P-Nut

She lifted her head from the pillow and fixed her blue eyes on mine. Filled with nervous anticipation, I proceeded cautiously, fearing I’d make a grave mistake. I wanted everything to be different than it had in the past. I desired perfection, but my previous exploits had been far from it, leaving me with little hope of a completely faultless approach.

I pulled her jeans down along her legs and past her feet. Her eyes gave warning of her concern, but I didn’t share the perception she had of herself. I saw her as innocent, kind, and beautiful.

I slid my fingers beneath her panties, pausing with my hands at the taught skin that covered her hip bones. As I pressed the tips of my thumbs against the sensitive flesh in the depression of her hips, she inhaled a sharp breath.

The back of her head fell onto the pillow.

I hooked my index fingers underneath the delicate fabric. After receiving no objection, I tugged gently, bringing the red lace with me as my hands slid the length of her thighs.

I dropped the panties beside the bed, and then inched my way between her legs, until my face was hovering over her waist.

She lifted her head and met my gaze.

“Spread your legs,” I breathed. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh God,” she muttered.

Her pleasure was my only concern. I buried my face between her legs, licked her precious pussy from bottom to top, and then flicked the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit.

She pulled the pillow from beneath her head and covered her face.

I looked up. “You like that, do you?”

An almost inaudible uh huh came from beneath the pillow.

“That’s good,” I said. “So do I.”

I continued licking her in the same fashion, from the bottom to the top, circling her clit for some time before beginning the process again. Her hips writhed in response, rising against my face until the pleasure was more than she could bear.

Ten minutes later, she tossed the pillow across the room.

With my tongue resting against her clit, I raised my head. “Is there a problem?”

She lifted her shoulders from the bed and looked at me. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was irregular. “I think I’m going to die.”

“I want you to come first. Then you can die.”

“I think I did,” she muttered. “Maybe like a hundred times.”

“If I didn’t make you scream, it doesn’t count. You’ve got to scream when you come.”

“You want me to scream?”

“If it feels good, yeah.”

“It feels really good.”

I slid my hands underneath her ass cheeks, lifted her toward my mouth, and grinned.

The thought of her reaching orgasm from my tongue lifted me to a heightened state of arousal. I pressed my mouth hard against her mound, then buried my tongue deep inside her wetness. Her scent filled my nostrils, fueling me to bring her as much pleasure as I was able.

I slid a finger inside her, and then worked it in and out of her folds as I sucked her clit with precision. Her moans of pleasure soon filled the room.

I added another finger, sending her into a frenzy. Her hips bucked wildly, forcing her pussy against my face with each thrust.

My tongue danced around her swollen nub while I fingered her tight slit. She buried her fingers in my hair, and then gripped my head firmly. Her moaning became more pronounced. Then, her legs began to shake.

“Holy cow,” she gasped. “It’s…”

In and out my fingers slid. I rolled her clit between my tongue and upper lip, hoping to bring her into a climactic state she’d never known.

I wanted her to want me as strongly as I wanted her, and I was sure if I could give her a heightened state of pleasure, my chances of reaching that goal were realistic.

“Percy…”

“Percy…”

“Holy…”

Her hips pressed against my face, held their position for an instant, and then dropped onto the mattress.

She released my head, released a shuddering breath, and then her every muscle relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at her.

“You weren’t very vocal,” I said. “Was it that bad?”

She lifted her head ever so slightly and then cocked a playful eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Loved. It.”

“Your pussy tastes like honey.”

“Stop it.”

“It does.”

“I’m uhhm. I’m glad you like it.”

I sat up, gripped my rigid cock in my hand, and grinned. “What do you think we should do with this?”

“I uhhm. I know what I’d like to do with it,” she said.

“Tell me.”

“I want to feel you inside of me.”

“I think we can arrange that.”