perfect, hardened to a tight peak all for me. My touch; I do this to her. She moves her hands into my hair roughly and pulls my face tighter to her, arching her back, pushing herself further into my mouth. She moans long and soft as I suck on her harder, kneading her other breast with my hand, a perfect fit. Her other leg goes around my hip and she grips tight, bless those softball muscles, and then she starts to grind. My Laney …starts to grind.
Oh God…think of something else…do not lose it and end this now. The heat of her seers through the thin layers of our pajamas as I slowly start to move my hand down along her toned, flat stomach. I feel the quivering, so I pull from her nipple and ask, “You okay, baby? Too much?”
She lays before me, pink cheeked. Her long blonde hair is spread around her; she looks like a dream. Topless, breathing hard with her eyes closed; the sight unnerves me.
“Look at me, Laney.”
She slowly opens her eyes and connects with mine. There she is…
“Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me, Evan. Please, now.” No sweeter words have ever been spoken.
Give. Me. Strength.
I slide my hand beneath her shorts, kissing her neck, sucking her ear, breathing in her scent. I’m dizzy and physically anguished I’m so hard, but this is about Laney, emerging, just for me.
That first touch, her first touch, all mine. My hand gently slides down beneath her panties, feathering light touches against her untouched treasure.
“Oh God, Evan,” she moans and digs her fingers into my hair, kissing me with a desperate need I’ve never seen from her.
“You’re so perfect,” I whisper on her lips.
“Mmmmm, we’re always perfect together,” she purrs.
Damn, my little beginner is good with the pillow talk. I continue with the gentle caresses, slow and savoring, but she tells me with her grip and moans; my lil tiger wants more. I give it to her, and watch in awe as she soon comes apart on my hand. Her breathing calms slowly and she finally opens her eyes, giving me the sweetest smile.
“That was amazing,” she hums out lazily.
I’ve never seen anything more so, and will replay it in my mind for the rest of my life. “Laney, was that your first orgasm?” I know without a doubt it’s the first at someone else’s hand, but I’ve often wondered if my girl pleasures herself. I suspect not.
“Yes, and I must say…I’m a fan.” I knew it.
I laugh softly, she’s so cute. “They get better, baby. I can’t wait to show you it all.”
“How do you know it all?” she asks me with a slight narrowing of her eyes.
I don’t know it all , technically, and I don’t want to go into exacts, so I answer evasively, yet honestly. “I don’t, but I can’t wait to learn with you. I want to give you everything. Every experience I want you to have with me, always.”
Truly, I will kill any other man who ever touches her. Laney Jo is mine, forever.
“Me too, babe, you and me,” she says, leaning to kiss me softly. “Can I touch you now?”
“Sweetheart, you can do anything you want. And for future reference, you never have to ask.”
She laughs out loud and slowly moves her hand below my waistband. The trail under her fingers leaves my skin on fire, and when she runs one fingertip all the way down my cock, I grind my teeth. She pulls down my pants and just stares…and stares.
“Umm, sugar, you okay? Feeling a little exposed.”
She blushes and bites her bottom lip. “Sorry, I just, um, it’s just…”
I can’t help but laugh a little; I know she’s never seen one before. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you’re thinking, sweet girl.”
She takes a deep breath. “It’s…beautiful. I mean, I guess, I mean, I think it is…and big, like how does…um…?”
Oh yeah. Damn, my girl is adorable. She’s my innocently curious vixen and I get to share every first with her. I get to be her only. I get to show her exactly what happens and how things feel when a man loves a
Oh God…think of something else…do not lose it and end this now. The heat of her seers through the thin layers of our pajamas as I slowly start to move my hand down along her toned, flat stomach. I feel the quivering, so I pull from her nipple and ask, “You okay, baby? Too much?”
She lays before me, pink cheeked. Her long blonde hair is spread around her; she looks like a dream. Topless, breathing hard with her eyes closed; the sight unnerves me.
“Look at me, Laney.”
She slowly opens her eyes and connects with mine. There she is…
“Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me, Evan. Please, now.” No sweeter words have ever been spoken.
Give. Me. Strength.
I slide my hand beneath her shorts, kissing her neck, sucking her ear, breathing in her scent. I’m dizzy and physically anguished I’m so hard, but this is about Laney, emerging, just for me.
That first touch, her first touch, all mine. My hand gently slides down beneath her panties, feathering light touches against her untouched treasure.
“Oh God, Evan,” she moans and digs her fingers into my hair, kissing me with a desperate need I’ve never seen from her.
“You’re so perfect,” I whisper on her lips.
“Mmmmm, we’re always perfect together,” she purrs.
Damn, my little beginner is good with the pillow talk. I continue with the gentle caresses, slow and savoring, but she tells me with her grip and moans; my lil tiger wants more. I give it to her, and watch in awe as she soon comes apart on my hand. Her breathing calms slowly and she finally opens her eyes, giving me the sweetest smile.
“That was amazing,” she hums out lazily.
I’ve never seen anything more so, and will replay it in my mind for the rest of my life. “Laney, was that your first orgasm?” I know without a doubt it’s the first at someone else’s hand, but I’ve often wondered if my girl pleasures herself. I suspect not.
“Yes, and I must say…I’m a fan.” I knew it.
I laugh softly, she’s so cute. “They get better, baby. I can’t wait to show you it all.”
“How do you know it all?” she asks me with a slight narrowing of her eyes.
I don’t know it all , technically, and I don’t want to go into exacts, so I answer evasively, yet honestly. “I don’t, but I can’t wait to learn with you. I want to give you everything. Every experience I want you to have with me, always.”
Truly, I will kill any other man who ever touches her. Laney Jo is mine, forever.
“Me too, babe, you and me,” she says, leaning to kiss me softly. “Can I touch you now?”
“Sweetheart, you can do anything you want. And for future reference, you never have to ask.”
She laughs out loud and slowly moves her hand below my waistband. The trail under her fingers leaves my skin on fire, and when she runs one fingertip all the way down my cock, I grind my teeth. She pulls down my pants and just stares…and stares.
“Umm, sugar, you okay? Feeling a little exposed.”
She blushes and bites her bottom lip. “Sorry, I just, um, it’s just…”
I can’t help but laugh a little; I know she’s never seen one before. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you’re thinking, sweet girl.”
She takes a deep breath. “It’s…beautiful. I mean, I guess, I mean, I think it is…and big, like how does…um…?”
Oh yeah. Damn, my girl is adorable. She’s my innocently curious vixen and I get to share every first with her. I get to be her only. I get to show her exactly what happens and how things feel when a man loves a
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