"Oh God," he moaned, pulling away from me.
"NO," I said, giggling a little, wrapping him in my arms and legs, not letting him go.
"God, I'm sorry," he said, "it's just...." but I cut him off with a kiss.
"Oh, honey," I said, still giggling a little, "you just paid me a great compliment, thank you."
"I'm sorry," he said again, "I wanted our first time to be perfect."
I kissed her again.
"And it will be," I said, "we have just started."
I felt him starting to relax and kissed him again, letting my legs slide down a little from where I had them wrapped around his waist until they locked, knee to knee, holding him close, enjoying the way we sort of slid across each other, his semen providing a layer of lubricant across our bellies.
My body shuddered as those educated fingers of his captured my hand and pulled until my arm was extended above my head and his fingertip traced the hollow of my armpit making my nipples tighten even more.
"You," I managed before his thumb and forefinger rolled my nipple, making me gasp and my hips buck involuntarily, "know WAY too much about my body."
He didn't say anything, just slowly bent down until his lips covered where he had been toying with my nipple, making it so hard it ached, and then began suckling like a hungry baby.
That pressure in my belly was undeniable now, and when his finger traced the hollow formed by the big tendons at the fork of my legs my whole body went rigid.
God, he was so good. He held me there, my body rigid, unable to breathe, but not quite achieving my orgasm. His mouth was busy at my breast and his finger, not busy, just touching my clitoris, holding me right there on the edge.
"Say please," he said.
"Please," I said, sort of giggling.
My hips were bucking and I was helpless to stop them.
"Please," I said again, not giggling now, sort of breathless.
His mouth suckled and his finger kept tormenting me just this side of finishing.
"PLEASE," I said for the third time, my legs scissoring now.
My breathing was coming in harsh little pants now, and I could feel my skin flushed and feverish.
"PLEASE, JESUS, GOD, PLEEEEEEASE," I sort of whimpered.
I could feel the way I was running, my love nectar hot and sticky running down until I felt it wet on my anus. And his finger kept that damn pressure, just enough to hold me, not quite finishing me, and when my hips thrust it was as if he anticipated my moves and could hold that pressure at that perfect level.
I was reduced to begging, and on some level, way down below thinking, down where the lizard warmed itself in the sun, I liked it.
