orgasm. "Yes Emily, yes baby, cum for me, you know you want to suck my cock!" His words in my ear just before his tongue came to lick my earlobe was all it took. My body started shaking and I pushed harder into the cabinet for stability as the orgasm overtook me. He kept moving his hands as I came and my pelvis thrusted out, almost hitting the counter as the aftershocks kept me cumming and pulsating my ass against him. I could feel his hard dick through his pants. When I was done, he pulled his fingers from me,shoved them into my mouth and I sucked on them as he turned me around to face him. "You're so sexy Emily!" He said as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and pushed me to my knees. "I can't wait till your lips are on my cock!" I looked up at him as he hastily removed his belt and unbuttoned his tight jeans. He looked so hot and I wanted him so badly. He slid his pants and underwear off his legs and came closer to me. I reached out with my hand to stroke his cock. "Nope. Hands down, Emily," he told me and I dropped them, loving how he kept saying my name and how demanding he was being. He moved his cock closer to my face and slid it into my willing, hungry mouth. I sucked in as he fed it to me, using my tongue around the head and already tasting the precum leaking out. "Fuck Emily you make my cock so hard! I'm gonna fuck your face like a slut until I cum in your mouth!" His words were hitting all the right spots in my head and I opened my mouth a little more so he could slide in further. He held onto the back of my head as he started moving faster in and out of my mouth, his hands gripping my hair hard. I moaned around his cock as he gave it to me, his cock diving into my throat and stopping, his breath sucking in as he held my head in place. My eyes were watering and I was choking a little but I fought my gag reflex as he slowly eased further down my throat. "Yes, thats it, let me in, you're doing great Emily, fuck that feels so good!" He told me as our eyes met. He held out just a second longer then really started to assault my face with his cock. He fucked in and out of my mouth, sliding in and out of my throat repeatedly as he yanked and pulled on my hair until he was cumming down my throat and calling out my name as he did. I swallowed all he gave me as he released my head and pushed it back onto the cabinet door depositing his cum into my mouth several more times. I was captivated watching his face as he came, sweat beading on his forehead, his lips pursed in exertion and his eyes locked on mine. So fucking sexy. When he could stand again without the support of the counter, he pulled back and I reluctantly let him slide out of my mouth. "Was that ok?" I asked, wanting to make sure he was satisfied as I wiped my face with the back of my hand. "Are you kidding? That was fabulous Emily!" He said with a smile as he pulled me to my feet and towards him for a kiss. I liked that he wasn't afraid to kiss me after that. Made me like him even more, if that was even possible. "Would you like to see the rest of my place? I asked him when we parted. "I really want to lick your pussy, so maybe the bedroom first?" He said and I wasn't about to argue so I took him by the hand and led him to my bed. ***** Once we were in my bedroom, Bryce pushed me back onto my bed and started kissing me passionately, stopping only to remove his shirt before coming back and lying on top of me, meeting my mouth with his own. Kissing him felt amazing, like we should always be doing this. We seemed to be so in sync, so together in the moment, his hands were in my hair, my hands were on his naked back, rubbing up and down gently as we kissed. I lowered them down so I could graze the top of his ass, grappling for as much of it as I could. It felt so wonderful so it be with him, so illogically natural, but I wasn't about to analyze it now, just enjoy the magical moment we were in right now. His body felt so strong and smooth, so good next to mine and I whimpered softly when he pulled his mouth away from mine. "I want to kiss you everywhere, Emily," he whispered as he moved his mouth down my body, sucking gently on my neck and running his tongue up and down then side to side. I gasped and closed my eyes, not remembering a time when I had been so turned on by someone. His tongue moved lower as one hand grabbed my left breast and squeezed it gently. His tongue reached the nipple of my right breast and circled around it lightly, sending chills up my spine and causing a low moan to escape my lips. He reacted by sucking harder with his lips and pinching the nipple in his fingers just enough to hurt but still feel so good. "Fuck..." I said "that feels so good, Bryce." He moved his fingers from my breast to my lips, and parted them, two fingers sliding into my mouth as he kept sucking on my nipples. I wantonly devoured his fingers, sucking them slowly, savoring them and treating them as though they were his cock. As he moved his mouth from my nipple to my belly, he withdrew his fingers and ran them down my neck, the wetness from my mouth trailing down to reach my nipple. His damp finger grasped at it as his mouth licked the top of my shaved pussy lips. He spread my lips apart and ran his tongue the length of my wet pussy, using one finger to follow his tongue. He tightly squeezed my nipple and pulled upward, hard and I moaned louder, lifting my hips up off the bed. He pushed them back down and located my clit with his tongue, circling around it as he kept pulling on my nipple. The combination of the sensation of his warm breath on my pussy, his tongue on my clit, mixed with the pull and pressure of the hand on my breast was making me insane. He started grasping and releasing my nipple, rubbing the tip each time he pulled up. My neck was arched back and I was moaning and trying to adjust my body to maximize the pleasure he was giving me. He started moving his tongue very fast across my clit and rubbing my nippled with his thumb while still twisting it. I cried out and felt so close to cumming. He slowed down his tongue and released my nipple, started ever so gently rubbing it at the same speed his tongue was working my clit and the maddening feeling sent white lights to the front of my eyes and the strongest wave of pleasure I had ever felt hit my mind and body simultaneously. The release started and my hips thrust hard upward, my toes contracting inward as the pleasure washed over my entire body, heating me up and making cry out unintelligibly, moaning how good I felt, emitting long wails of bliss out as I came. Every time I reached the peak and started to travel down it, he would move his hands and tongue ever so slowly again and I'd rise back up, an aftershock rocking my body with pleasure. He continued this until I was spent, then pulled his mouth back. He wiped his face with his hand and looked at me, I was a puddle of desire and happiness. "I want your cock in me Bryce," I said, our eyes meeting in mutual desire. As good as he just made me feel, I wanted us to become one, to feel his hard long cock in my wet pussy. "What do you want me to do with it, Emily?" He said, bringing his cock to just my entrance and pushing just slightly enough to make me cry out. "I want you to fuck me, Bryce," I said, again meeting his eyes and pleading for him to push it in further. "Are you sure?" He asked, pushing in just a little bit more and moving in and out slowly. "Y-y-y-y-es Bryce, please fuck my pussy....please!" I begged as he hesitated, still moving his hard cock excruciatingly slowly in and out. My muscles tried to pull him in further and he finally rewarded me by sliding his cock deep into my pussy. When it hit my g-spot we both gasped and he started pounding my pussy. I loved feeling him drive his cock in and out of me with his body so close to mine. He brought a hand down to my nipple and his mouth to mine, hungrily kissing me, our tongues dancing as he fucked me. My tight pussy was gripping him as he moved in and out and we were both moaning into each others mouths, kissing feverishly, my hands on his back, pulling him closer to me. The entire experience was overwhelmingly hot and soon I felt my pussy clench up and his cock grow larger and then we were cumming, together,a synchronous orgasm that I felt as strongly in him as I did in myself. An amazing feeling that eclipsed any I had known in my past. Our bodies were pulsating and shaking, the enormous release leaving our bodies quivering. Our mouth separated and we looked into each other's eyes, wonder and attraction shining to one another.