Memories of my first love – Part 2

Henri was lying down on the bed with only his pants on, closing his eyes, waiting for my next move. I wet my nipples and dragged them down his torso ever so slowly. I felt his abs harden as they trailed down. I unbuckled his belt slowly, and removed his jeans. I was greeted with the outline of his dick – very, very firm. This was confirmed when I pulled his boxers off and his erection sprang up.

I smelled it, and it had the scent of fresh laundry – definitely not what I was expecting, but rather pleasant. I felt the beginnings of pre cum on the top of my nose.

‘Baby, please’ he begged. ‘Touch it’

How could I resist?

With my ass in the air, I licked it very tentatively. The pre cum tasted salty, and he shuddered as his head felt the warmth of my moist tongue. His hands gripped the edge of the bed as I played with his head only, licking all kinds of patterns on it. Figure eights, circles, letters. Then I edged closer to the end of his head, and licked the perimeter.

‘Baby’, he gasped. ‘Put it in your mouth’.

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I decided to buy some time by licking his shaft. With each long stroke, he resisted the urge to put his hands on my head and push me down. I licked slowly until his entire dick was covered. He pleaded at me with his eyes, and I just decided to go for it. I wet my lips, sucked slightly and bobbed my head down to as far as my mouth let me. He audibly groaned.

‘This is the first time I’ve had my dick sucked’ he grinned. ‘You make it feel so good when you suck it. Please, keep going baby’

I sucked as I moved up his dick, then released on my way down. I bobbed my head slowly at first, willing to taste every bit of this new experience. As I got used to it, I increased my speed more and more. My hands roamed across his torso, felt his hip bones, hugged his bum and the sides of his thighs. I could feel his muscles tending as I sucked his dick.

‘You know, I’ve heard it feels good when you touch the balls’ he coyly remarked.

I moved my mouth from his cock with a satisfying pop!, and moved on to his balls. I cupped then with my hand, and his back arched. I sucked his dick whilst playing with his balls, feeling each individual one, rubbing it, pressing it against his taint. He fucking loved it, especially when I decided to put his balls in my mouth and suck them.

‘Merde!’ he swore. His French just made him so much sexier

Soon, I was wanking him with my hand and sucking his balls, pulling them from his body until they made that pop! out my mouth. I could feel his dick throbbing in my hand.

‘I’m so close’, he whined. I pulled away, and he gave me puppy dog eyes.

‘I WAS close’, he corrected. He eyed my dangling tits, gracefully sloping under gravity’s push. ‘But maybe I should give you something’.

‘That would be greatly appreciated’ I said in the smokiest voice I could muster. He chuckled, winked at me, and flipped me over. I was surprised by the sheer power of that move, but it made me wonder what other kinds of power he had at his fingertips.

I still had my black skirt on, so he kissed me deeply, feeling my bum underneath my skirt. His fingers would occasionally try to dip into my pussy, feeling its wetness. He was squeezing and grabbing my ass cheeks, noticing how soft and full they were. He moved from my mouth to my neck; my neck to my nipples; my nipples to my stomach; my stomach to my hip bones.

Then, he got more careful. He kissed along my hip bones, and dared to venture a centimetre south of them. My stomach began to tense up. He then pushed my skirt up and kissed along the tops of my thighs. Then, he dotted his kisses from the top to the sides of my thighs, starting from my knee. He got so close to my pussy that I swear he could feel it throbbing.

I arched my back, inviting him to stare at my pussy. He looked at me one last time, and then took a long look between my legs. I’m not sure what he saw, but it must have made him horny, because he put his head between them.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the feeling to wash over me. I wasn’t sure what to expect at all.

First, I felt a distant warmth.

Then, the pleasant moistness of a tongue, gently caressing the side of my lip.

Then, that tongue licking its way up so tantalisingly close to my cl-

Henri pulled it away at last minute, and I groaned in frustration. He chuckled, and repeated this same step, edging closer and closer to the center.

Then it came. His tongue gently licked my clit with the perfect amount of pressure – gentle, but firm. I swear it made me feel even wetter. You bet I told him how it made me feel.

His hands wrapped around my thighs as he ate me out for the first time.

‘Don’t give my clit all the attention just yet’ I pleaded. ‘Kiss it for a few seconds, then divert. Then go back to it. That’s what I do when I play with myself.’

Maybe it was the image of me playing with myself, but Henri was determined to please me, and he did so with gusto. He would focus his attention on my clit for a little bit – softly sucking and licking it, giving it the amount of pressure I liked (with my guidance). And then he would pull away, licking and kissing the inner corners of my thighs, or under the knee. Once, he even ventured to my toes, which felt surprisingly pleasing. And then, he would kiss his way up again, until he was eating me out. It drove me fucking crazy, and I crumpled his sheets trying not to cum.

But then, he stopped. I could have cried in frustration.

‘I know we’ve only been doing this for a little’, he panted, ‘but baby – I really, REALLY want to fuck you…’


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