"These need to come off," I say against her skin.
"Then take them off."
I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down along with her underwear. She steps out of them and stands there completely naked.
I take a second to just look at her, memorize every curve, every line.
"You're beautiful," I say.
"You're still dressed."
"Not for long."
I strip off my jeans and boxer briefs. My cock is already hard and aching.
Her eyes drop and widen slightly. "Jesus."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just... you're big."
"We'll go slow."
"I don't want slow."
That makes me smile. "We're going slow anyway. I'm not hurting you."
I back her toward the bed and she falls onto it. I follow her down and settle between her legs.
My cock is pressed against her and I can feel how wet she already is.
"Rush," she breathes.
"I know. I've got you."
I kiss down her neck to her breasts, take my time with each one until she's squirming under me.
Then I kiss lower, across her stomach, down to where she's wet and wanting.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"Tasting you."
"You don't have to?—"
"I want to."
I spread her thighs wider and look at her. She's pink and glistening and perfect.
I lean down and lick her from bottom to top, taste her on my tongue.
She cries out and her hips buck.
"Fuck, you taste good," I say.
I do it again, this time focusing on her clit, circling it with my tongue.
Her hands go to my hair and she holds on, her breathing ragged.