The minute I walk in the door, I am so tempted to take her right there. But when I look into her eyes as she is sprawled out on the bed so beautifully, I see that she is not at all into it. She doesn't want me, nor does she even fully understand what she is doing to me. If she only knew that in my pants right now, is an erection so hard that I can't barely walk without being in pain, would she even feel bad about doing this to me?
Even though she is just a teenager, I get the feeling that she is used to using her body to get anything she wants. I guess I must fix this now before it goes any further. Teaching her a lesson she will remember for years, will be completely my pleasure.
As I walk towards the bed, I put my best poker face on for her to see. I want her to know that I mean business and she is about to get filled by me or at least she will think. The minute I stop in front of her, I feel the tension between us. It's so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Standing so close to her body now, with one move I climb on top of her and start kissing the soft skin on her neck. Amazingly, this time she smells almost like apple pie, and it makes my mouth water. When I make my way up to her hair I deeply inhale, and it fills my nose with cinnamon. How is she doing this?
I close my eyes for a moment and feel her body giving underneath me. It would be so easy right now to just unzip my pants and take her right where she lay, but I want to watch her squirm and beg for days if not longer before I give in and plunge into that sweet spot between her legs. When I hear her whimper while I pause above her, a smile spreads across my face because I know one thing. If I stay here long enough in this position, she will beg me even if she doesn't want me.
Just as I am about to move down, I hear the words I am longing to hear. "Please. I need you in me. But be gentle, I have never done this before. You need to teach me." She says in a whisper so close to my head that I can feel the air stir between our skin.
The warmth from her breath warms my face as I contemplate taking her anyway. After all, she smells so good that I can almost taste it. That simple fact makes me wonder to myself, "Does she taste as good as she smells?"
With that thought in my mind, I ignore her pleading and slowly but surely kiss her on the lips first before going downward. Taking my time, I devour every corner of her sweet mouth and taste the goodness that she has hidden from me so far. Hesitant at first, I find that her tongue dances with mine almost in a waltz. Around and around, they go. I lead and then she follows.
After taking my time on her delicious mouth, I nip her lip and pull on it before descending to her neck again and licking the place where her throat dips and meets her collar bone. The minute I flick my tongue out and I lick it, she moans a deep guttural moan from down in her throat. I know because I feel it on my tongue while still indulging in the exquisite taste of every part of her.
When I am done with her throat, I feel the hardness in my pants jerk in anticipation as I wander further down. The whole time I am kissing and licking her, she runs her fingers through my hair and knots my strands around her fingertips. She begins to tug on my locks and then shove farther down as if she isn't entirely too sure what she wants.
My nails dig into her flesh while I prepare to make her beg again by going down on her and tasting her honey pot. But there is a lot of kissable skin between here and there that I must attend to first. Flicking my tongue out once again, I run the tip of my tongue on every inch of flesh that is so delicious that it is absurd.
Inch by inch, I alternate kissing and then licking as I continue down further and further. I hear her moan and then plead with me, "Please. I need you now. Please just take me." She begs in a raspy, breathless tone before she shoves my head insistently down further.
I sigh when I reach her soaked folds. Stopping for a moment, I deeply breath in and her fragrance fills my nose with the perfume unique to her, making me almost lose my mind. By this time, my cock almost can't take it anymore. If he doesn't get to release soon in her, he may explode in my jeans because every little movement I make brings me closer to the climax.
Doing my best to ignore him, I lean down to her sweet goodness and flick my tongue out once again. Stopping just short of touching her sensitive folds, I tease her by pausing and watching her eyes that are trained on me like a hawk. The desire there is no lie, I can tell you that. But I am just not too sure if she started this as a way to escape or if she actually did want me.
So, I pause for a minute longer before taking my time and softly licking at first. When I hear her breath catch in her throat, I smile against her and then take her in my mouth before starting to suck. I feel her move and watch her arch her back while moaning.
As soon as I plunge my tongue deep inside her, she cries out in ecstasy and then she lays quiet for a brief second. The next thing I know, she starts to cry softly, and I stop immediately to figure out exactly what is wrong. I raise my head and gaze into her tear-stained eyes before asking, "What is wrong Arabella? Isn't this what you wanted?" I raise an eyebrow in curiosity when she sits up and scoots away from me.
With wavering voice, she says quietly, "I wanted my first to be Chris. I have always loved him, but he doesn't have a clue who I am. The last thing I wanted was to have sex with someone who I barely know. Honestly, I figured you might have me give you head or something and then I could wait till you went to sleep and run home before you ever knew I was gone." Scooting further up on the bed, she struggles to cover her naked body with the sheet and then she looks at me with those damn doe eyes.
I angrily reply before I can calm my inner beast, "You thought to trick me. How quaint." I back up and climb off the bed before standing up and turning around.
Hearing her crying behind me, I don't even care right now. Because as far as I am concerned, they are probably crocodile tears and she is only using them to make me feel bad. My heart aches so much, because all I wanted to do was believe that she wants me and perhaps loves me too. So, as I walk out of the room for the rest of the day, I decide that the next time I see her I will be prepared for her games.