Page 79 of Panther's Magpie
I think if I spent long enough on her breasts, I might even be able to bring her to orgasm, but that’s an experiment for another night. Tonight I’m impatient.
I know I told her we were taking this slow, but I’m not sure how long I will be able to hold out. I am dying to slide inside of her warm, wet heat. It’s going to be life-changing.
As excited as I am, I’m also scared. Scared of how this makes me feel. I went from being a forever bachelor to being obsessed with a girl over only a few months’ time. It seems silly. I have no idea how she became my whole world after being some girl who my sister knew.
We are here, though, and I’m not about to waste this opportunity.
I will show her what it means to be with me.
Kissing my way down her stomach, I make my way to her pretty brown curls between her legs. Some guys like a clean-shaven girl. Not me. I like when they are all natural. Reminds me of nature in a way. It’s the way we are supposed to be.
I place one soft kiss on her pussy before I open it up. I can barely see through the darkness of night, but I can feel it. My girl is wet.
Leaning in, I take a small taste. Just enough to get a hint of what I’m in for. It’s like an aphrodisiac. I was already hard, but fuck if he didn’t grow even more from the taste of her. She is like a sweet, juicy apple on a hot summer day.
I want her juices dripping down my chin.
Without hesitation, I dive in. I eat her pussy like it’s the last meal I will ever have. As if I would be so lucky.
I’m not a pro at this. I don’t eat pussy every night of the week, so it takes some cues from her body to see what works for her. She reacts well to clit stimulation, so I focus my tongue there. As I keep up my pace with my tongue, I slide two fingers inside of her and curl them up. It takes a few passes before her moans turn into more of a squeak. I keep up the pressure on that point until she comes, drenching my face as she squirts all over me.
It’s fucking heaven. I have never had a girl squirt on me, but let me tell you.
Life. Changing.
I feel like a fucking king basking in the glory of his kill.
Yeah. I did that.
Pulling back, I look up at her blissed-out face. She looks about ready to pass out.
“That’s one,” I tell her.
She peels her eyes open. “One?”
I nod. “You’ll give me one more tonight.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve never…I can’t.”
“You can and you will. Now we never talked about protection,” I tell her as I start to strip. “I am clean and I don’t want anything between us, but if you want me to grab a condom, I will.”
She looks up at me, shocked. “I, um. I’m clean, and I have an IUD.”
“Is that a no on the condom then?”
Her mouth opens and closes without a word.
“I need you to be clear, Magpie,” I tell her.
“No condom,” she blurts out.
I brush my finger across her cheek. “Good girl.”
Her eyes heat.
Oh yeah. I hadn’t forgotten about her little praise kink. I plan to explore that along with so many other things later.
For tonight, I only want to explore her.
