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My name comes out of her mouth in a chant and I have to stop grinding my cock against her mattress, because hearing her scream out like that is so damn hot, I’m on the verge of embarrassing myself.
I slide my tongue into her entrance and pinch her clit with my thumb and fore finger and that is all it takes for her to unravel for me.
Her sweet release coats my tongue in the best fucking way, that I can’t help the smirk that forms on my face as I take it all.
My tongue gently slides against her folds as she comes down from her high.
“Fuck,” she lets out, absolutely breathless. “Is an orgasm supposed to make you see black spots?” she asks.
I don’t know if she meant that to be a rhetorical question or not, but either way, it doesn’t stop me from getting pissed off. I know for a fact that she has dated a few guys these last few years, sure I don’t know how far she went with them, and I really don’twant to know that, but one of them has to have made her come, right?
Or were they just stupid and didn’t pay attention in heath class or biology when the fucking clit was pointed out to them?
Fuckers.
If I didn’t hate them already for even breathing the same air as Sophia, I sure as hell would hate them now.
I’m too much in my head about Sophia’s comment that I don’t feel her shift under me until her hands are on my chest and she pushes me back enough that we switch spots. I end up on my back with Sophia on top of me.
“Let make you feel good too,” she says, sliding her body down mine, until she comes face to face with the waist band of my jeans.
The image of my dick sliding between her lips, shines bright in my mind, and as much as I want that image to come true, I can’t. I’d much rather make whatever this night is turning into, about her and showing her just special she is to me.
So, I stop her.
“No,” I say, sliding a finger under her chin and making her look up at me.
“What?” she says, sitting up, hurt filling her eyes.
She thinks that I’m turning her down.
“No, I don’t want to suck me off,” I say as gently as possible.
“Why? Do you think that I can’t do it? Because I can.” She responds and an image of her sucking someone else off invades my mind.
I hate that she might have done that with someone else, and as much as I want to erase that image out of my head, I stand my ground.
“It has nothing to do with whether I think you can do it or not. I would love for you to wrap that pretty mouth around me,but if you do it right now, I don’t know how long I’m going to last. And if that is that case, I would rather do something else.”
Her eyes shift and for a second, she looks scared.
“What?” I ask, sitting up so that I can cup her cheek.
“I,” she starts but then pauses, bowing her head like she’s ashamed about something. “I’ve never done more.”
Our virginities have never been something that we’ve talked about.
Actually, we haven’t talked about sex in general.
So me hearing that she is still a virgin is news to me. I thought she still was, but I could have been wrong.
Hearing her say those words, though, makes me want to pound my chest. Not because there is a possibility of her giving me something that is important to her, but because she didn’t hand it over to someone fucker that was undeserving of it and would have just added it to his list of conquest.
“Neither have I,” I tell her, reveling the one thing that I hadn’t told her, and I tell her almost everything.
Given her expression, my little piece of news takes her by surprise.
“What? That can’t be right. Every single girl that you’ve dated has told me otherwise,” she says, giving me a confused look.
