first

I'd never kissed a girl before, at least not like this. A kiss hello or goodbye on the cheek here and there, but never like this.
This kiss was an invitation, a gentle but desperate plea for a beginning. A question without words.

My mouth opened and melted against hers and I felt her shiver as her tongue brushed gently against mine. I had my answer.
With our lips never parting I moved closer and my arms went around her. Hands exploring. Our kiss only breaking when I pulled the bottom of her sleep shirt over her head.
She was naked underneath. Her body seemed to glow in the moonlight.
I kissed her neck and pushed her back to lay on her bed. Her chest was heaving, cheeks flushed. I could hear soft moans as I sank lower, down to her breast, teasing one pebbled nipple with my tongue.
Her hands were pulling at my clothes. Sliding over my breasts and hips and I sat up to remove my own shirt.

She pulled me back on top of her. Skin to skin. I felt her hands sweep down over my back, my hip and to the curve of my ass. She held me close as our mouths continued to taste each other. A quiet moan danced from her mouth to mine.
I could feel her fingertips brushing my inner thigh. A thrill ran up my spine as she moved closer to the apex between my thighs.
My own hands continuing the exploration of her body. Lower down to her taut belly all the way to her blonde curls between her legs.
Our hands found their marks at the same time. Our kiss deepening. Our moans smothered.
My back arched as I felt her drawing circles around my clit. I kneaded her breast with my free hand while my other set to work between her legs mimicking her slow agonizing rhythm.
It was like nothing I've ever known. Tingling currents, sweet softness. Endless kisses that filled me with a warmth all the way to my fingertips. Time stood still. Nothing but teasing tongues, breathless sighs, a building heat that seemed to set my whole body aflame.
"Oh yes," I whispered.
"Don't stop," she said.

Her lips were soft and warm. Her body was writhing as my fingers rolled back and forth across her swollen bud. She was so hot down there. Slick and shivering. My lust was rising until I couldn't stand it any more.
"I want to taste you," I said, nuzzling her neck.
"Please" was her only answer.
Slowly I descended. Running my tongue down her throat. Smiling as her back arched. Down to the swell of her breast, I took one of her pretty pink nipples in my mouth. Licking, sucking. My other hand still strumming between her thighs.
Kissing her ribs, her belly. I paused tracing slow burning circles around her navel with the tip of my tongue.
Down the smooth length of her thigh. My tongue came closer to her intoxicating heat. I blew softly on her pussy. Wanting to take my time, to savour every second, but she tangled her hands in my hair and pushed my mouth against her.
Her silky softness was drenched and I moved slowly, running my tongue through her folds, flicking in and out. I could hear her moan and sigh as her hips ground against me while her hands held my hair tight.

I was consumed by it. The taste of her. Her warm nectar flooding my mouth. My finger slipped easily inside of her soaking pussy and worked her as my mouth continues to lick and suck. Urged on by her body responding to me and her quiet whispers of "don't stop, don't stop."
I felt incredible. That I could make her feel and react this way. Every flick of my tongue or touch of my lips and fingers eliciting a groan, a whispered plea, a tremor running the length of her body.
I lost a sense of everything else except her and the heat building between us, her moans growing louder, longer until she tensed and came apart under me.
Her body went limp as I continued to trace light circles, still savouring her taste. Smiling as I sank my tongue deeper into her folds. Giggling as she pulled me away so she could kiss me.

Her legs wrapped around me as we sank into another long, hungry kiss. Her taste mingled on our tongues. It was so right, so sweet. I didn't want it to end. Her fingers danced over my skin, and my belly tightened as she moved lower, her tongue drawing a spiral between my breasts. Her kisses cascading down my body, her hands seemed to be everywhere at once. My legs parting as if of their own desire. I could feel an ache between them. My breath grew ragged, my heart pounding with anticipation. Something I've never felt before was building up inside of me.

I felt her kneeling between my legs, her hot breath against my swollen lips. A brush of her tongue, so light it made me buck and shiver. I lifted my head so I could see her. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes," I whispered back.
She dipped her head back to my soaking pussy and went to work. Her lips and tongue dancing over my folds. The heat inside of me pulsed hotter with every stroke of her tongue. I was barely able to breathe. The bedsheets twisted in my hands. I almost lost my mind when I felt her finger slip inside of me. Curling and coaxing my orgasm to the edge. I was quickly caught up and swept away by a hurricane of lust and longing. The rhythm of her tongue and fingers had my hips arching off of the bed. My mouth in a perfect O. I couldn't think. Couldn't speak. I felt her hand move to add a second finger joining the first. My hips bucked uncontrollably, the heat inside of me bursting into flame as I lost myself, screaming soundlessly.

After an unknown time, I felt her soft lips on mine. Wet and sweet. I opened my eyes and saw her above me. So beautiful. I dragged her in for another kiss. Our lips crushing together as the ripples of my climax still tingled in my bones. Breaking apart after a long time she flopped back on the bed, breathing a contented sigh.