Our First Time

The following is just for you as it is how I would make you cum for me...

I would start off by kissing you deeply and passionately, swirling my tongue in your mouth. I'd slowly kiss down your neck, giving little nibbles but not enough to leave a mark. Then I would stop. I would use a finger and trace it down your chest and around the edge of your left breast. I'd make a circle around your breast; with each revolution, I'd get just that little bit closer to your nipple. Closer and closer each time, to the point where your nipple is screaming out to be touched. I'd get close, but then I'd realise your other breast needed some attention, especially now that your left nipple is sticking out, nice and hard, begging to be touched.

Around and around I go, circling your right breast, each time getting closer to your nipple and watching it get harder with each rotation of my finger tracing your breast. Just as I get close to your right nipple, I'd remember that your left nipple had been left there wanting more... So I'd used my left thumb and index finger and twirl your left nipple around, sending bolts of electricity from your nipple all the way down to your pussy and even down to your toes. I'd suck on your right nipple that sends waves of pleasure through your whole body. After some time, I'd swap... sucking your left nipple, squeezing your right nipple, sending those bolts of pleasure all through your body.

Your hips will start to rise up involuntarily and that's my sign you want more and need more. So that's when my right hand takes slow steps between my index finger and middle finger all the way down your body, like it was slowly walking down and I know you are anticipating each new touch as it connects you to my fingers. I'm still sucking on your left breast by the way.

As my fingers make their way to your mound, I use my index finger and start to trace around the crevice of where you leg joins to your pussy going up the mound and over it and then down to the other side, like a lower case n shape. I'd start on the outer edge, but I know you'll need more as your hips start bucking again in anticipation. Each time your hips rise up. I stop. Teaching you that staying still and being patient gives you your reward. Each lap I do, I get a little closer, and I know your mind is fighting your body as your hips want to thrust up, getting my fingers closer to your pussy, but you also know I'll stop and wait. It's that delicate balance of your body needing more and you saying to it, be patient my little one, good things are cumming soon enough.

By now. I am touching your beautiful pussy lips. I can feel the wetness seeping out of your pussy and coating those beautiful outer lips, but I haven't made it anywhere closer to what your body wants... for your clit to be touched. Every time I get a little closer, but not close enough, forcing your hips to rise up in anticipation and trying to move your hips so it forces my finger to touch your clit. But I know better, and stop. And wait for your hips to go back down.

Your whole body feels electric, every nerve is tingling and your breathing has gotten faster, its shallower as you know how horny and wet you are and you need to get that release.

So I start using my index finger and slow circle around the edge of your clit. You open your legs wider for me. but I just focus on the base and edge of your clit. I do one circle around your clit, not touching it, just around the edge, starting from the right hand side, and I go over the top of your mound, getting dangerously close to your clit and down to the left hand side, but I don't stop there, My finger goes down in between your outer and inner lips. I can feel how wet you are. All the way down to the base of your pussy and the area between your pussy and your beautiful little rose bud.

I go up the left hand side again with my finger and do a full circle around your clit and back down the right hand side, doing the exact same thing I did before. However this time I surprise you and it makes your heart quiver just a little and my finger traces around the edge of your rosebud, sending a new wave of pleasure that ripples through your entire body. I'll play with your rosebud and it tries to swallow my finger as you are soaking wet by this point thanks to your pussy overflowing with your juices.

I'll continue going back and forth teasing the outer edge of your clit, knowing that it needs attention, it screams out for attention if it could. And then I realise, I've been a naughty girl and forgot to play with your right nipple...

I start sucking on your right nipple and licking it. My right hand now stops while I'm doing this, and it confuses your body... "What have I done wrong?" it thinks... Nothing at all.

Instead, I cup my hand over your entire pussy, your clit can now feel the base of my palm as it rests on it and my fingers slowly play with your wet lips and opening.

I just leave my hand there while I pay special attention to your right breast and nipple, giving it the attention it needs. I can feel your clit twitching as I send new waves of pleasure through your body thanks to my mouth and tongue playing a sensual dance with your nipple and breast. All the while, my right hand is over your mound, fingers playing with your entrance and lips, coating my fingers with your wetness.

And that is just the start and I haven't even started eating you out. Would you like me to continue? I know how to please a woman, because I know how I want to be pleased. I know we are all different, but this is how I would start off.

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Where did I leave you? That's right, sucking on your right nipple, my right hand draped over your beautiful wet, dripping pussy with the base of my palm resting over your clit that is so engorged, I can feel it every time you twitch.

I stop sucking your nipple and look at you. Your eyes are closed and you are breathing short shallow breaths. I put my left hand where your heart is and feel how fast your heart is racing and I keep my left hand there. I gently move my right hand a bit. Enough to make your clit jump in anticipation. You slowly open your eyes and I can see that pleading look, you know that one, the one that says, "Please. I want more. I need that sweet release."

I can feel your heart racing slightly more and I reply, "Soon, my sweet. Real soon. I promise."

With that, I take my hands, ensuring that I keep them in constant contact with you. Using my fingertips I start tracing my left hand down to your mound and raise my right hand off your pussy, keeping those finger tips just above your clit. Now I move my fingers down both of your legs all the way down to your toes. This gives me the opportunity to reposition myself by your feet as opposed to be your left side.

You open your legs for me in anticipation of what you know is coming next. Keeping my fingers connected with you, I gently get onto the bed and on my knees. I graze my fingers up your legs and I slowly bend down, my head invitingly close to your pussy. I breathe in your scent, god you smell amazing, your arousal has dribbled down on to the towel, leaving a nice small wet patch where your bottom and pussy meet the bed.

I gently breathe over your clit giving you that lovely new cool sensation that is a complete contrast to the fire that is burning in your clit as you start to throb involuntarily. Soon, my sweet. Real soon.

I gently tongue your pussy lips tasting your sweet, sticky goodness and start tonguing around the folds of your pussy, tracing the outer nerve endings of where your clit ends down the edge of your pussy all the way up to your clit.

I close my mouth around your clit and slowly start to swirl my tongue around it. This takes you by surprise as you cum instantly and it is powerful as it send shockwave after shockwave of pure unadulterated lust coursing through your whole body. Your orgasm lasts a good 20 seconds and I can see you gripping the bed sheet as you ride each wave of pleasure.

But I'm not done with you yet. I've just got started. Buckle up beautiful, this is just the beginning.

I can feel your body still trembling from the intensity of your first orgasm, your pussy still pulsing with aftershocks. I give your clit one last, gentle kiss before pulling back slightly to look at you. Your eyes are still closed, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, a beautiful, blissful expression on your face.

"Open your eyes," I whisper, my voice soft but commanding.

You do, slowly, and I can see the dazed, sated look in them. I smile, a slow, knowing smile, and I can see a flicker of something else in your eyes, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Trust me," I say, my voice gentle. "Just trust me."

I reposition myself, settling more comfortably between your legs. I take a moment to just look at you, at your beautiful, glistening pussy, still swollen and sensitive from your orgasm. I can see how wet you are, your juices coating your inner thighs, a testament to your pleasure.

I lean in, but not to taste you again. Not yet. Instead, I blow another gentle stream of cool air over your sensitive flesh. You gasp, your body arching slightly at the unexpected sensation. I do it again, and again, each time eliciting a small, involuntary response from you.

"Please," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Please..."

"Soon," I promise again, my voice a low murmur against your skin.

Finally, I grant your unspoken plea. I flatten my tongue and give you one long, slow lick from the very bottom of your dripping entrance all the way up to your still-sensitive clit. You moan, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure, your hips rising to meet my touch.

I repeat the motion, again and again, each lick a slow, deliberate exploration. I'm not trying to make you cum again, not yet. I'm just enjoying you, savoring your taste, your texture, your response. I can feel your body relaxing, the tension slowly draining away, replaced by a slow, building heat.

After a few minutes of this slow, sensual torture, I change my technique. I use the tip of my tongue to trace the delicate folds of your inner lips, exploring every ridge, every valley. I find your entrance and dip my tongue inside, just a little, tasting you, feeling you clench around me.

Your hips begin to move again, a slow, rhythmic grinding against my face. I can feel your arousal building again, your body preparing for another round of pleasure. But I'm not ready for you to cum again, not yet. I have something else in mind.

I pull back slightly, my fingers taking over where my tongue left off. I use my index finger to trace the same path my tongue just took, a slow, deliberate exploration of your folds. I find your clit and begin to circle it, not with the tip of my finger, but with the flat, padded part, applying a firm, steady pressure.

You gasp, your back arching, your hips bucking against my hand. I can feel your clit swelling under my touch, your body responding to the new, more intense stimulation.

"Easy, beautiful," I murmur, my voice a low, soothing rumble. "Just relax. Let it happen."

I continue to circle your clit, my touch firm but gentle, my other hand resting on your lower belly, feeling the tension building there. I can feel your breathing change, becoming deeper, more controlled, as you try to follow my instructions.

"That's it," I encourage. "Just like that. Breathe with me."

I can feel your body responding, the tension slowly giving way to a different kind of sensation, a deeper, more intense pressure building deep within you. I can feel it in the way your pussy clenches, in the way your hips begin to move with a new purpose, a new desperation.

I change my technique again, my fingers moving to your entrance. I slide two fingers inside you, not all the way, just to the first knuckle, a slow, deliberate intrusion. I can feel your inner muscles clench around me, a desperate, greedy attempt to pull me deeper.

"Shhh," I soothe. "Just feel it."

I begin to move my fingers, a slow, in-and-out rhythm, my thumb still circling your clit, applying a firm, steady pressure. I can feel your body responding, the pressure building, the intensity growing.

I can feel the change in you, the shift from pleasure to something else, something more intense, more overwhelming. Your breathing becomes ragged, your movements more frantic, your body a live wire of sensation.

"I... I can't..." you gasp, your voice strained. "I... I think... I'm going to..."

"Yes," I encourage you, my voice a low, urgent whisper. "Yes, my gorgeous lady. Let it go. Don't hold back. Let it happen."

And with a cry that is half pleasure, half panic, you do. You let go. And it happens. A gush of wetness, a sudden, explosive release that takes us both by surprise. I can feel it against my hand, against my face, a warm, wet flood that is both shocking and incredibly arousing.

Your body convulses, a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms that seem to go on forever. I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, a desperate, frantic pulsing as you ride the waves of your orgasm, your juices flowing freely, soaking my hand, my face, the bed beneath us.

I hold you through it, my fingers still buried deep inside you, my thumb still circling your clit, my other hand holding you steady, grounding you as you fly apart. I can hear you crying out, a series of incoherent, desperate sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Finally, the spasms subside, your body going limp, boneless, against the bed. I slowly withdraw my fingers, my mouth leaving your clit with one last, gentle kiss. I look at you, at your face, flushed and glowing, at your body, limp and sated, at the bed, soaked with the evidence of your pleasure.

A slow, triumphant smile spreads across my face. "You are magnificent," I whisper. "Absolutely magnificent."

I watch as you slowly come back to me, your body still humming with the residual energy of your release. Your eyes, soft and hazy, find mine, and in their depths, I see a flicker of something new, not apprehension, but a deep, trusting curiosity. You are mine to explore, and I have only just begun to map the territories of your pleasure.

I shift my weight, reaching over to the bedside table where my treasures await. My fingers close around the sleek, silicone shape of my strapless vibrating dildo. It's a beautiful thing, designed for shared pleasure, with a shorter, curved end that nestles perfectly inside me, and a longer, more pronounced shaft that is destined for you.

I hold it up for you to see, letting your eyes trace its form. A slow, wicked smile plays on my lips. "Are you ready for more, my sweet beautiful lady?" I murmur, my voice a low, husky promise.

You don't speak, but your answer is in the way your legs part just a little wider, in the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips. It's all the invitation I need.

I rise to my knees, and with deliberate slowness, I guide the shorter, curved end of the toy to my own entrance. I'm already so wet, so aroused from watching you, from tasting you, that it slides in easily. I gasp as it fills me, the curved end pressing perfectly against my G-spot, the external ridge nestling against my own clit. It feels like a part of me, an extension of my own desire.

I hold it there for a moment, savoring the feeling of fullness, the intimate connection. Then, with a soft click, I turn on the vibrator. A low, deep hum fills the room, and a wave of pleasure washes over me, starting deep within my core and radiating outwards. I can feel it in my clit, in my nipples, in the very tips of my fingers. It's a delicious, tantalizing promise of what's to come.

I look down at you, my eyes dark with lust. "Now," I whisper, "it's our turn."

I lower myself back down, settling between your legs. The longer shaft of the dildo juts out from my body, glistening, ready. I take it in my hand, not to guide it, but to feel its vibrations, to share the sensation with you for a moment. Then I release it, letting it find its own way.

I don't enter you right away. Instead, I tease you, letting the vibrating tip trace the same paths my fingers and tongue have already explored. I run it along your inner thighs, watching the goosebumps rise on your skin. I circle your mound, the vibrations a maddening, tantalizing promise. I trace the delicate folds of your outer lips, feeling you tremble in response.

You are so wet, so beautifully, gloriously wet. Your arousal has soaked the bed beneath you, a testament to the pleasure you've already experienced. I can see your clit, still swollen and sensitive, peeking out from its hood, begging for my touch.

I oblige, pressing the vibrating tip directly against your clit. You cry out, your back arching off the bed, your hips bucking against me. It's a direct, intense stimulation, and I can see the pleasure etched on your face, the way your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

But I don't stay there. I'm not ready for you to cum again, not yet. I want to draw this out, to make it last, to build the pleasure until you are begging for release.

I slide the vibrating shaft down, parting your wet lips with its girth. I find your entrance and I pause, letting the vibrations tease you, letting you feel the promise of what's to come. I can feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching in anticipation.

"Relax," I soothe, my voice a low, gentle murmur. "Just relax and let me in."

I begin to push, a slow, deliberate intrusion. I can feel your body yielding, opening up to me, accepting me. The feeling is incredible, the vibrations traveling through the toy, into you, and back into me, a shared, intimate connection that is almost overwhelming.

I slide into you, inch by inch, until I am buried to the hilt. We both gasp, a shared, simultaneous sound of pure pleasure. I can feel you clenching around me, your inner muscles gripping the shaft, a desperate, greedy attempt to pull me deeper.

I hold myself there, savoring the feeling of being inside you, of being connected to you in this most intimate of ways. I can feel the vibrations pulsing through both of us, a deep, rhythmic hum that is a promise of the pleasure to come.

Then, I begin to move.

I start with a slow, deliberate rhythm, a gentle rocking of my hips that slides the toy in and out of you in a shallow, teasing motion. I'm not trying to make you cum, not yet. I'm just enjoying the feeling of being inside you, of the shared vibrations, of the way your body responds to my touch.

I can feel your body relaxing, the tension slowly giving way to a slow, building heat. Your breathing deepens, your hips begin to move with me, a slow, sensual dance that is both intimate and incredibly arousing.

I lean down, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. My tongue finds yours, dancing and swirling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrors the movement of my hips. I can taste myself on your lips, a heady, intoxicating flavor that is a testament to our shared pleasure.

I can feel your arousal building again, your body preparing for another round of pleasure. I can feel it in the way your pussy clenches around me, in the way your hips begin to move with a new purpose, a new desperation.

I break the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at you. Your eyes are closed, your face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I can see the sweat beading on your forehead, the way your nipples are hard, tight peaks against your skin.

"You like that, don't you?" I whisper, my voice a low, husky murmur.

You can only moan in response, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure.

I change my rhythm, my movements becoming deeper, more deliberate. I'm not just rocking anymore; I'm thrusting, a slow, powerful rhythm that buries the toy deep inside you with every stroke. I can feel the vibrations pulsing through me, a deep, rhythmic hum that is driving me wild with desire.

I can feel your body responding, the pressure building, the intensity growing. I can feel it in the way your breathing changes, becoming deeper, more controlled, as you try to follow my instructions.

"That's it," I encourage. "Just like that. Breathe with me."

I can feel your body responding, the tension slowly giving way to a different kind of sensation, a deeper, more intense pressure building deep within you. I can feel it in the way your pussy clenches, in the way your hips begin to move with a new purpose, a new desperation.

I change my technique again, my movements becoming faster, more erratic. I'm not just thrusting anymore; I'm grinding, a circular, rhythmic motion that stimulates every inch of your pussy, every nerve ending, every sensitive spot.

I can feel the change in you, the shift from pleasure to something else, something more intense, more overwhelming. Your breathing becomes ragged, your movements more frantic, your body a live wire of sensation.

"Oh... God..." you gasp, your voice strained. "It's... about... to... flood... again."

"Yes," I encourage, my voice a low, urgent whisper. "Yes, sweetie. Let it go. Don't hold back. Let it happen."

And with that, you let go again. Another gush of wetness, another sudden, explosive release that takes us both by surprise. I can feel it against me, a warm, wet flood that is both shocking and incredibly arousing.

I can feel my own orgasm building, the vibrations, the friction, the sight of you, the sound of your pleasure, all combining to push me closer and closer to the edge.

I change my rhythm again, my movements becoming faster, more desperate. I'm not just grinding anymore; I'm fucking you, a hard, fast, relentless rhythm that is designed to push us both over the edge.

I can feel your body responding, the pressure building, the intensity growing. I can feel it in the way your breathing changes, becoming ragged, desperate, in the way your hips begin to move with a new purpose, a new desperation.

"I... I'm... I'm going to..." you gasp, your voice strained.

"Me too," I manage to reply, my own voice strained with the effort of

holding back, of prolonging this exquisite, shared agony. "Me too. Now. Cum with me. Now."

My words are the key that unlocks the final floodgate. With a raw, primal cry that tears from your throat, your body arches into a perfect, taut bow, and you shatter. I feel it first as a clenching, vice-like grip around the dildo buried deep within you, a rhythmic, desperate pulsing that milks the toy with each wave of your orgasm. And then, I feel the gush, a warm, wet torrent of your release that bathes my thighs and soaks the bed beneath us, a final, beautiful testament to the pleasure I have given you.

The feeling of your orgasm, the sight of your face contorted in ecstasy, the sound of your cries, and the deep, relentless hum of the vibrator buried deep inside me, all of it coalesces into a single, white-hot point of pleasure at my core. It's my turn.

My own body seizes, a powerful, convulsive shudder that racks me from head to toe. I throw my head back, a guttural moan escaping my lips as my orgasm crashes over me. It's a deep, internal explosion, a wave of intense, pulsating heat that radiates outwards from my core, flooding my senses. The toy inside me pulses against my G-spot, the external ridge vibrates against my clit, and the pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that for a moment, I forget everything else. I forget you, I forget the room, I forget myself. There is only the feeling, the raw, primal release.

We are a symphony of shared ecstasy, our bodies moving in perfect, synchronized harmony. Your cries mingle with my moans, your convulsions mirror my own, our juices mixing in a beautiful, messy testament to our shared pleasure. It's a moment of pure, unadulterated connection, a fusion of bodies and souls that is both terrifying and exhilarating.

The waves of pleasure slowly subside, leaving us both limp, boneless, and utterly spent. I collapse on top of you, my body slick with sweat and your essence, my head resting on your chest. I can feel your heart beating, a frantic, hummingbird rhythm against my ear, a perfect echo of my own.

We lie there for a long time, just breathing, just being. The room is silent, save for the soft, post-coital hum of the vibrator, a gentle reminder of the pleasure we just shared. I can feel the toy still inside me, a pleasant, lingering presence, a connection to you, to this moment.

Finally, I stir, reaching down with a shaky hand to turn off the vibrator. The sudden silence is deafening, a stark contrast to the cacophony of pleasure that filled the room just moments before.

I slowly, carefully withdraw the toy from both of us, the loss of its presence a sudden, aching void. I toss it aside, my arms wrapping around you, pulling you close, holding you as if I'm afraid you might disappear.

I look at you, at your face, flushed and glowing, at your body, limp and sated, at the bed, a beautiful, chaotic mess of our passion. A slow, contented smile spreads across my face.

"Wow," I whisper, my voice soft, reverent.

You can only manage a weak, breathless laugh in response, a sound that is more beautiful than any music I have ever heard.

I lean down, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. It's not a kiss of passion, but of affection, of gratitude, of a connection that goes beyond the physical.

"You are amazing," I murmur against your lips. "Absolutely, fucking amazing."

And we would lie there, tangled in each other's arms, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, our hearts beating in a slow, steady rhythm, a perfect, contented syncopation. And we would know, with a certainty that is both terrifying and exhilarating, that this was just the beginning. That there were so many more pleasures to explore, so many more boundaries to push, so many more orgasms to share. And I, for one, couldn't wait to discover them all with you.