Her first time receiving oral and giving back part 2 of 5

Her first time receiving oral and giving back part 2 of 5

"I know," he said. "I wouldn't force you to do anything, but I thought you liked what I was doing."

"I did," I insisted.

"Do you want to try again? We don't have to go any farther tonight if you don't want to, and you can stop me anytime." He looked seriously into my eyes, and I knew he meant every word.

I took a deep, shaky breath, before responding, "Yes. I want to try again."

"Come here." He leaned forward again and pressed his lips softly against mine. I sighed with relief. His tongue began poking softly at my closed mouth, and my lips fell apart to let him in. Our tongues entwined in a deep kiss, the sweet taste of him filling my mouth once more. It made me feel safe.

He continued kissing me slowly like that as his hand once more moved down to the hem of my shorts. This time I did not stop him as his fingers pushed beneath, touching me where no one had touched me before.

I whimpered as his fingers started stroking the outside folds. They were more sensitive than I expected them to be, and my nerves heightened with every touch. He started kissing me a little faster and rougher, taking my mind off my fear a little. When his fingers pushed inside and felt how wet I was, he groaned against my mouth, the lustful sound and vibrations giving me goosebumps.

Having his fingers in my pussy was such a strange feeling. They were colder and drier than I expected, but that was just because I was so hot and wet. When they started slowly stroking up and down, they bumped against my clit and I jolted, my eyes flying open. All I could see was his closed eyes in front of mine. I gasped as he touched the sensitive nub again, and I felt him smile against me.

He started rubbing me more insistently, sending sparks of electricity throughout my body. I could feel something starting to build inside me, a deep pressure that I had experienced while pleasuring myself in the past. I moaned, louder this time, and started kissing him back in earnest.

Two of his fingers moved down to my dripping hole, while his thumb came down on my clit. I cried out as he slipped them in slowly, stretching me to a slightly uncomfortable point.

"Shh," he said. "Just give it a second."

I nodded and bit my lower lip until my body felt better. When I started moving my hips against his hand, trying to build that pressure again, he chuckled and caught my lips between his again.

His thumb started circling my clit again as his fingers started pumping in and out of my tight hole, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. I moaned, long and low, and fisted my hands into his hair, bringing him closer to me. I heard him moan back.

The pressure inside of me was building slowly, tightening like a spring, and it became the only thing on which I could focus. I no longer heard our combined moans or gasping breaths; I could not taste him as our tongues entwined in the bruising kiss. His fingers and thumb were creating a whirlwind of pleasure inside of me, faster and faster until I finally felt it.

The orgasm exploded through me, shattering the sweet pressure that had been building up. My tunnel spasmed around his fingers and I broke our kiss, crying out as my head fell back in pleasure.

His fingers continued moving, drawing out every last second of my orgasm until they finally slowed down and I started coming down from my high. He planted one final kiss on my lips and withdrew his hand from my shorts and the blanket. In the light from the streetlamps, I could see they were covered in my juices.

I closed my eyes, resting my head against the headrest as my breathing and heartbeat came back under control.

After a few minutes of quiet, he spoke again. "How was that?" I could hear the smirk in his voice, barely covering up the lust.

"Incredible," I sighed.

"Well, I'm not quite finished with you yet."

I jerked my head up and opened my eyes wide, staring at him in surprise.

"You're not?" I asked stupidly.

"No, I'm not." He was grinning, staring at me as a wolf stares at its prey.

"Then... what next?" I asked, a mixture of apprehension and excitement rising inside of me.

"Let's go up to your room."

"Let's go up to your room."

"No," came my immediate reply. I shook my head wildly. There was no way I was doing that yet.

"No?" he asked, clearly confused by my adamant answer.

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"Well, my roommate's there," was my lame excuse. It was true, though, which made it the only time I was ever happy she was there.
"There are other places we can go, silly," he laughed.

"I don't want to," I confessed.

He raised his eyebrows at me, barely visible in the darkness, but otherwise remained still and silent.

"I mean, I want to, please don't get me wrong, but I just don't think

I'm ready to do it yet," I explained, silently pleading to him with my eyes
to understand.

He frowned. "You misunderstood me. I am not asking to have sex with you yet. I do not want to go too fast either, but I really want to touch you again. Watching you cum was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I want to do it one more time tonight."

I blushed furiously and looked down at my lap. Me? Sexy? I could not fathom it.

We were both silent for a minute as I thought things over. Finally, I ventured, "Then why do you want to go upstairs? We could just as easily stay here."

His reply was immediate; he’d already thought this through. "I want more light so I can see you better. I also want more space. There are things I want us to do that would be difficult in my car."

I did not have a good answer for that, so I just continued looking at my lap. I was nervous at the thought of him wanting to see me better. What if he tried to undress me? What if he did not like what he saw?

Then there was my roommate and the other people in my dorm. I did not know where he wanted to go. What if there were people nearby, who could hear whatever we did? I would be mortified. Then again, he made me feel so good. I wanted to experience that again. Was it worth the risk?

"I don't know if you know this," he said, interrupting my internal monologue, "but when you think really hard you bite your lower lip. It's a huge turn-on."

I stopped biting and finally looked up at him. "Okay," I said. "Let's go upstairs."

He leaned forward and kissed me quickly, surprising me. When he pulled back, he was smiling. "Perfect."

He threw the blanket back in the backseat, raising goosebumps on my skin as I was suddenly exposed to the cool air again. We both exited the SUV, my knees wobbly as I walked across the pavement.

We walked hand in hand to my front door.

To be continued