Her heat was nearly scalding me. It was pure torture to sit here, with only a millimeter of drenched cotton separating me from what had to be the most perfect pussy in the world. 

But I needed her wanting. I needed her desperate. This was new to Rachel, her virginity was glaringly obvious from her nervous gestures, her awkward passivity. I wasn't going to push her. Even though every cell in my body was screaming at me to dive between her legs and make her come until she went blind from pleasure, I needed to hold back until I was certain she was certain. 

And so I waited.

Rachel squirmed underneath me. A beautiful thing. With the light on, I could see that flush creeping across her chest. She was running her hands all over my skin - quite nice in its own right - but even better was the look of undisguised fascination in her eyes. Fascination and... hunger.

"I don't want you to stop." 

She must have read my mind because she said it right as she arched herself into my hand. My fingers slipped along that heat. "Fuck." I brushed them back up again until I found that place that made her inhale sharply and squeeze her eyes shut, and then began to move them right... there. In slow, tight circles at first, while she pressed into me and then pulled away.

It had been years, nearly a solid decade, since this had been enough to get me off. Dry-humping a girl over her clothes? It shouldn't have been enough, but it was so much more than that with Rachel. With Rachel, just the sight of her bare tummy had me sweating. The way her hair had come loose from her braid in sweet tendrils had me completely undone. 

I let her squirm and shiver until a low moan fell from her lips, surprising us both. "Right there, huh? Is that the spot?" I moved forward, needing to watch her face, and planted my hand by the side of my head, propping myself above her. "That's a beautiful thing, yes, just like that. God, you are so beautiful Rachel." I moved my fingers faster over that drenched cotton. The scent of her desire filled my nostrils. "You are so fucking beautiful." I was cursing now, starting to lose it. All the blood in my body was rushing to my dick, leaving nothing to think with. 

Rachel moaned again, opening her mouth as if to scream and then swallowing it back down again. Frustration rose off of her and almost shimmered in the air. Immediately, I understood. That whisper of cotton was suddenly an insurmountable obstacle. 

 I leaned down to lick and suck at her neck as I shifted my hand. Slowly - testing her reaction the whole time - I slipped my fingers underneath that cotton barrier. When they found the slick skin hidden underneath, Rachel made a sound. 

The sound. 

The one I'd been wanting to hear. 

The one she made when she lost control. 

It surprised her. I could see it in the way her eyes flew open, like some part of her awareness was still too nervous to give in. But when my lips closed over the top of her breast, nipping through the fabric, that noise rose in pitch. High and keening, she gasped, and I leaned in to capture that sound with my mouth, my fingers working faster now, bringing her up and up until she went suddenly stiff, a gasping moan dying in her throat, replaced with...

A scream.

Rachel screamed against my mouth and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. She came like nothing I'd ever seen before, shattering from the inside out. I pressed my lips to her neck and felt her pulse race under my tongue, and my own pulse beat a frantic tattoo in my ears. And when her scream fell away in a dying gasp, she inhaled sharply as her eyes flew open and she rasped out a guttural, "Fuck!"

I sat up and stared at her.

She clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh no!" 

I froze. This was it, this had to be her line. Rachel reacted to cursing like she did to loud noises, jumping nervously and staring in the direction of the offending sound. I'd pushed her too hard. I opened my mouth to apologize, but then her eyes went wide and mischievous. "Holy... shit!"

"Holy shit," I echoed, for different reasons. I leaned over to cover her mouth with mine before I accidentally professed my undying love for her. Because holy shit was right. 

She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me to her with such enthusiasm that I nearly exploded right there. "Wow."

The scent of her arousal was still clinging to my fingers, driving me insane with the need to taste her. "I'm not done."

Her eyes went wider. 

I grinned. "I told you I was going to kiss you too."

"You are."

"Not there."

Her chest hitched a little as I slid down the bed and yanked her panties down. My hands were almost trembling in my haste to see her, bare before me. She lifted her hips obligingly, trusting me, and that made me all the more frantic to put my face there and breathe deeply. 

She smelled like every delicious thing I'd encountered, and she tasted like heaven on a plate. Her nervous gasping died away the second my tongue slid against her, and she and I both groaned in unison. I tried like hell to slow down and savor this, but the need to consume her, to devour her and claim her and make her come with my tongue was overpowering me now. I pressed my hands down on her thighs, holding her in place, the better to lick and suck and kiss. I could feel her muscles quivering under my hands, could feel her pussy clenching whenever my tongue slid inside, and I knew she was close, so close. 

I spread my hands under her and lifted, kneeling upward so that her hips were off the bed. The view of her - her smooth skin, her hair splayed across the pillow in a wild tangle unlike anything I'd ever seen on her before - had me harder than I'd been in my life, and I set to work devouring her from this angle. 

She arched, grinding herself against me, taking what she wanted, and I gave her all I had. When her legs splayed out in a sudden electric shock, I held her in place, not letting her shy away from the shockwaves that coursed through her body. And my reward was the music she made as she came on my tongue, and the way she shattered into a million pieces before opening her eyes and staring at me. 

My heart thudded in my ears as I quickly shucked off my jeans. Her eyes went wider as she caught a glimpse of me, but when I pulled the condom from my wallet, they filled with sudden fear. 

All at once, my heated blood cooled, as if ice had been suddenly dumped in my chest.

"Rachel."

"It's okay. I'm okay." She tried to smile. "I'm good. So good."

But there was still that panic in her eyes. Slowly, I leaned down and pulled my pants back up. 

She sat up. "What are you doing?"

She was still flushed and beautiful. My lips still tasted of her, and my fingertips still burned with the feel of her skin under mine. Her cries were still echoing in my brain and there was nothing I wanted more than to make her scream while I was inside of her but...

I leaned down and kissed her once. "I'm good."

"Really?"

"Really."

She sighed a little, and I couldn’t help but catch the relief in it before she smiled. "I don't think I could move."

"It's okay." I grabbed my keys.

She rolled over and reached for me. "Stay?"

I licked my lips. “I was hoping you'd say that."

I slid between her warm, soft, floppy body, wedging myself between her and the wall. When she sighed against me, molding herself to fit alongside me and pulling my arm over her, I knew I hadn't been lying just for her sake. 

I was good. So good.

Really.