This One's On Me

She smiled and nodded. “Go on. You sound like you’re on to something pretty.”

“I’m rambling,” I sighed, shaking my head. “There’s just something beautiful about how direct they are… It’s so dangerous and attractive and… a simple line can turn into an intimate seduc—” I stuttered at the sensation of Blake’s hand lifting my hair and her breath on my neck. “—seduction of the senses,” I croaked.

“Go on,” she cooed.

I swallowed hard. “Maybe you should stop,” I said quietly, trying not to sound like I was begging.

“Why?’ she asked, planting her lips on my neck once but keeping her mouth close to my skin while she spoke. “There’s a breath of desperation on your voice, Lucy.”

I pursed my lips, suppressing a cry rising in my chest. I had forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone all together!

“But what kind of desperation?” she whispered, every word delving into my skin, coursing through my body. “Cuz part of me thinks you desperately want me to stop.” She planted her lips again and my brain screamed for her not to. “Then,” she continued, “the other part of me thinks you desperately want me to continue. One could say you want it with a passion.” I could hear the smile in her voice.

My chest ached every time I heaved a breath. I gritted my teeth and dig my nails into the carpet at my sides. “That feels—” Then she bit down lightly on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and I cursed her under my breath. “Jesus Christ, Blake,” I gasped. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

She continued along my shoulder, lowering her mouth again and again at an agonizing pace. I finally rolled myself onto my hip so I could face her. She beamed a smile down at my flushed face. “You’ve got a nice glow about you.”

“I feel…” I almost wept, trying to bring up words that didn’t want to come. I was helpless. “What are you doing to me?”

“Psh, nothing yet,” she smiled again, reaching for me. She leaned into me and closed her mouth on mine, an electric shock running from her into me. It was a simple kiss, but I couldn’t pull away. There was no thought like, I am kissing a girl. It was just a closing of the small space between us; an imperfect bond, not even beautiful, just right.

She gripped my head with both her hands and kissed me again, ferociously. I felt it way down inside me, a soft heat building with every moment that our mouths met.

Each time I pulled away, she received me with more and more fire, charming me up to her with the lightest touches until I was finally leaning over the bed, nearly falling on to her. I had no idea what I was doing, but I felt so good. The thought made me laugh.

She kicked one of those legs around me and rolled me over on the bed, straddling me and pinning my arms above my head, leaning down and kissing me again. Her other hand reached behind her and fished between my legs, which I quickly clamped closed. “Come on, doll,” she purred, leaning over me again and kissing me between every other word to distract me. “Just let me in there to get acquainted. Just reach down, real easy, and give things a little feel.” She tried with her free hand again to no avail.

“Knock it off,” I laughed, my chest on fire and the heat spreading quickly.

She released my hands and slid down my body, laying on top of me, her hands creeping under me and pulling me to her. “You’re like a rag doll from the waist up. Why don’t you relax the lower half, too? And then we can have a little fun.”

She slipped a hand up the back of my beater and ran her nails lightly across my skin. I shivered, my skin prickling with goosebumps all over. “I’ve never done this before,” I whispered into her hair. She ignored me, moving her hands lower and hooking her fingers in the waist of my sweatpants. I rolled onto my back so she was on top of me again.

“Lift your ass,” she commanded.

I didn’t think I would, but I did and she slid the pants off quickly, grumbling when she saw the little shorts I had been wearing underneath of them.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” she laughed. She scooted backwards and sat between my knees and I got more weary because there would be little I could do to keep her at bay if I couldn’t clamp my legs closed again. “That’s better,” she breathed, looking down at me like a predator. She leaned back down and her lips brushed across my chest and she tugged on the hem of my tank top with her teeth. Her right hand slid up and down my thigh, leaving a little trail of fire where each fingertip touched. Each time she brought it back up, it got closer to her destination, trailing in further and further, nearing the heat and, by then, the moisture. And all the while, she kept me distracted with her mouth, seducing me with those little rendezvous between my flesh and her lips and showing me that this was going to happen whether I wanted to or not. I was thrilled.

“I’ve never done this before,” I reminded her again, panic creeping into my voice as those cool hands brushed across my hips, thinking about dipping lower but not going there yet.

“Whatchu so worried about? As far as I can see, everything is going just fine,” she purred, continuing that expert right hand between my thighs. When she finally pushed her hand up to her final destination, she sighed a laugh of satisfaction. “There’s a good girl.”

I jumped and drew a knee up beside her, almost scooting away. “Hold on, though!” I whimpered. “I mean, I’ve never done this with anyone before! Not a guy, not a girl! I’m still… I’m still a virgin…”

“I’m a virgin too, kid. It’s my spirit that gets all the action.” She spread her knees apart so my legs spread wider and I had no escape. “Come on. You’ve got nothing to be scared of. I can promise you your first orgasm. You’re crazy if you pass that up.” She laughed and kissed me slowly and I could feel the heat on my face as well as between my legs. “The less you object, the more I’m going to assume you approve.”

“That’s usually how it goes,” I breathed unevenly and she hooked two fingers in the waist of my shorts and pulled lightly on the elastic, officially breaking the barrier between my sex and her tantalizing touch. “I would be nervous no matter who was on top of me right now, but I can’t help shaking at the idea of you being so close to be, let alone wanting me.”

“Hm, I’m glad I have so much power over you, then. I’m going to use this to my advantage and try to make you shake a little more, alright?” She slid my shorts over my hips and discarded them with my sweatpants, peering down at my naked lower half.

I closed my eyes after that, too afraid to look her in the eyes or see what was about to happen to me because I had no control of it anymore.

She moved down with another sigh. “Don’t worry,” she whispered into me. “This one’s on me.”

I tensed up with the first couple of strokes of her cool hands. There was serious contrast between the temperature between my legs and the temperature of my bedroom. It brought a strange sound out of me, not unlike the beginning of a scream but not a scream at all. I bit down hard on my lip and took a few deep breaths. Her hands got warmer the longer she spent dipping them inside me and my body slowly relaxed, becoming accustomed to her touch.

To my surprise, I was actually enjoying the feeling of her hands. To me, that part of my anatomy was hallowed ground and, up until she came along, no one was worthy of… entry. But the slow, delicious rhythm of her moving and the heat inside me felt like they were meant to meet. My hips drew up to meet her hand when she pulled it away from me. She liked that. I was responding how she’d wanted instead of rejecting the contact.

“I’m going to tell you this, now,” she said, kissing my hips and down to my thighs. “When that moment comes, when you’re feel that tingling, tickling, tasty feeling inside you, don’t think about it, just let it happen. Let it come and ride it out until you can’t feel it anymore.”

As soon as I opened my mouth to respond, she lowered her mouth to my sex and ran her tongue up in one swift stroke. Every word I knew disappeared and the new sensation between my legs made me flood with sweet wetness, which she devoured as she worked her expert tongue and fingers on me. My legs dropped to the sides and she never broke the seal of her lips against mine, only delved deeper into me with that flicking, twisting muscle inside her mouth.

I had no idea what to expect, and the feeling was incredible. I whimpered and moaned, bucking my hips and clutching the blankets in both hands. She wasn’t using words to encourage me, only movements: circling my clitoris with her tongue until I nearly screamed, or dipping her fingers slowly into me again. Not until I got to the point that I couldn’t take a full breath without gasping and every time I exhaled I thought the fire in my chest was burning me alive. And all she said was, “Feel it?”

Did I ever!

A quivering in my thighs every time she touched me led to my teeth chattering. I gritted my teeth and stifled a quick scream just as my back arched up off the bed and this hard spasm tore its way through me. There was no stopping the moans that followed as every fiber in me tried to pull itself into my core and all my muscles contracted. Eyes closed tight, deaf and dumb, I hung in the air, senseless for god knows how long, not even breathing. Then, something in me exploded and white heat poured into my limbs, thrusting them away from me. And I screamed. A deafening burst of sound after my time in dark silence, suspended in my first taste of ecstasy. I panted and begged for her to stop and panted some more, but she never pulled away and I forced myself to ride it out, just like she told me to. I must have shook for ten minutes as I tried to come down, her tongue still working its magic between my legs.