The bedroom glows blue from the streetlamp outside. Tonight’s the night. I decided. Fabrice, my Fabrice, will be my first. Heart pounding. Pure love. His lips leave mine, swollen and sweet. He slides down my jaw, sucks my chin dimple, tongue swirling. Hands on shoulders, firm then soft, tugging my auburn hair spilling through his thick fingers.
Kisses trail my bronzed neck, floral perfume mixing with our heat. Light catches his saliva trail. Kneeling beside me on the big bed. He pecks my collarbone, ribs. Nose under my armpits—sparse hair, musky desire scent. His stubble scratches, dark shadow from morning shave. Don’t care. Emotion surges.
The Awakening
Hand hot on ribs, grabs left shoulder hard. I jolt. He eases, thumb pivots clavicle, fingers trace down to sternum. Slips under right breast. I lift head, see only his skull outline. Licks sternum edges. Teases breast underside. Shiver. Head flops back, eyes shut.
Mouth conquers nipple, circles globe avoiding areola. Builds tension. I boil inside. Want him to suck hard. He knows. Suddenly, lips clamp, tongue dances wild on brown bud. Guttural moan escapes. Body melts. He switches, fingers pinch other nipple. Palms knead small firm tits. Sucks, bites peaks. Breath ragged, matching his rhythm.
Hands slide hips. Spine shivers. Tongue maps belly, navel probed deep. Hesitates at white virgin panties. Teeth tug elastic. Belly punches from inside. Tongue slips under, hits light brown pubes above mound. Collapse in sigh. Spasm hits. Scent floods room. First time he does this. Squirt gushes hard, soaking panties. Better than solo nights. So sensitive there.
He freezes, watches. Fear hits—does my pussy smell repel him? But tongue laps again. Shiver weaker, but real. Moan. Eyes shut. Hot breath through wet cotton on clit. Another spasm twists gut. Lips rub fabric along lips. Imagine his mouth on my dripping slit, nymphs begging.
The Explosive Act and Secret Thrill
Instead, licks inner thighs, random. Fingers under elastic, tease ass crack. I arch, urge him. Pulls panties to mid-thighs. Breathless. Now beside me. Hand massages right cheek, thumbs coccyx. Other on left groin. Belly balloon swells, ready to burst.
Reach for pillow—hit his thigh. Eyes wide in dark. His cock stares, one-eyed monster throbbing. Grip it reflex. Two hands. Don’t know what to do. Excitement crashes. But he wants it. Gotta please.
Blow on purple split head. He groans deep. Again, puffs. Stiffens. Tongue tip laps precum. He dives on my clit, sucks hood back. Massive wave crashes. Squirt floods his fingers.
He nudges glans to lips. Eyes close. Mouth opens, engulfs. Suck, tongue frets frenulum. He tenses. I ease, then deep. Cry. Hand circles shaft, other cups hairy balls. Pump slow. He bucks gently.
Gag on hair. Cough. Push away, mouth full. ‘Hair!’ Vomit erupts, splatters him, bed. Reality slams. Shame burns. But thrill lingers—raw, messy truth. Dared the forbidden. Squirted wild, sucked cock, puked. Secret ecstasy. No one knows. Mine alone. Pulsing afterglow. Transgression perfect.