Page 41 of Mass Sins

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. It was a slow kiss, but it told him all he needed to know.

He took over quickly, deepening the kiss and putting his arms around my waist to pull me closer. After a while, he got up from the couch and walked us over to his bedroom.

I had my arms and legs around him, holding on tight until he slowly lowered me onto the bed. He never broke the kiss and continued to kiss me as he leaned over me.

His hands moved from my waist to my hips, his touch gentle. I let him take control, wanting him to guide me through this.

He broke the kiss and trailed kisses along my neck, his tongue licking my skin to taste me. He muttered sweet words, praising me, telling me how beautiful I was. And that he’d make me feel good. He was assuring me that having sex with him would be nothing like it had been with any other man before. I would feel wanted. Loved.

He pulled up my sweater and placed his hand on my stomach before slowly moving it further up until he cupped my tit. He squeezed it gently, massaging it for a while before doing the same thing to the other.

I moaned, tilting my head, and arching my back.

“How does that feel?” he asked, his lips pressing against my jaw now.

“Good,” I breathed. I placed my hand on the back of his head, sliding my fingers into his thick hair. “Feels so good.”

He made a satisfied sound and pushed my sweater further up until my bra was exposed. He propped himself up on his elbow and dropped his gaze to my breasts. I watched his face closely as he reach under me, undoing my bra. When my breasts were out, he licked his lips and smiled. “You’re beautiful.”

His eyes met mine and I smiled at him, gently caressing his face. “Thank you.”

The tip of his tongue came out to lick his bottom lip, and when he lowered his gaze again, I closed my eyes to enjoy what came next.

His mouth covered one of my tits, sucking on my nipple as his tongue flicked against it. I moaned again, pushing my fingers back into his hair.

He continued to pleasure me with his mouth, switching from one tit to the other, and making sure both got the same attention.

I felt my panties getting wetter the longer he sucked at my tits. I wanted him so badly, but I was liking how slowly he was taking this. That way, I had the chance to enjoy every second.

His hand moved further down to unbutton my pants, and I helped sliding them down my legs, followed by my panties. His hand cupped my pussy, with his palm pressing against my clit as he ran his fingers through my folds.

“Fuck…” he muttered, lifting his head to look up at me. “So wet for me, baby.”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

It was all for him.

I wanted this so badly.

“Is it okay if I taste you down there?”

God, he was being so respectful. It made it so much easier for me to relax.

“I’ve never liked being…uh, licked down there,” I told him.

“Because the guys that did it didn’t do it right?”

I shrugged.

That was probably the case. It did feel okay, but it was painful after a while because my ex sucked too hard. He also dug his teeth into my skin right above my clit, which made it all a thousand times worse.

“Probably because they didn’t do it right.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he continued to slowly moved his fingers through my folds.

“Yes, I do,” I assured him.

“Then let me show you how good it can feel.”

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