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Without warning her, I leaned down and took my tongue between the folds of her pussy and that one touch made her start shaking. She was already coming, and I was mesmerized by how easy it was. Her cum covered my lips as I tried to push my tongue inside of her as far as I could, not wanting her to ever come down from the ecstasy I just gave her. But her hands were on my head and she was pushing me away as she tried to back up and create room between us.

I looked up, worried that she was already having regrets. My chest started to ache because no matter how wrong it was, I would never regret making her come. Now that I knew how she tasted, I never wanted to stop, either.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Lily

His chest was heaving and his arms were out at his sides. The neat locks he had slicked back for the dinner were now a mess on top of his head. His lips glistened in the soft light, coated with my cum, and he didn’t even attempt to wipe it away. That, along with the way his dress slacks were hanging on his trim waist, a patch of hair leading down where I couldn’t see, was making my mouth water.

But his eyes were beady and scared.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him and breathed into his neck. “If you kept touching me, I think my heart may have literally exploded.”

“That’s the point," he growled, returning my hold and encasing me in his arms. “I want to make you come as many times as I can.

Shaking my head was the only way I could tell him that I wasn’t gonna be able to take it. At least not until I explained to him how my heart was feeling. And not until I knew that he was getting as much pleasure from us being together as I was.

As sheepish as I was to be so inexperienced, I knew that whatever I said wouldn’t have Cruz running away from me. Not because of who I was to him, but because of who he was as a person.

“Can I touch you?” I asked quietly.

He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me back so that he could look down at my face. “Another first for you?”

Nodding, I felt the heat in my cheeks return, but I kept his eyes locked with mine so he knew that I meant it.

Without warning, he reached underneath me and picked me up, forcing the wetness he had created between my legs to rub against his stomach as he carried me towards his bedroom. When he placed me on the bed, he backed away and started to unbuckle his belt. “Get on your knees, Lil. Stay on the bed but get on your knees.”

“Should I be on the floor?” I asked, doing the geometry in my head and not feeling like the angles were going to work for what I had in mind.

His slight smirk told me he found me a little funny, but he started shaking his head as his pants fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them along with his shoes. His underwear was tight and I could see the outline of his dick, hard and confined. It made me forget all about angles and logistics so I popped onto my knees like he had told me to and licked my lips.

When he got to the edge of the bed, he knelt down, so that we were face to face and kissed me hard as he gradually pushed me back farther onto his bed. Once I was exactly where he wanted me, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my lips from his, forcing me onto my hands so that my mouth was lined up with his cock.

Neither one of us moved. If he was waiting for me to reach out and lower his underwear, then he was going to be waiting a few more minutes because I didn’t quite have the nerve. But while he waited, he pushed my face and rubbed himself on my parted lips.

“Take my cock out, Lil.” He was getting more demanding, pulling on my hair a little more. “If you don’t, I’ll come right here, right now, and the only taste you’ll get will be whatever you can suck out of the fabric of my boxers.”

That made me move, and I reached up, pulling the band down just enough to free him. Then I wrapped my hand around the base realizing it was the first time I had ever touched a man that way. I wanted to look at him and feel him. His skin was so soft but at the same time it was like I was touching a steel pole. It may have been my first time, but I wasn’t an idiot. Men got hard, and the wordhardwas used for a reason. But I didn’t realize how hard he would actually be, or how strong he would feel even though I was the one holding onto him.

“Take your time,” he whispered, seeming to be a little calmer now that I was touching him.

“I… I… don’t really know what to do,” I confessed, my eyes looking up at him with humility as my hand fell from him back down to the bed.

“Do whatever you want. It’s yours, Lil. I promise, as long as you’re touching me, it's gonna feel so fucking good.”

“I’d be less self-conscious if you would teach me.”

“I’ve never sucked a dick before,” he smirked, running his thumb over my cheek.

“But you’ve had it done, right? Tell me what you liked. Talk me through it.”

He hissed a few words in Spanish, so low I couldn’t even try to decipher what he was saying, but I knew it wasn’t bad. He was coming to terms with the fact that he was about to teach me how to suck his dick.

“Open your mouth,” he finally commanded in English.

Staying still, I did as he said and waited for my next instruction. He took his hand from my head and held on to himself, pushing his cock down and swiping the tip along my lips. “Take your tongue out and taste me.”

I licked him innocently, barely even touching him, but he hissed, running his other hand down his face trying to find control.

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