3. Theo #2
She tries to close her legs. I prevent it, hands on her knees, pushing them wider.
"Don't hide from me. I've already seen everything."
"It's different when you're awake," she protests weakly.
"Good. I want you awake for this. Want you to feel everything."
I take my time looking at her pussy. Pink and swollen, still showing signs of last night. The flesh is slightly puffy, tender. Evidence of her lost virginity.
I lean in, press a kiss to her inner thigh. She jumps, startled sound escaping her throat. I kiss closer, inhaling her scent. Sweet and musky, distinctly her.
"Theo, I don't know if?—"
"Trust me."
My tongue drags through her folds, tasting her for the first time. She cries out, hips bucking off the couch.
"Oh!"
Sweet. She tastes fucking sweet.
I lick again, slower this time. Exploring every fold, learning what makes her gasp. I find her clit, circle it with my tongue.
Her hips buck again. "Ahh! That's—oh God?—"
I grip her thighs hard, hold her still. Suck her clit into my mouth, apply steady pressure. She's writhing now, hands flying to my hair, yanking.
"Theo! I can't—it's too much?—"
I don't relent. Work her with lips and tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. Taste her arousal increasing, flooding my mouth. She's so responsive, every touch making her shake.
She's so fucking perfect.
Her thighs tremble on either side of my head. Her breathing is ragged, desperate sounds falling from her lips with every exhale.
"I think—something's happening—" Panic edges her voice.
"Let it," I command against her pussy.
I slide two fingers inside her carefully, feeling how tight and swollen she still is. Crook them, find that spot inside that makes her scream.
"Ahh! Ahh! Theo!"
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, spasming hard. She comes with a cry, back arching off the couch. I lick her through it, drinking down her release, fingers working inside her. She's sobbing now, overwhelmed, hands yanking my hair hard enough to hurt.
I don't stop until she's boneless, shaking, begging me to stop.
Finally I pull back. My chin is wet with her arousal. I look up at her: face flushed, eyes dazed, lips parted as she gasps for air.
Most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
She takes several minutes to recover. I sit back on my heels, watching her come down. Eventually her eyes focus on me.
"That was..." She trails off, no words adequate.
"Good?" I prompt, smirking.
"Incredible," she breathes.
Then her eyes drop to the obvious bulge in my jeans. I'm so hard it's painful.
"You didn't... I mean, do you want to...?" She gestures vaguely toward my crotch, embarrassed.
I chuckle, dark and amused. "Want to?"
"I don't know what to do," she admits.
"I could teach you."
Her eyes light with nervous interest. "Okay."
I stand, tower over her. "Get on your knees."
Tessa slides off the couch onto the carpet, kneels in front of me. Looks up, waiting. Trust and desire war in her expression.
Fuck, she's perfect like this.
I unbutton my jeans slowly. Lower the zipper. Pull my cock out—thick, hard, already leaking precum. Her eyes go wide.
"It's... big."
Pride surges through me. "Think you can take it in your mouth?"
She nods, determined. "Yes."
"Okay. Start by licking it. Get it wet."
She leans forward tentatively, pink tongue darting out. Licks along the underside from base to tip. The wet heat of her tongue makes me groan.
"Fuck. Good girl."
She gains confidence, licks again. Swirls her tongue around the head, laps at the precum beading there.
"Now take it in your mouth. Just the tip first."
She opens wide, wraps her lips around me. The sight alone nearly makes me come.
Jesus Christ.
She takes me deeper, inch by inch. My hands tangle in her hair, guiding her movements.
"That's it. Use your tongue. Suck."
She follows instructions, hollowing her cheeks. It's messy, unpracticed, fucking perfect. She gags slightly when I hit the back of her throat.
I pull back immediately. "Easy. Don't hurt yourself."
She pulls off, saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "I want to do it right."
"You are, baby. Just keep going."
She takes me again, bobs her head. I watch my cock disappear between her lips, watch her struggle to take more.
Her first time doing this. I'm her first for everything.
The possessiveness is overwhelming, consuming. I control the pace with my hands in her hair. Not rough, but firm. Showing her the rhythm I want.
"Gonna come soon. You can pull off or swallow."
She doesn't pull off. Doubles her efforts instead, sucking harder.
"Fuck, Tessa?—"
My orgasm hits hard, cock pulsing. I come in her mouth, flooding her with cum. She makes a surprised sound but swallows. Some leaks out the corners of her mouth. She swallows again, licks her lips clean.
I watch, transfixed.
I pull her to her feet, kiss her deeply. Taste myself on her tongue, don't care.
"You're perfect," I murmur against her mouth.
She smiles, shy but pleased. "That was my first time doing that."
"I know. You'll get better with practice."
She laughs softly, tension breaking. We clean up, get dressed. The movie is still playing, long forgotten.
Tessa yawns, checks her phone. "It's late. I should go to bed."
"Leaving your door open?" I ask, direct.
She bites her lip, nods. "Yes."
"Good. Get some rest."
She heads down the hall to her room. I watch her go, already planning tonight.
This time I'll take my time. Explore every inch of her.
She's mine to play with. And she wants it.