I’ll be her first everything.
I kiss her until she arches her back. I glide my hand from her breast, down the length of her body, until I reach the hem of her skirt. Gently, so gently she trembles in anticipation, I slide my hand up her thighs. I moan into her mouth at the feel of her soft, warm, supple skin. She parts her legs, and I drag my finger to the apex of her thighs, and I groan when I find she’s not wearing any panties.
“You didn’t wear panties,” I scold.
She shakes her head, seemingly unable to speak as I stroke my fingers through her soaked pussy.
“I never do,” she whispers.
I shake my head and cluck my tongue. “Naughty little girl. I’ll have to spank you for that.”
“Is that a rule? The no panties thing?”
She gives me a look that dares me to take this to where we both know we’re going.
“It is now.”
She moans. She likes that.
“Part your legs.”
She obeys. I circle her clit and suckle her neck and her breathing hitches. When I feel she’s on the edge of coming, I take my hand away.
“No,” she moans.
I take my finger and place it in my mouth.
Christ, I want to taste her for real.