“I’ll teach you. But nothing, absolutelynothing, happens without your consent. Do you understand? You are in charge. Completely and unequivocally.”
Maisy stared down at me for a moment before she nodded. “Okay. But if you don’t like something, remember our safe word is ‘yogurt’.”
I laughed, recalling my own words to her the first time we were intimate together. “Deal.” I dipped my head down a little to kiss her collarbone. She was so small, and yet she was the strongest person I knew. I lowered my hands to her hips. “Please, Maisy, will you let me make you come?”
Her fingers trailed along the tattoos on my shoulders and pecs. It felt incredibly freeing, not having to panic or chastise myself at her touch. “I thought I was in charge.”
Fuck. Well, apparently I wasn’t as good at taking a step back as I assumed I would be. “Let me do this for you. Then you can take me however you wish.” I felt her nod, but she said nothing. “Out loud, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes. God, Tangaloa, please.” Her voice was breathy, lovely. “Please make me come.”
Elation and desire poured through me as I lowered myself onto my heels. Keeping hold of her, I guided her down with me, until she sat on my chest as I lay flat on my back. The idea that this might be her first orgasm crossed my mind, adding to the nerves I was already battling.
Maisy looked around herself, clearly confused. “I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head. With my hands still on her lean hips, I encouraged her forward. “Come sit on my face, baby.”
Her eyes widened, and if this were a cartoon, they would have bugged right out of her skull. “What? I can’t… I mean, how will you breathe?”
I sure as fuck hoped I didn’t. “Trust me, baby. If I am doing my job correctly, I better not be breathing.”
Still looking apprehensive, Maisy scooted herself a little closer. “Am I just…sit on you? I should hold myself up on my knees, right?”
“Gods, no!” I exclaimed, nearly offended. “Baby, I want all of you. On my mouth. Right the fuck now.”
I could smell the tang of her arousal, but as easy as it would be to lift her and position her over my mouth, I needed this to be her choice. Though, maybe face-sitting wasn’t something I should have started with. But I didn’t want her to feel crowded by me if she was on the bottom. After what she’d told me, I didn’t want to risk any flashbacks either.
Maisy moved her legs so her knees were on the carpet near my ears. She hovered her pussy over my mouth. “You’re sure?”
I was practically salivating now, my meal so close and yet so far. “Very. Fucking. Sure.”
Slowly, torturously slow, she lowered her pussy down onto my lips. My hands remained on her hips to help her balance, and the only time I manipulated her body was to indicate for her to press down further when she tried to hover.
I latched on, my patience and desire an inferno raging in my soul. I was so turned on right now that my balls were already pleading for release. But I refused to come again until I was deep inside her.
Her legs wobbled, little gasps of surprise escaping her as I licked up her slit. My world narrowed down to her pleasure. Relentlessly, I drank her up, making love to her most intimate of places. I worked my tongue as slowly her hips started to move, dancing above me.
I wanted inside her, but kept my hands locked on her hips. She would come by my tongue alone. At least this first time.
I kept my eyes open, watching the changes in her expression, the rise and fall of her chest, and the flush on her entire body. She was breathtaking, and I was beyond honored to be the man she trusted her body to. Her moans and gasps were the best sounds I’d ever heard, guiding me as I sucked and teased her clit.
That was, until I heard my name in a breathless cry as she lostherself to oblivion. There would never be a greater sound in this world than that.
As blissed outas Maisy was, I did not want her to fall or to lay on the carpeting. Lifting her into my arms, I carried her to our bed, where I lay down beside her. All the while, I kept trying to think of gross, unsexy things instead of the incredible creature lying beside me. Not if I wanted to last longer than five seconds inside her.
A small hand landed on my thigh, traveling its way up to my groin. I shifted my head from where I’d been studying the ceiling in an effort to gain a modicum of control. It hadn’t worked, because my dick was still at full mast.
I was lying on my back, while she’d shifted to her side with her face completely focused on my dick she wasso fucking closeto touching, but still hadn’t. It was pure torture, lying there as she explored. Fisting the sheets under me, I had to bite my tongue against begging.
Like the rest of me, my dick was a good size. No wonder I hadn’t questioned her claim that she was underage. As she reached her hand towards me, it really did look petite in comparison.
Maisy’s hand shook as she wrapped her fingers around my aching dick. I watched her exploration for a moment before I realized she wasn’t attempting to give me a handjob. She was studying, learning my body. I kept myself perfectly immobile as she moved my dick up and down, side to side, and only moved to widen my legs slightly as she moved her hand down to my very blue balls.
There were not enough unsexy thoughts in the world for this moment in time. I was dying, slow and painful.
She rolled my balls in the palm of her hand, sending pleasure and pain shooting up my spine. Her grip wasn’t enough to harm me, and holy hell, I now understood why some men liked cock-and-ball torture so much. This must be what being on the receiving side of edging was like. My dick was oozing precum like it had sprung a leak.
Maisy tilted her head in the most adorable way as she gently lifted my balls up. I had no idea what she was doing or why, because my taint couldnotbe that interesting to look at. By now, she was kneeling next to my left thigh as she explored my lower half.