He leaned in, and his mouth started sliding down my belly, leaving a trail of wet kisses that gave me goosebumps all over, his tongue tracing slow, hot lines across my skin. Until it got lost between my legs. When his tongue touched my pussy, a loud moan escaped me, totally involuntary. My body arched right away, reacting on its own, without me having any control.
He paused for a second, holding me firm by the thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. He looked up and, with that sly grin I knew all too well, asked:
— Does your boyfriend do this to you?
Still panting, I bit my lips and shook my head, whispering between moans:
— N-no… never.
As soon as I answered, Diego flashed a satisfied smile and dove back in, burying himself in me, his tongue exploring every inch, every detail. I was moaning loud, couldn't hold it back, gripping the sheets like I was about to lose it any second. The heat of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue, the way he licked slow and then faster, had me dizzy as fuck.
Diego knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked, slurped, swirled his tongue in precise circles, and every now and then he'd slide a finger inside me, curling it deep, ripping even more desperate moans out of me. I wasn't in control of my body anymore — with every move he made, my hips bucked up on their own, begging for more, my thighs shaking around his head.
— That's it… moan for me, Rafa… — he murmured between licks, his voice muffled against my skin, driving me even crazier with lust.
I was grinding against his mouth, totally out of control, letting desperate moans spill out that echoed through the room. I felt the heat building inside me, that familiar sensation from when I touched myself alone, but now way more intense, deeper, more overwhelming. My breathing got all ragged, the moans louder and louder, until I couldn't hold back anymore.
Suddenly my whole body started shaking. Strong contractions hit me one after another, and I came hard, moaning loud, feeling spasms rip through every muscle like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was overwhelming, leaving me totally out of it, my mind blank, just white light and heat exploding inside. It felt like seconds that lasted forever, my body in total shock from the pleasure, my legs twitching lightly against the mattress, while he kept eating me out like he wanted to suck up every drop of my cum, dragging it out until I thought I couldn't take it.
Those spasms seemed endless. My body kept trembling nonstop, waves of pleasure crashing one after another, each one stronger than the last. It was so intense that tears slipped from my eyes without me even noticing. When I realized, I was crying, a mix of pure ecstasy and overwhelming happiness squeezing my chest. What an incredible feeling, oh God… like everything inside me had burst open all at once, set free.
I'd had an orgasm before, touching myself alone in my room, but never with this much intensity. The feeling of someone giving me that much pleasure was indescribable — I was on cloud nine, floating, my body light and heavy at the same time, like the whole world had stopped just for me to feel this.
Diego saw it. For a moment, he pulled his mouth away and just looked at me, amazed, his face still slick with my juices. I was still gasping, trying to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down fast, while hot tears rolled from the corners of my eyes and down my temples.
— Fuck, Rafa… — he muttered, brushing his thumb across my wet cheek, slowly wiping away a tear. — You came so hard you started crying…
His voice came out husky, like he was blown away. He climbed up over me, scattering kisses across my face, down my neck, until he found my mouth again. His hot body was pressed against mine, his weight pinning me to the bed, his skin still damp from the pool mixed with the sweat starting to bead up. Before I knew it, I felt the hard tip of his cock brushing my entrance, hot, throbbing lightly against me. My heart pounded hard, a thud right in my chest.
The desire was huge, burning inside me, a hunger climbing up my legs and twisting deep in my gut… but with it came the fear. A subtle chill mixed in with the heat, a hesitation that made my whole body tense up for a second.
— Diego… wait… — I murmured, holding my breath, my voice weak, almost a whisper.
He looked at me seriously, panting, but his eyes full of desire, locked on mine.
— I want you, Rafa… I can't take it anymore.
Worse, I wanted it too. Having him there in bed was a dream — after all, I loved him. I wanted to be his, to give myself over, to be taken by him… but at the same time, a wild mix of horniness and fear hit me all at once, leaving me lost, not knowing what to do. My heart pounding so hard it hurt in my chest, breaths coming short, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, and that hot tip right there, rubbing, waiting, splitting me between spreading my legs and begging him to stop.
Fear of it hurting. Not just physically. But of regretting it later, of being used and tossed aside, of waking up tomorrow with an emptiness I can't explain. You get it? Right then, while my body screamed with desire, my mom's voice popped into my head, clear as if she was in the room.
She'd always talked to me openly about sex — no taboos at home. My mom was a feminist, practical, forward-thinking. She never pulled that "sex only after marriage" bullshit — she always said that was old-school crap, that my body's mine and I decide when and with who. But there was one thing she repeated over and over, in that calm, firm voice: "Sex should be done responsibly. With someone you really trust. Especially when you feel truly ready."
And there I was… totally surrendered to Diego, dying of lust, my body begging him to take me all the way, my skin all hot and sensitive, heart racing unevenly in my chest. And at the same time, her words hammering in my head, quiet but insistent. I wanted it, God, I wanted it so bad. To feel him all the way inside me, filling me up, making me his. But was I ready? Really ready? Or was it just the horniness screaming louder, blinding me?
He kept rubbing against me, slow, teasing, the hot head brushing my entrance, making me even wetter, my whole body responding with shivers that wouldn't quit. Until I felt him push, trying to slide in… and I froze. My whole body locked up, air stuck in my throat.
— Diego… stop… I don't think I'm ready.
He took a deep breath, still pressed against me, his chest rising and falling fast against mine. He looked at me seriously, his hazel eyes fixed on mine, no anger, just a mix of desire and patience.
— It's okay… you're still a virgin, right?
I just nodded silently, embarrassed, biting my lips hard. My face burned, heart squeezing in my chest. He didn't say anything else right then. He just stayed there, looking at me, his body still hot against mine, but not pushing anymore. And for some reason, that left me even more confused… and relieved at the same time.
To be continued...