I put my mouth and nose up to the top of her pubic region and inhale deeply. Her scent is more intoxicating than I ever imagined it could be. It is her own private scent, and it belongs to me now. And I find that even though I’ve already allowed myself to come once, I may well struggle to slow myself with her. My excitement is already building again. As I look up, I see that she is trembling with anxiety, and I immediately feel guilty for having gotten so lost in her already.
I stand to face her and gently touch her mouth. Her lip is still swollen, and the cut is quite evident. And as my lips meet hers for the first time, I gently use my thumb to pull her lower lip down before moving in again and claiming her lips. Soon the delicious smacking sound of our lips softly tasting and taking over each other’s mouths is the only sound in the room. But after I’ve had her lips for many long moments, I press my tongue into her open mouth, careful not to be too rough. This is the first taste of her mouth I’ve gotten, and it is so incredibly sweet. She moves her tongue against mine as she leans her body into me. I feel her tight nipples brushing against my bare chest, and my erection is growing with every second. Soon, it is high between us, and her hands have found their way back down to my cock. I allow myself but a few wonderful moments of her touch before stopping her.
I grab the towel and place it folded on the side of the bathtub, providing her a soft seat for her sore bottom. I then instruct her to sit down. She does so willingly. I again kneel in my spot on the bathroom rug and place my hands on her knees, slowly pulling them apart. She tenses and locks her knees into place.
“Don’t be afraid. I want you to let me taste your pussy.”
Her eyes are huge, her mouth frozen in a startled “O”. But she manages to find her voice. “I can’t. I’m too nervous.”
“I know you are, but you don’t have to be scared with me. I won’t hurt you, you know that. But I want you to give me what I want. And I want this.”
She bites her lower lip, hesitantly gives in, and relaxes her legs. As I part her legs slowly, I can see how wet she is. She tries to resist me when I part her legs further than she’s prepared, and I press her knees firmly apart with a soft but insistent hand as she adjusts to being this open to me. I can now see her every inch, and she is soaking wet and swelling with desire. I place my hand on her abdomen and run it down her stomach to the most intimate spot on her body. There, I spread her lips open with my fingers and study her. She is beautiful—her slick pink skin trembling at my intrusion. She is uneasy, but overcome by her desire. She watches me intensely as her body continues to tremble. I touch her swollen clit, and she immediately jerks and cries out in response. She watches as I lick my middle finger and then run the finger from her clit down to her opening before pressing into her. She moans softly and lets her head fall back. I gently move my finger in and out of her wet, slick opening. She is tight, and the pressure is pushing her. She starts to pant and watch my hand. Just as in my fantasy, she is turned on by watching me fuck her with my finger, and her body starts to move and push toward me.
I lower my head to taste her, and her bottom comes off the towel completely at the first touch of my tongue. She is in ecstasy and so am I. She tastes incredible, so very Rowan, and I will never forget her taste. I stop fingering her and focus on her clit. I suck and gently pull with my mouth, stopping occasionally to fuck her with my tongue. Then I lick her from hole to clit. She is watching, just as I wanted her to, and I don’t take my eyes off her. My cock is hard, and I can’t help but stroke myself. I stop eating her and go back to fingering her. I slide two long fingers inside her, and the invasion is almost too much for her. But she is wet, and she keeps pushing herself forward to me. She is intently alternating her view from my fingers thrusting inside her to my hand stroking my cock, mesmerized by the view of both. She is breathing quickly and can’t take her eyes from me.
She's breathless when she whispers, “Make yourself come. Please, I want to watch you come.” That will definitely not be a problem.
I start eating her pussy again with my fingers still plunging in and out. She is starting to lose it, and I have a hard time keeping her bottom on the side of the bathtub as she is pushing herself forward. Within moments, she is coming hard. She isn’t loud but cries out in her release. And as she reaches and passes over her climax, my mouth leaves her hot wet center as she slides off the side of the tub in front of me nearly collapsing. I have to change my angle but keep thrusting my fingers into her, and then slowing my strokes, as she kneels, knees and legs spread wide for me. I’m still stroking my cock with my other hand, and she watches as I come, releasing myself all over her stomach. She lowers her bottom to the ground as I slow my fingers inside her and slow the strokes of my cock. I finally slide my slick wet fingers from her body, and we stay there spent. She reaches out and gently rubs my subsiding cock as I exhale deeply.
When I’ve recovered my senses enough, I finally find the washcloth and slowly start wiping the rivulets of my cum from her belly. Her eyes, now wide and unsure, watch me. Her body is suddenly tense in her insecurity as I continue cleaning her. And as my eyes meet hers, the magnitude of what we’ve just done somehow seems to become very real and sucks the breath out of both our lungs. It is a sensation close to panic that passes over me, and I suddenly see her and what I’ve done to her so clearly. She is my little sister’s young helpless friend, and I’m her best friend’s older brother. Her vulnerability comes flooding back to me, and the forbidden intimacy of what we’ve shared is palpable between us. I’m not attracted to her less because of this realization but more. She should have been forbidden, but I can’t bear not to have her.
I finish wiping myself from her body as she continues to watch me, neither of us saying a word. And finally when I’m done, I ask if she’s okay. She responds that she’s fine and strangely asks me the same thing. Having gotten a grasp on my emotional footing once more, I look at her with a quizzical smile. “Never better.” As much as I stretched her tight virgin entry, and she pushed herself so forcefully into me, I have to know. “Are you sore?”
She hesitates and then slowly nods but doesn’t say a word. She is still watching me, and I’m in heaven being with her here on the bathroom floor, but as she starts to wriggle, the look of discomfort becomes apparent, and I realize that it’s not just her pussy that’s sore. She still has a bruised and sore rear to sit on, and at the moment she’s sitting on the cold, hard, tile floor.
I could stay on this bathroom floor forever, but my butt is truly throbbing now, and I’m not sure how much longer I can stay put. Fortunately, Logan moves to get up and reaches a hand down to help me. We return to the bedroom. I sit on the bed, looking slowly up his incredibly strong and beautiful body to find his eyes. They are a shadowy enigma looking back down at me. He makes no move to dress and crawls in next to me. I lean into him, kissing him, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth gently and deeply.
He finally speaks; it is almost a whisper. His concern and worry show in the sweetness of his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay? I feel like I was too rough with you.”
I was sore from his fingers, but loved the way my body ached. When he slid his finger into me the first time, it was incredible, like no other touch I’d felt before. It felt tight and amazing. But when he finally slid two fingers in, I thought I was going to come unglued. It hurt and ached, and I felt stretched beyond my limit, but at the same time I wanted more. As he kept pushing, my wetness allowed his movement to slide more easily, and my desire to let him invade my body kept building and building. Watching his fingers enter me was more than I could handle, and I started to explode. Every nerve in my body was suddenly redirected to that one place, and I really did explode. That feeling was like being on the verge of insanity. Too much, and I’d lose my mind; not enough, and I’d lose my mind; but just right, and I was in heaven.