Part 2

“Shh… just feel it,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers, looking deep, my breath ragged.

And then I went back in.

This time, her lips parted, still scared, but no more running. I kissed her slow, deep, sucking lightly on her lower lip, exploring calmly, tongue against tongue, heat mixing. She let out a low sigh — almost a held-back moan — and I knew there was no doubt left.

That straight girl’s mouth, the one that said she didn’t want it, now surrendered like she was discovering the world for the first time.

Her skin tasted like wine, fear, and curiosity.

My heart pounded hard against her chest, and for a moment, I stopped pressing her arms. But she didn’t try to escape. Her eyes were closed, body relaxed, given over.

Seeing it happen — watching her give in, surrender to her own desire, feel on her skin what she said she didn’t want — set me on fire. It was the power. The power to dominate that newly awakened will. The pleasure of guiding someone for the first time… of being the one to light that flame.

My hand slid slow down her arm, then her waist, tracing every curve with my fingers. I felt a light shiver when I got near her hip, and that involuntary reaction made me smile mid-kiss.

She was goosebumped. Wet. And already lost.

I wedged my knee between her legs, making her feel the heat of my pussy throbbing, pressed against her thighs. Every move, my tits brushed hers, skin against skin, breath against breath. The electric tension between us pulsed straight to my core.

My hand slipped down her belly, with cruel slowness, until it reached her panties. I touched without hurry, over the fabric — and felt it. Wet. Soaked. Her body, even if her mind still said no, screamed for me.

The kiss was continuous, hungry, but in that moment she broke the rhythm. Gasped. Her eyes widened in shock, like reality had snapped back for a second. She tried to pull away, muscles tensing — a last breath of doubt.

But one deeper, firmer touch was enough for her body to betray any intent to retreat.

My fingertips traced the outlines of her intimacy, inside the fabric, and I felt the heat. Her pubic hair, damp, soft, barely trimmed — and totally real. That living, hot pussy, trembling under my touch. She hadn’t prepped for this night. But I didn’t want prep. I wanted her raw, surprised, overcome by something she didn’t even understand herself.

I slid my fingers between her lips, exploring slow, mapping every contour, like sculpting with precision. Her breathing got more ragged, and the first moans escaped involuntarily, almost ashamed.

“Stop… I don’t know… if I want…” she whispered, her voice shaking more from pleasure than doubt.

The tips of my fingers found her clit with precision, and the instant I touched it, she arched her body like something inside her had broken. A deep sigh cut through the room’s silence, and there was no more fight. Just the spasms of pleasure she still tried to hold back… and failed.

My mouth returned to hers — hot, hungry. Tongue sliding with greed, light bites pulling sighs. I silenced her like that, filling every space, every escape. And she… she just moaned. Low, husky, delicious. Like someone who doesn’t know if she’s moaning from fear or surrender — and can no longer tell the difference.

My fingers found a rhythm. The right movement, firm, intense. My palm soaked with her desire. Meanwhile, my other hand slid up her belly, groping her skin like searching for a secret. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it carefully, revealing her tits.

They were gorgeous. Hard-nippled.

Her nipples stiff like delicate buttons calling for my mouth. I leaned over her slow and trailed my lips down to the first one.

I ran my tongue around it, circling slow, savoring the sensitive, hot texture, tasting skin and raw nerves. Then I sucked lightly, drawing with controlled firmness, while my fingers down below kept steady, rubbing her wet pussy with precision. The sound of the friction was almost a wet, indecent whisper, and her body trembled.

With every lick, every finger thrust, I felt her writhe more. Her thighs squeezing my hips, her hips grinding against my hand. Her whole body begged for release.

“You’re gonna… you’re gonna cum…” I whispered between one tit and the other, my mouth still wet from her nipples.

But that’s when she surprised me.

The exact moment her body started arching, on the edge of explosion… she pushed me.

Pushed for real, laughing, face flushed, legs shaky. She scrambled out from under me in a clumsy rush, tripping on the sheet and flopping to the side of the bed.

“You’re crazy!” she said, laughing, trying to compose herself. “Get off, for God’s sake!”

I stayed there, kneeling on the bed’s edge, hand still wet from her pussy, mouth throbbing, smiling like I’d already won the game.

“You’re not getting away…” I said in a low, grave tone, almost a promise.

“Okay… calm down… I just need… to breathe. Seriously!” She was panting. Her eyes begged for a pause, but her whole body screamed otherwise.

“Baby… now’s not the time for games. Come here.”

Her look cut through me. Nervous, surrendered, scared of what she was feeling. Messy hair framing her flushed face, eyes dilated like embers. It was a mix of panic and pleasure that drove me wild.

Before she could think of pulling back again, I grabbed the edges of the light cotton shorts she wore firm, and along with the soaked panties, yanked it all off in one go. She let out a muffled squeak, surprised, and I used the momentum to flip her body, making her lie on her back.

I gripped her thighs hard, spreading her legs until her knees nearly touched her own tits. She let me. Didn’t even try to fight.

Her pussy was right there. Open, wet, throbbing. As alive as she’d never imagined it could be.

I dove in.

My mouth went straight for it, no ceremony, like I knew exactly what I wanted. My hot tongue slid between her plump lips, parting the way to the center of pleasure. I tasted the strong, salty wetness. The hot texture of her skin, damp hairs brushing my face, and swollen flesh pulsing with every touch.

She shuddered. Let out a loud, high-pitched moan that got lost in the pillows.

I sucked hard. Strong. No rush, but firm. I drew on her clit with rhythm, my tongue alternating between small circles and firm thrusts, diving between her lips, exploring everything.

Her legs trembled around my head. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, seeking more. It was like her body had awakened to something it’d never felt before — and now wanted it all, at once.

I pulled back just a second to blow hot air over her. I saw the skin of her groin goosebump, felt her thighs clench. She moaned like she was begging.

“Oh my God… my God… I can’t take it…” her voice was hoarse, almost sobbing.

I went back. More intense. My tongue plunged and pressed. My nose rubbed her clit while my whole mouth sucked. And she… she started to cum.

First, a light tremor. Then, a scream. Loud, uncontrolled. Her whole body arched, hands clutching the sheets like she was falling. And I didn’t stop. I kept sucking, licking, swirling my tongue with wicked precision, while she shook, jerked, and moaned loud, shameless.

“Stop… f-for God’s sake… I’m… I’m cumm… ah… aaahh!”

And she came again. Harder. And then once more.

She lost count. Her legs squeezed me, then pushed, then came back. Her whole body reacting on impulse. She wasn’t in control anymore. Just instinct.

Her breathing faltered, chest heaving desperately. Her hands groped the air — maybe for support, maybe the sanity she was losing.

I continued until I felt she couldn’t take more. Only then, with my mouth soaked, face sweaty, her scent stuck to my skin, did I look up.

She was there. Stripped of everything. Exhausted, surrendered, sweaty, beautiful.

“I don’t know what that was…” she whispered, unable to open her eyes.

I smiled, satisfied. Lay beside her and kissed her forehead, feeling her skin still damp, hot, pulsing.

“That?” I said, voice low, husky. “That was to teach you not to tease a dyke if you’re not sure you want it.”

She laughed weakly, chest rising and falling like she was still trying to come back to Earth.

“Sorry…” she murmured. “I just wasn’t very sure.”

“But you were curious, right?”

She hesitated, but smiled with eyes closed.

“I think so.”

“And did you like it?”

She opened her eyes slow, looked at me with an expression half-shocked, half-smitten.

“Fuck… did I like it? You’re still asking that?”

I laughed, trailing my fingers lightly over her belly, dipping just enough to make her shiver again.

“There’s more… but only if you want.”

“I want.” she answered without thinking. Then paused. “But can I do something first?”

“What, girl? You’re not running again, are you?”

She laughed, turned to the side, pulling the sheet up to her tits, all shy.

“No! It’s just… I need to pee!”

“Go on, go.” I laughed loud. “I’ll wait. But hurry up… because the next part’s way better without panties anyway.”

To be continued…