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A/N: Here it is, as promised. If you guys are enjoying this new update schedule, be sure to make some noise and let me now in a nice review/comment. You guys make all the work worth it.
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Chapter 9
Words: 11,937
Tag(s): Virgin, Underage, Kissing, Groping, Fingering, Cunnilingus.
Editor: Mr. G
The two teenagers were still sitting on the bed, eyes unfocused as they leaned towards each other. Tomas moved closer until he and Angela were sitting hip to hip. As slowly as he could manage, he allowed his face to drift towards hers, until the sweet smell of her slow exhale filled his nose. Finally, the soft sensation of Angela's lips pressed against his own, sending a wonderful rush of tingles through the sensitive surface. Instincts demanding he deepen the embrace, he forced himself to remain patient and maintain the soft caress until she was ready for more.
They remained like this for several moments. Their lips just pressed together, not moving, just feeling the sensation of their partner. It was an innocent kiss, bereft of the lust both teenagers could feel rampaging through their bodies. Tomas was used to the sensation, Angela less so. And she found herself shocked by the strength of the emotion their proximity inspired.
She'd told Tomas her last kiss had happened a while ago, and she hadn't been lying. The young man she'd spoken about had been thirteen at the time, and she herself had been twelve. Not even close to the woman she was now so close to becoming. And with that maturity came perspective.
That kiss so long ago had been nice, clumsy, but nice. But that had been it. She remembered her mind wandering at the moment, noticing things like the soft grass and dirt as she shifted her weight or the sensation of the wind on her shoulders. Her last kiss had been a good memory of a dream she could never have. It had been innocent and sweet like twelve-year-olds are supposed to be. But she wasn't twelve anymore. And this kiss permitted no such distractions.
All she could feel was her own heartbeat pounding in her chest. The warmth and solid shape of Tomas' side so close to her breasts. The heat inside her body was almost tangible. A pressure that swirled and twisted and burned, but also collected. Between her legs, she could feel that heat at her core. The drugs all the women were forced to consume no doubt had a part in her responsiveness. But her eager youth did nothing to dissuade how it spread throughout the rest of her body.
It's what allowed her to forget, however briefly, the fear that had gnawed at her stomach for so long. It's what allowed her to lean into Tomas even further, allowing the softness of her breasts to mold against his chest as he turned to accept her shape. And it was what allowed her to enjoy the toe-curling pleasure that followed feeling Tomas start to move his lips against hers.
Tomas remained slow and careful even as he began to move them along. Angela didn't respond right away to the way his lips moved against hers, too busy struggling to keep her breath even. Eventually, she began to make an effort mirroring what he was doing, sucking against his upper lip as he paid attention to her bottom. The effect drew the first taste of his saliva into her mouth, sending another bout of tingles through her lips and tongue.
He tasted sweet, like the snacks and candy she'd first discovered only hours ago. She could still taste the flavor of sugar bombs on his breath which only made her appreciate the treat all over again. She found herself opening her mouth of her own volition, breathing in his breath and filling her lungs with hot air streaming from his mouth.
She was a natural, reacting exactly as her body bid her. It was as easy as turning her brain off, which gave the added benefit of ignoring the consequences most teenagers were warned about. These two had a special freedom in that, not only were they allowed to give in to the voices screaming at them to give into their bodies, they were expected to. A pressure that disappeared as soon as they realized the benefits. Thankfully, at least one of them was able to control himself and not get swept away completely by the rush of hormones. And even then, Tomas only managed to pull away when he felt her nails start to dig into the plains of his chest.
They broke apart with a gasp, Angela's face still stretched towards his as he pulled away. The sudden access to oxygen was recognized and the pair openly gasped, feeding their much-deprived brains and regaining the ability of rational thought. Angela's eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and drunk. Tomas took the picture in, his gasps shifting as a smile twisted his lips.
"You sure you need me to teach you anything?" A breathless laugh escaped him as he allowed his hands to pull Angela closer. She didn't fight the gesture at all, grateful for something to lean on as she fought to regain control of herself. Soon her head was resting on his shoulder, her face close to the crook of his neck, which shivered every time her breath broke against the flushed surface.
"Seriously, you're a natural." His hand slipped down to settle on the slope of her waist. Her own remind on his chest, pressed flat to enjoy the hammering pace of his heartbeat. It was comforting for some reason. To know he was as affected by her as much as she was by him.
"My tutors always said I was a good student," she grinned to herself, amazed at how free she felt. Unfortunately, as more of herself came back from the haze of pleasure, self-consciousness began to reappear.
"I- I apologize if my actions are too unseemly." Her already flushed cheeks darkened as she flinched at her own actions. It was like she'd completely forgotten everything she'd ever learned about manners. "Oh goodness, I promise I'm not usually so uninhibited. I've simply never felt anything like…" She didn't finish, cut off by the sensation of Tomas' hand starting to stroke her side.
"You're doing fine," Tomas promised. His face turned to speak against the crown of her head. Her hair smelled clean and feminine and sent a thrill below his belt. "Like I said, you're a natural. Your body knows what to do, just don't be afraid to listen. I'll take care of you and let you know if somethings not going right. But, so far you've been doing much better than I did in your position."
Angela's face flushed at the praise. Was it really a compliment when he was talking about that? But the pride suddenly swelling in her chest suggested, yes. Yes, it was. Closing her eyes, she shifted to press her face into his chest allowing herself to enjoy the moment and lock away her mother's voice telling her to second guess her every action.
This felt nice. Just sitting close to Tomas as their hearts pounded in unison. And that's all that mattered. Things like propriety and manners and etiquette weren't important here. She could just be free and do as she liked. A prospect that was thrilling as it was terrifying.
"Are we going to keep kissing?" She lifted her face to look at him, a guilty excitement playing in her blue eyes as she bit her lip. The expression didn't change, even as Tomas openly chuckled at the unashamed joy.
"If you want," he nodded. "I certainly wouldn't mind. But, ah, honestly, it seemed like you were trying to push things a little past that when I had to pull away?" He motioned towards her hand still clutching at his shirt. She followed his gaze, only to blink at the realization. "Do you think you would be comfortable if we started taking some clothes off?" He continued, only to watch her eyebrows jump to the top of her brow.
Angela's face had just begun to cool when he made his suggestion. Even more embarrassing was that he was right. She had been admiring his body, so sturdy and different from her soft curves. Still, that didn't make the prospect of exposing herself any more desirable. Objectively, she'd understood that to make a child she would need to undress, but that was very different when that time was suddenly now.
Tomas could see her panic and fear as her breath hitched. Putting on a comforting smile, he patted her hand on his chest before pulling away to give them both some space. A look of pain flashed across her face as she wondered if her hesitation had annoyed him. But Tomas was quick to reassure her.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Listen, I get if you're nervous. You wouldn't believe how self-conscious I was the first time I had to be naked in front of some woman. It's scary and vulnerable." Angela couldn't help but nod her head in agreement. "Tell you what, how about I start? Maybe you'll be more comfortable if I'm naked first?" Tomas offered, earning yet another wide-eyed stare.
"It's okay. Just tell me when to stop if you start to feel uncomfortable, or if you just want to take a moment to touch." He winked at this, flooding her cheeks yet again with crimson coloring. And yet, she didn't say no. Instead, she gnawed on her lip, a habit her mother had spent her entire life trying to correct. Tomas took this, as well as her anticipatory stare, as her answer before reaching for his boots.
Tomas couldn't help but reflect a bit on the situation as he began to strip for a teenage girl. He didn't make a show of it, he didn't start dancing anyway, but he did find himself remarkably calm as he felt his feet pop free from the heavy vault boots.
Thinking back on the story he'd just told, he couldn't imagine how much more comfortable he'd gotten with these kinds of things. It was just, after undressing in front of twelve different women and nothing drastic happening, he eventually lost that nervous edge. No, he wasn't a muscle-bound Adonis. But neither was he horribly disfigured. Most seemed to disregard his body as average, with the exception of his… equipment. But, that was more due to the drugs than him.
Angela though… Angela seemed different. Past the embarrassment, past the worry for her own turn, there was a curiosity that bordered on excitement. She was actually eager to see him. Which… made sense. No, he wasn't anything special to look at. But he was still more than anything else she had seen. For better or for worse, he was going to be the first example of living male anatomy she'd ever seen. And reaching for his zipper, he just hoped he didn't disappoint…
Tomas was still sitting on the bed as he opened the front of his jumpsuit down to his lap. Instead of getting up and doing away with it all together, he let the material pool around his hips, exposing the white tee-shirt beneath. Still watching him, Angela's unbroken attention didn't waver even as her teeth clenched seeing the innocuous fabric of his top. It was what was underneath that demanded her attention and knowing he was one layer away from exposing a good amount of skin.
Believe it or not, she did find Tomas somewhat attractive. Nothing that would keep her up at night, but she could still appreciate what he had. So, when he reached for his shirt, eyes still carefully watching her reaction, Angela knew her blush was visible and was only getting worse as he slowly drew the fabric over his stomach and chest.
There was a brief moment his face was obscured by the material as he slipped through the neck hole. But he was back in a matter of seconds, the same slight smile and patient stare meeting her own anxious excitement. Except now her attention was drawn lower towards a very bare chest.
Angela's breath was audible as she sucked in a slow lungful. This was even better than sugar bombs, and it still gave her that sneaky thrill, like she knew she was enjoying something she shouldn't. Tomas wasn't about to stop her, however, and in fact paused, seeing she needed a moment to adjust to the new step they were about to take.
Part of Angela was afraid of coming off as creepy, but a louder part reminded her that Tomas had offered to strip first so that she could get more comfortable with the idea. Well, she didn't know if she was more comfortable, but she appreciated the opportunity. After all, it wasn't like she'd had much of a chance to be around shirtless men. But she was starting to see the appeal.
Her eyes locked onto the exposed flesh, delighted by the soft pink complexion and subtle strength hidden beneath a wiry frame. He was a little on the thin side, but he wasn't a skeleton either. And the muscle that was there seemed solid enough. Following the angle of his collarbone to the pale shade of his nipples all the way down to his navel, it was amazing she didn't bite through her already abused lip. Finally, her observation was broken by a low chuckle.
"Hope I won't cause too many nightmares." He grinned at her appreciation.
She shook her head at his words, but otherwise ignored the embarrassment of staring so closely. "No, no!" Angela denied with her own laughter. "You're pretty! Oh, um. I mean, handsome." She winced at the slip-up, but part of her did think of Tomas as pretty. His slender figure wasn't the most masculine. And despite a fairly square jaw, the length of his hair and softer blue eyes didn't help. Another year and a haircut would no doubt help these issues, but for now "pretty" definitely seemed apt.
Tomas laughed her comments off. "It's okay, I guess I'm alright with being pretty. Just, ah, don't tell Camille I said that. Ever. Please. I will never hear the end of it." This only earned him another chirp of laughter, no matter how much she tried to stifle it.
"Do you want to touch?" Tomas offered suddenly. So suddenly, Angela's head jerked back in surprise. But staring at him for confirmation, when he didn't retract his offer, the young woman had to accept that he was serious. Considering the proposal for a minute, the temptation was only overridden by her curiosity, both encouraging her to scoot closer so that she could lay her hand on the broad expanse of his chest.
His skin was smooth and soft, she immediately took notice. The warmth from his body was comforting against her still sweaty palms. Which traced across the pale expanse, stopping only to allow a fingertip to trail around a nipple. And all the while, Tomas appeared content to relax back on his elbows as the young virgin made herself familiar with his body.
After a few seconds, Tomas closed his eyes against the sensation. He enjoyed the touch of her hand and the way she so nervously touched him. The gestures were innocent for the most part. But occasionally he would feel her grope an aspect of his person. Not for the first time, he found himself enjoying the position of the teacher, taking delight in her every reaction while looking forward to the steps yet taken. And speaking of, feeling her hand finally fall away, he knew it was time to move on to the next one.
"Satisfied?" he asked, smirking as she quickly nodded her head.
"I wasn't expecting to enjoy that as much as I did. You're actually not that out of shape," she complimented.
Tomas snorted. "Thanks. I think the drugs are helping, though. It's not like I'm working out. Well, unless sex counts. Which, I don't think it does." He'd worked up a sweat enough times to know he needed more than cardio to fill out his frame. "Anyway, you think you're ready to move on?"
His question forced Angela to blink before her gaze flickered towards his still covered lap. "Do you mean…" she looked again, more obvious this time to make her meaning clear. The entire time her cheeks were burning.
"If that's what you want," Tomas offered, blushing just as deeply despite the calm demeanor he'd managed up to this point. Apparently, he wasn't completely comfortable putting himself on display. "But, actually, I was hoping you'd be able to return the favor." His hint was obvious, but he made it even more so, gesturing towards her top.
Angela's first instinct was to blanch, the same nervous energy twisting her stomach. It was much harder than she'd realized to shrug off sixteen years of conditioning. For as long as she could remember, her mother had made a point in instilling in her daughter what was proper and expected of a young lady. The most important lesson being modesty. And now, she was expected to forget everything and expose her body in its entirety? A shiver tickled her spine leaving goosebumps in its wake. Thankfully the spike of fear didn't last long.
She needed to remember that she'd prepared herself for this. That she'd known this would happen even before she approached the famous vault's savior. She'd known that she would need to get naked and be touched and most likely touch him back. At the time, the very idea had been too strange to take seriously. Which had been the key to her impossibly casual approach. That was no longer the case.
She hadn't even been able to imagine going through with the act, even if she'd allowed herself to become resigned to that reality. The few time's she had allowed her imagination to broach the subject, her mind had filled with cold images of an empty room where she would stare up at the ceiling while she was emotionlessly inseminated by a man she didn't know. But, when given the option, she'd picked the opposite. And that was for a reason. For all her fears, there was something about Tomas that made her want to feel what was about to happen.
She wanted to lose her virginity to a boy she cared about and who cared about her. He had helped her realize that. A simple wish, but one she was so grateful to see come true. Even if they'd only known each other for a few hours, both could feel sparks of a friendship in the making. And he'd done nothing but show concern for her and her feelings. Something her own family rarely managed to make obvious.
If she had to have a baby, then she wanted to at least control how it happened. She wanted to be kissed and to kiss and feel what everyone else got to experience and feel what it was like to have someone look at you and want you. All of you. And casting a shy glance towards a still patient Tomas, Angela could feel her heart lurch as she recognized the excitement just behind his compassion. No matter how comforting he was trying to be, he was still a teenage boy, and her a teenage girl. And he wanted to see her. And maybe, part of her wanted him to see her.
A confidence was inspired by the realization. The nervousness was still there. But as she reached for her collar, it wasn't resignation or pressure that compelled her to expose the white tank top underneath. Rather, she could feel her heart start to race, her own excitement mounting as Tom's blue gaze tipped to appreciate the newly exposed skin. Finally, feeling the zipper reach her belt, Angela found herself already more exposed than she'd ever been allowed with a boy. And it felt great.
For Tomas' part, it didn't feel too bad either. He'd been worried for a moment seeing the hesitation as she worked up the nerve. But just as she'd been able to see his excitement, he couldn't help but enjoy the daring gleam that sparked in her clear blue eyes as she peeked up at him gauging his response. Never one for subtleties, he made sure to give her one. Openly looking down too appreciate her body.
Angela's proportions weren't as pronounced as a lot of the women he'd been with, but then, he hadn't been expecting her to be. Strangely enough, the drugs in the vault that affect fertility didn't seem to affect women the same as those who've already gone through puberty. To that effect, the curve of this girl's breasts remained small, yet perky. A boon he'd not yet gotten to enjoy, ironically enough.
Not that older women didn't have their own pleasures, because they had plenty. But what Angela lacked in abundant curves, she made up for in tight, springy youthfulness. She was very young. Everything about her was new and fresh and unaffected by the trials of gravity. It was with a startling understanding that Tomas realized in another life, if he were just a normal teenager, this was the type of body he would have first gotten to explore. Well, maybe his sexual upbringing was a little skewed. But he wouldn't change any of it for the world.
Angela shrugged out of her jumpsuit, mirroring Tomas as she let the material pool around her hips. Left in only a tank top and her bra she was never more aware of how low her undershirt actually fell. Or how her exposed collar drew the attention of the shirtless boy sat beside her. It was embarrassing, but in a good way.
Goosebumps ran along the exposed skin of her shoulders where she could feel his gaze on her body. Would that tingling feeling spread the more she took off? Would she eventually feel the same self-conscious pleasure on her breasts? Part of her ached to find out. So, biting her lip, her fingers found the hem of her tank top, slowly forcing the material over the flat expanse of her tummy until she could feel the bland cotton of her bra against her fingertips. Forcing the material over the meager swells, soon the plain garment was pushed into view, revealing a hint to the full shape of her breasts as well as a wealth of cleavage.
Angela's hands clutched the cloth to her midsection before she managed to reveal her full torso. Watching the fabric fall to her lap, Tomas greedily enjoyed the newly exposed flesh, just as pale as the rest of her porcelain figure. The slender shape her jumpsuit had hinted at was suddenly in full view, revealing an impossibly small waist.
So tall and thin, an idiot might call her shapeless. But Tomas knew better. He could see her curves, subtle as they were. And recognized, in another life, her exotic features and proportions might have allowed the girl in front of him a very prolific career as a model.
It was so different from the heaving breasts and fanning hips he was used to appreciating. But he found himself just as attracted, if not more so by the chance to experience something totally new.
Eyes rising from the slight dimple of her belly button, his eyes trained on the last garment clinging to her chest's modesty much like a wolf stocking its prey. And as he watched her hands start to reach for the clasp in the back, her chest jutting forward as she contorted, Tomas found his idle hands reaching out to touch her shoulder. Expression wide, the eyes that had been watching him so diligently blinked at his interruption.
"Let me do that part," he offered, his voice dropping to a husky tone as his own arousal seeped into his brain. The effect sent a new kind of thrill through the young woman, who couldn't help but shiver feeling a shot of something in the space just below her navel. Swallowing against her throat, her eyes widened, but otherwise did nothing to stop him.
Taking her silence as acceptance, Tomas allowed his hand to trail across her bare flesh, over her bra strap and up along the long, slender shape of her neck. Cupping her cheek, he stared deep into her eyes before moving forward for another kiss. And rather than flinch away, the young woman was all too happy to accept the shift in tone, meeting him halfway and immediately falling back into the slow rhythm they'd found before parting.
It was like they never stopped, allowing the rush of attraction to pull their two bodies against one another. Except, something had changed; which both teens immediately noticed as soon as their flushed, slightly sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Naked flesh on naked flesh. The sudden sensitivity couldn't be ignored. And Angela found herself amazed at how good it felt to feel another person rub against her.
Less surprised, but just as appreciative, Tomas didn't hesitate to grind his chest against his partner. It was nearly perfect, softness melding against his harder shape. But there was still one last garment to dispose of before they could really feel each other's bodies. Thankfully, his hands were no longer idle as they pulled her against his chest, allowing him to reach around her upper body towards the metal hooks standing between him and a beautiful pair of breasts. Such a crime could not be tolerated. Thankfully, he was no fumbling virgin, and following the gentle rise of her spine, he made quick work of the offending underwear.
The elastic snapped as soon as the straps were free. Falling slack around her breasts, their shape hardly shifted against her chest. It was a small matter of brushing away the straps till dropping from her shoulders until a pair of soft pink nipples greeted the room. The cups fell to her lap and then to the bed where it would be forgotten for the next few hours.
Angela's moan filled Tomas' mouth as she pressed her bare breasts against his chest. His body was so much wider than hers, quite broad despite not seeming so. She fit against him perfectly, it was easy to forget that her breasts were suddenly out in the open. It certainly helped that Tomas was keeping her distracted, sucking and pressing and nuzzling against her lips. But then, that wasn't on accident, was it?
The fear she'd felt reaching for her bra was completely washed away as soon as Tomas had offered to take charge. Preparing herself to be ogled, it would seem her lover was more polite than she had managed and forewent the exchange altogether. Not that he wasn't taking any time to appreciate her newly freed assets. No, she could feel his body press against hers, testing the youthful spring of her petit shapes as well as the soft texture of her skin. But he went about it in a way that gave more to her than simply looking her over like a magazine cover.
She expected to be seen by him, just as he no doubt expected to see her. But in his thoughtfulness, he managed to erase the pressure of the moment, stringing it in with the myriad of other moments and sensations the day was about to unfold.
Forgetting her shame, Angela's hands moved up from Tomas' chest up towards his neck. His lips burned against her own, hungry and warm and soft. She wanted to feel more, she needed to be closer, which is how she found her hand snaking up into the long locks of blond hair dangling around her face. Testing her nails against his scalp, she didn't hesitate to urge him harder against her mouth, demanding that they deepen their embrace. In answer, Tomas allowed himself to be urged forward, and in effect, over the girl in his bed as she slowly began to fall back to rest against the soft comforter.
Angela didn't even notice she was laying down. Not until she tried to pull back for air, only to find she had nowhere to go. Tomas read her needs as delicately as ever, however, and allowed his lips to transition from her lips, down her cheek and to her neck where he quickly made himself at home. Gasping for breath, Angela's eyes snapped open feeling his lips start to pull at the sensitive area, sucking and then licking at the nubile flesh until her breathing turned to something else. And as a full moan retched itself from Angela's lungs, it was the first time the young girl realized she was capable of such a noise.
It would not be her only example. Hearing the lustful sounds for himself, Tomas didn't hesitate to make himself familiar with this sensitive crook of vulnerable flesh. He pulled more and more sounds from her, relentless in his affection as he licked the salty perspiration from her skin. She tasted delicious, so soft against his lips. It made him crave other parts of her, no doubt even softer. Hearing her moan once more, he quickly made the decision it was time for him to get to know the breasts he'd been rubbing against for the last ten minutes.
His motions were subtle and practiced. Angela groaned in displeasure feeling the friction between their bodies lessen. But Tomas didn't allow her to suffer for long. Allowing his hand to travel up the curve of her hip, he counted the rolling bumps of her ribs until soft skin began to rise from the natural curve of her torso. Suddenly his fingers were pressing into the distinctly feminine sensation of a breast.
Big or small, it didn't matter; Tomas found as his crotch began to throb with approval. Moving to cup the small curve, he found the shape of Angela's breast fit perfectly into the curve of his hand, the small pink nub of her nipple tickling the center of his palm. It was already so hard, a turgid little pebble demanding attention. Which Tomas had already shown he gave freely. Smiling, even as he continued to molest Angela's throat, he allowed his finger to close around the blushing tip.
It's kind of funny how air works. Angela had grown up her entire life being taught that, when out of breath, all you needed was to breathe faster to satisfy the body's need for oxygen. She was quickly learning that this was a blatant lie.
Even as she openly gasped and moaned and shivered, Angela found her panting exertion to be a permanent affliction. Or, at least permanent so long as Tomas continued to lay his lips on her body. But it wasn't just his lips now, a part of Angela quivered to find. No, it was impossible to mistake the sensation of his hand slowly rolling the mound of her breasts against her body, the slightly rough texture of his palm sending a new kind of ache through the orb and injecting a heat that seemed feverish.
Her peeks especially responded in a way she'd never experienced, almost burning with the friction his touch caused. Each one was a like spark that only added to the fire quickly threatening to consume her from the inside out. But hers was a hungry fire and one that demanded even more to fuel its growth. Which is why, finally feeling his fingers focus on the point of her torture, Angela could swear she felt the warmth in her belly clench with glee. An alien sensation, but pleasant never the less. After hearing her own voice cry out so many times, it was natural she would start to feel self-conscious. Thankfully, she knew just the pair of lips to shut her up.
Tomas' eyes went wide feeling the hands still clawing at his scalp suddenly yank, pulling his lips from the feast of Angela's flesh. Confusion turned to pleasure as he felt those same hands draw him back towards Angela's face. Eyes open, a greedy smile stole his face as he was allowed to look upon her, eyes half-lidded, a deep blush smothering the entirety of her features, and pink lips swollen from the abuse of his own. Those same lips beckoned him now, demanding he returned to his worship of their shape and taste.
And taste he did. Feeling the softness of her mouth once again consume him, Tomas moved his tongue without thinking, sweeping across the already abused flesh. Angela, already lost to her own pleasure, arched at the contact. Her lower back lifting off the bed to press against Tomas' stomach. If that wasn't permission enough, Tomas almost winced feeling her nails once again turn sharp enough to draw blood against the back of his head. Without any hesitation, he moved to deepen their kiss, allowing his tongue to press inside Angela's now open, waiting mouth.
For Angela's part, she found herself shocked by her own reaction to it all. The sensation of his tongue on her lips had sent a pang through her entire body. She'd opened her mouth without thinking, only able to recognize she wanted more of what had just been hinted at. But feeling Tomas suddenly shove his entire tongue into her tiny mouth had been a frighteningly new sensation.
The thick, rolling mass of wet muscle coiled inside of her mouth, massaging her own tongue until it was bidden to return the gentle caress. Soon, she was licking back at the writhing appendage and tasting the full sugary rush of his saliva as it saturated her mouth. Of course, she did her best to return the gesture. And soon the two were swapping spit with the best of them. A distinctly teenage pleasure of making out perfected by generations before them.
This is how the two young adults found themselves growing comfortable. Tongues locked and hands openly exploring what the other had to offer, the two slowly began to make their way towards the center of the bed. Angela, on her back and grasping at Tomas' shoulders slowly eased back into the motion until her posture was relaxed and her head rested peacefully on a pillow.
Tomas, looming above his partner, slowly began to relax more and more of his weight on top of her slight form, melting into her shape as she was forced to accept his. Eventually, her still clothed legs found themselves opened to cradle the weight of his lower body, opening to make room for his hips and allowing his crotch to rest against hers.
The pressure inside of his pants finally began to grow to be too much. Until he found himself pressing the hardness of his arousal against the apex of Angela's thighs, searching and insistent for the warm softness they both knew was there.
This time it was Tomas that eventually broke away, a pitiful groan starting in his chest as he could feel a pressure in his balls start to rise from the insistent grinding. As much as he hated to stop, cumming inside of his pants would all but ruin the cool, mature visage he'd been able to craft up to this point. An effort he'd put too much work into to give up now.
The fact that Angela had started to match his motions, shy at first but growing bolder with each roll of her hips, certainly didn't help. Even between all their layers, he could feel the heat steaming from her core, a heat he would soon find himself buried in by the day's end. But not if they kept going as they were. Dry humping was fun and all, but children it did not make. Feeling both their hearts pound, he could see and feel it was time to continue. A prospect he was more than eager to get on the way.
He'd already volunteered to help Angela take off her bra, which had been a pleasure all of its own. Laying a kiss on her chin and then her collarbone, Tomas quickly decided it would probably help things if his services continued beyond her top. Rather than scare her by announcing this, he instead made his way down her body in a way that made his intentions less clear, a hundred kisses burning across her body as he slowly slipped down her nubile form, already shaking under the sensation.
A pause halted his progress as he found his face pressed between the shallow rise of her breasts. He'd spent a good amount of time pulling and rolling the sensitive flesh, much to Angela's delight. He'd never seen a girl so responsive to his technique. And it was a special kind of pleasure seeing her so easily undone by his touch.
Allowing his nose to cress the valley between her cleavage, a subtle shift of his hands showed he was low enough to start what he needed. Which meant he might as well help his new friend by distracting her until the worst was over.
Grinning a silent grin, his kisses quickly changed direction until he could feel the flesh of her boob sink under his affection, all the way until he felt a stubborn nub pressed between his pursed lips. He opened his mouth without any warning, drawing a portion of her womanly flesh into his mouth while his tongue began to draw along the sensitive surface of her nipple.
Angela's back once again arched, and he could feel her hips suddenly buck against his stomach. Even more gratifying, however, was the tight mewl that seemed to squeak from her clenched throat, trying so terribly to keep her pleasure a secret. But he wouldn't let her try. He would force every sound from her that he could until she shouted out in pleasure. To do anything less would be a disservice to this young woman's first time. And all the while, his hands began to travel along the tight curve of Angela's' backside, collecting the material of her jumpsuit and urging it down the thin, shapely muscle of her thighs.
Angela didn't notice the suddenly cool sensation of air blowing against her lower half. In truth, her panties were entirely exposed beneath Tomas' stomach, the crotch soaked through with virgin pleasure as the fire in her core continued to swelter. Wetness poured from her insides with rampant abandon, preparing her for the fulfilling sensation of a hard cock forcing itself inside her opening for the very first time. Well, if wetness was all that mattered then she was more than ready. And if she were honest with herself, Angela might agree.
She needed it. What it was, she couldn't quite say. But there was a hunger between her legs that demanded satisfaction. Rubbing her thighs together had helped some – but not a lot. And feeling Tomas press against her spot had been much closer to what her body clearly craved.
Or, maybe not? Maybe he'd made things worse. It was all she could do to keep from crossing her legs around his back and forcing him against her aching nexus, so she could grind against him until that hunger was sated.
The very idea seemed repulsive, vulgar, but she was quickly learning there was nothing polite about making children, at least not the way Tomas was teaching her. Imagining her own parents like this, the reserved, cold people that they were, it was almost impossible. Which only made her like it more. Forget about her parents and forget about being polite. Whatever it was, she wanted it. And she wanted it now.
"Tomas!" she mewled, a tone so unlike anything she'd heard from her lips or anyone else's. But opening her mouth to make her demands clear, it was the only voice she could find. "Please, I don't- I can't—" she stopped, swallowing against her throat as another small shiver rippled up her body.
Hearing her call his name, Tomas could only feel satisfaction in knowing he'd pushed her exactly like he wanted. His mouth continued against her breast for another ten heartbeats before he finally pulled away. Watching the soft flesh jiggle back into shape as its tip jutted towards the ceiling. He drank in the picture readily but was also aware he was about to see something much greater.
"Don't worry," he promised, running a hand along her figure from the sides of her breast all the way down to her hips. He'd managed to work the material of her suit all the way down to her thigh without her knowing, leaving little to distract from his path. "I'll take care of you. But you need to trust me, okay?" For this, he forced his eyes away from her body to peer into her eyes. Which stared back at him, wanting and desperate.
There was a flicker of hesitation breaking through the heat in her gaze as she seemed to realize where they were at in their evening. For the first time, she looked down at her once alabaster body, now alight with boiling blood and multiple bruises where Tomas had left his mark. Finally, her eyes zeroed in on the state of her pants, or lack thereof, and all breathing seemed to stop. Until it resumed, and her head fell back onto the pillow.
She didn't say a word, instead simply nodding her head before she turned to look away from the picture of him posed between her legs, allowing him to continue.
Tomas’ breath came in a heated sigh. Toying with the elastic of her panties, his touch moved to trace the path of her long legs before capturing the last few inches of her jumpsuit. There was little hesitation left in him as he moved to tear the fabric away, forcing the blue color to peel over her knees and down her calves. At her feet, she was finally free of the snug material, allowing Tomas to throw it over her shoulder.
The motion was so sudden, so enthusiastic, Angela found her eyes widening at the eagerness with which Tomas stripped her. Accidentally peeking from the corner of her eye, her heart nearly stopped seeing him now eye her last visage of clothing with the same hungry gleam.
It was… scary, seeing someone look at her body the way he was. There was so much want, she didn't know if she had so much to give. Idly, she found her thighs pressing together in a vain attempt at protecting her modesty. But she needed to try. she needed to open herself to him to do what she came for. What she had been bid to do. And also, what she wanted to do. Because looking into his eyes, she slowly began to recognize the emotion – realizing why it scared her so much.
That hunger, that need he so openly professed for her was the exact same strength she felt between her legs. It was only then she realized the tight coil of pressure in her belly was the same thing that Tomas felt for her. What they wanted was the same. And only each other could give it. All she needed to do was let go – but she didn't. She didn't want to. She didn't want to be so passive. So instead, she gave it to him willingly of her own volition, meeting his gaze as he reached for her panties and exposing the core of her being.
Tomas couldn't believe the expression on Angela's face when he started to pull on her underwear. So meek, so shy up until this point, she was finally showing a hint of the biting backbone he'd gotten a glimpse of back when Camille had started to push at her buttons. She looked at him unwavering like she was her own wolf, rather than a sheep to be preyed upon. Finally, the thin fabric disappeared over her ankle leaving her utterly bare.
His eyes dropped.
Beautiful, he'd said it twice and he would say it a thousand more times if it could begin to capture this lithe, porcelain, elven creature he'd managed to get in his bed. Now fully nude, he could appreciate all the subtle curves and nooks her feminine grace had developed. At the core of all her pale skin and silken hair, a blushing mound of folds sat between her parted thighs. Open just enough to give him a glimpse of the light pink crevasse that led deeper into her center. A hand on each knee, he silently begged her to open for more. Which she did, shuttering as she felt his eyes on her most private of places.
Naked in bed with a boy she'd only just met, when Angela opened her legs it was as though the sexual energy in the room was tangibly running across the surface of her skin. Everything tingled. Everything felt so sharp. And the bravery in her heart only swelled seeing Tomas' nostrils flare and eyes darkened at the sight of her womanhood.
The pleasure she saw there more than made up for the fragile sense of indecency the action carried. She wanted him to see her as much as she wanted to see him. So, seeing the bulge still sticking out the front of his loose jumpsuit proved only to excite the frustration in her mind. A frustration she would have to do away with. Which is why, allowing herself to be viewed for a few more seconds, eventually she was forced to move, sitting up from her position on the bed to approach Tomas and reach for the prize she'd fought so hard to acquire.
Tomas surprise in Angela only continued watching her get up and reach for his pants. Not that he minded. Naked as she was, it was a joy to watch her limps move and other body parts in so many different angles. Seeing what she was after, he didn't hesitate to lay down and mirror her submission. If she wanted to see him, if she wanted to explore him, he was more than happy to give that gift. Especially after she'd done the same.
Tomas' suit was removed with laughable ease. There was a subtle strength in her thin limbs, which she used to strip her lover without shame. Never before was she so happy about the gymnastics, swimming lessons, and tennis her mother had insisted she learn.
Suddenly a pair of boxers was all that stood between her and the pillar of flesh about to push into her body. Already she could feel a spark of trepidation at the size. But she wanted to see it. She needed to understand what was about to happen to her, even if part of her still didn't believe that she was going to walk away from all this with a baby in her belly. And to do that, she needed to see Tomas' cock.
Steeling her nerves, Angela reached for the elastic around his hips, peeling it over the pulsing lump underneath. Stopping only when the full picture of masculine sex had been bared for her perusal.
"Oh, dear…" the words spilled from her lips of their own volition. Angela hadn't even realized she'd said anything, too enraptured by the picture in front of her. So different from the pictures in her textbooks. And so different from her own imagination. What she saw jutting from Tomas’ lap could only be described as… big.
Long and hard, the constant lead up to their sex had only left Tomas' drug enhanced member even further engorged. A bright red hue swelled underneath the soft surface and the head seemed to glisten from the copious amounts of pre-cum already leaking from his shaft. And below it all, a pair of fragile lumps sat in a pocket of skin, primed to fill her with millions of potential children. It was a mess. It was vulgar. It was… amazing.
"Gonna make a guy blush," Tomas smiled, enjoying the awe in her face as she looked at him. Most women seemed to pause seeing the size of him, and yet it never failed to give his ego a small boost.
Hearing his tone, Angela's wide eyes jumped up to his, the lingering blush ever present as she fought to control herself. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't help the small amount of nervousness that leaked into her tone as she asked, "Is this… are you really going to fit?"
There was doubt in her voice, and rightly so. After all, she knew her own body. And knew the tiny, tiny hole between her legs was not equipped to handle so much. Except, it was, wasn't it? In fact, she'd be dealing with something much larger in about nine months. For the first time since she'd approached the young man, reality seemed to set in as she realized the results of her situation. But it was too late to back out now…
"I'll go slow." Tomas tried to reassure her, nervous at the sudden terror in her eyes. Maybe a big dick wasn't as great as guys thought they were… "Don't worry. It might hurt at first, but it doesn't last." Little did he know, it wasn't this pain she was suddenly so afraid of. Nevertheless, she managed to keep from running from the room, offering a stiff nod of her head instead.
"Okay. I guess it's time. Time to make a baby. Gonna… gonna become a mother." The words were more to herself than to Tomas, and even then, she couldn't deny the alien-ness of the concept. She was about to be filled with a life she would need to carry for nine months. A person that would actually live inside of her. A tiny little thing that would be her family. That would be hers. That would be her… baby? "Oh, goodness…"
The more she thought about it, the more she found herself freaking out. So… she stopped. Or, she was going to. Yep, totally going to forget about the eventual alien ripping out of her body like that one movie she'd managed to sneak past her mother. If only it was really that easy.
"Hey," Tomas reached out, rubbing calming circles around her back. The effort helped, but still didn't totally erase the wide-eyed, deer like expression suddenly stealing her face. Tomas would have laughed if he didn't think that would freak her out even more. Thankfully, he'd been warned this might happen down the road and was well equipped with the methods to fix it.
"Not quite yet," he reassured her. Which by itself seemed to ease some of the stress tightening her shoulders. Still, no matter how relieved, Angela couldn't deny a sense of confusion.
"Then…" she hesitated, wondering if she was forgetting something super obvious. They were both naked. They were both on the bed. They'd already explored each other's bodies enough to pick them out of a line up blindfolded. She at least thought she was wet enough. And if he wasn't hard enough? She didn't want to look if it needed to get even bigger…
Despite her fear, her body didn't seem to care how she felt, still craving that sweet friction between her legs. But before she could worry for too long, Tomas took charge.
"Lay back down," he cut her off, nodding towards the pillow. Looking from the bed back to him, Angela slowly moved to do as she was asked, forced to trust Tomas on his word. It helped that, so far, he'd done nothing to betray that trust. Slightly more self-conscious of her nudity, Angela finally found herself on her back, legs flat on the bed and pressed together as she peered over the bridge of her nose to see what Tomas had planned.
Shifting on the bed until he kneeled over her shins, the full weight of his erection bobbed and dangled with each motion, appearing no less threatening than when she had revealed it. His hands moved over her legs where he began to run them up and down the smooth skin, a familiar gesture that he hoped would help as he began to explain himself.
"I know you're freaking out right now," he stated bluntly. "Just like I know, if I pressed you, you would still let me have sex with you even if you were having a panic attack right up until the end. It just… seems like the kind of person you are. I still don't know why you're doing this, or why you feel you need to force yourself, but I won't try and talk you out of it." His hands continued upward, still massaging as he groped at the tender flesh of her thighs. Angela's breath hitched as she unconsciously pressed her knees together to protect her opening, but Tomas didn't even blink as he continued his gentle kneading.
"I'd like to say that's because I want to respect your decision or that I'm thinking of your feelings." Here he put on something of a reluctant smile. Angela watched him, forcing her breath to remain calm even as his hands slowly made their way up towards the triangle of pale yellow hairs guarding her femininity. His gaze seemed to focus on this aspect, eyes dilating as he spoke of how he really felt. "But the truth is, I just really want to have sex with you."
He glanced up apparently trying to measure Angela's reaction to his admission. And either she was very good at guarding her expression, or she wasn't at all surprised by his news. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised by either. Instead, she just watched him with the same cautious fear clenching her fist and knotting her shoulders.
"Sorry to tell you, I'm still just a guy. And at the end of the day, you're a pretty girl. I used to feel guiltier about that, but… well, I've learned that embracing these feelings will do more for me in this new life than fighting them." Finally, his hands reached the apex of her thighs, fingers splayed out. Kneading the harder bone of her hips, his thumbs pressed between the pale flesh towards her still moist sex. Satisfied, he finally looked up from his work to stare into Angela's eyes, a seriousness she'd never seen piercing her fear as he conveyed his feelings.
"But that doesn't mean I don't care about you." He promised, almost pleading in the way his voice dipped in volume. "I've never talked this much with any of the women I've slept with, besides Abigail. And maybe that's for the best in the long run. But I think of you as my friend. And I want this to be an enjoyable experience for you. I want you to have fun. And I want both of us to have fun."
Angela tried to listen to him, really, she did. But feeling his fingers massage the length of her lower lips, it was hard to focus on anything but the pleasure tingling throughout her hips. Soon she could feel the strength in her limbs failing, allowing Tomas' even easier access to her core. Tomas watched all of this, a sneaky smile stealing his lips as Abigail's instructions rang clearly through his mind.
‘Some women might be scared when it comes to actually getting pregnant. Some might try and convince him that they'd changed their mind. So, it was up to him to find a way to distract them from that fear.' And the best way? Well, Angela was about to find out.
He surprised her by lowering his face and laying a kiss just below her navel. The hairs on her crotch tickled his chin but he just focused on the smooth, creamy texture of the young woman's skin before laying another kiss slightly lower. The sensation of his lips so low on her body finally brought her back to her senses, a wide-eyed expression taking hold as she peered down at the top of his head.
"Wh-what are you—" Her question was cut off as soon as she felt another kiss, this time pressed directly into the nest of curls growing above her slit. Her fears were quickly confirmed as she felt her legs being forced to open, exposing her most private of spots to Tomas' face hovering not even two inches away. She could even feel his warm breath blowing against the moist petals of her sex, inducing yet another shiver to race up her spine.
"You're worried. I'm just going to help distract you until you aren't any longer." Tomas looked up then, smiling a boyish smile that would have actually been kind of cute if Angela wasn't staring at it framed between her pale thighs. Suddenly, her heart was racing for an entirely different reason, and she struggled to keep from jumping off the bed right then and there.
"You don't have to!" she swore, horrified at the thought of him staring so closely at her sex. Thoughts of smells and what she must look like immediately came to mind. "I-It's dirty. I promise, I'll be fine!" Which was a lie. Even if this new fear was more pressing, it didn't delete the unease of getting fertilized.
She couldn't believe that she'd thought she would be able to just close her eyes and not think about it until now. As if she could just ignore a baby growing in her stomach. Part of her was so angry at herself, even though it was someone else who was really to blame. After a lifetime of just doing as she was told, how was she supposed to know this would make her feel any different? But she did. And nevertheless, her feelings didn't change what needed to happen.
"Please, just… do it. I'm ready. You don't have to worry about me." Setting her jaw, she closed her eyes and laid back down, as if that would convince Tomas she was any less afraid. But he had already promised her a night she would be able to look back on fondly. And he already promised her a chance to lose her virginity like a regular teenager.
"See, that's your problem," Tomas rolled his eyes. Looking to his right, he admired the shapely muscle of her thigh before laying another kiss. Again, the motion startled Angela whose pinched expression opened like an explosion in surprise. Flushing at her own response, that embarrassment finally turned to anger as she glared down at the laughing teenage boy.
"Seriously," he brushed her reaction off. "You're too focused on what's going to happen later, then on what's happening right now. A wise woman once told me, sex is supposed to be fun. And you would be amazed at how easy it is to forget that. So, if you can't stop thinking about what's going to happen afterwards…" He trailed off, turning his full attention to the blushing line of folds wafting heat against his face, "Then it's my job to make sure you can't think at all." And without any further warning, he began.
‘Why does that make me so nervous?' Angela was hardly given a moment to process his words before the sensations hit her.
Something she loved most about kissing Tomas was how soft his mouth was. Not too dry and not too wet, he seemed to have the perfect blend of firm yet supple lips. She was learning to appreciate that fact all over again as those same lips quickly made their home between her legs, suddenly kissing her sex with the same tender but sure motions that had made her toes curled when he'd first pressed them to her face. And true to his word, feeling a spike of pleasure spread through her hips and thighs, Angela found her thoughts and worries evaporating into thin air.
Eyes widening at first, a blush hit her cheeks as she audibly gasped. Back arched, her small breasts jiggled at her body's sudden jerking motions seemingly intent on escaping the sudden pleasure as well as pressing harder against it. Tomas hands certainly helped, latching onto her thighs at the first twitch which allowed him to keep her contained. Which also allowed him to continue his tender kisses, mentally going through everything Abigail had managed to teach him on this subject.
It was his first time practicing the skill since his teacher had cut him off. Which was funny considering the dark-haired woman had all but sworn it was one of the most important things she could teach him. Well, he didn't know about that, but it was nice having a secret weapon when he needed it. Sex was fun after all, but not nearly as much when his partners weren't enjoying themselves. The drugs in the vault helped with that, quite a bit if he were honest with himself. But that didn't mean he was comfortable slacking off on his end.
He liked hearing his women moan. He liked knowing that he was the reason. And with each time he could make a woman cum he could feel a little piece of the fearful shy boy he'd been shatter into darkness. Not that he missed him. Feeling confident and having a reason to feel confident was everything he'd ever wanted in life. And boy, did he feel confident.
Angela, bless her heart, only added to that confirmation. Even starting slow like he was supposed to, he could feel her pussy throb against his mouth as he allowed his tender kisses to linger longer and grow firmer with each pass. She was so warm against his face, a veritable oven of warmth that he'd soon feel wrapped around his cock. But not before he took care of her first. Opening his eyes, he looked up past the wispy hairs around his nose to see her clenched expression and smiled against her lips. If she thought this was good then he really might blow her mind.
Which was a very real fear Angela faced. Besides the odd curious prodding throughout her youth, fear of her mother's disapproval kept her from ever exploring her own sexuality. Which was why she found herself so overwhelmed by everything Tomas did. He had tried to make each experience transitional and gradual, but there was only so much time in one afternoon. Eyes clenched tight, it was all she could do to keep them from popping out of her skull.
It was so much, too much. She would have told him if her mouth were capable of anything but moaning and the occasional whimper. It was like he'd stolen control of her entire body from a single point. The only question was, could she trust him with it?
Tomas certainly seemed to think so, as he allowed the full surface of his face to settle against her pink opening and rest there. Feeling her thighs tighten around his head, his nose dipped half an inch to nuzzle the pronounced bead now fully exposed from the hood at the top of her slit. The added stimulation forced what felt like a wave of warm wet honey across his face – prompting him to take his first taste. And opening his mouth, he found a moan of his own rumbling from his chest.
She tasted even better than Abigail, not that he thought he should bring it up. Allowing his tongue to lash out against the soft folds, there was no denying a new sweetness along with the more familiar heavy musk he'd grown used to. No doubt an aspect of her virginal youth.
While he never minded licking his teacher, he'd ever found any reason to enjoy the experience beyond giving his women pleasure. Until now, that is. Tasting his current partner, the rich flavor only made him hungry for more – making his already dutiful motions all the more eager.
Soon his lips were latched around the larger outer lips while his tongue racked through the soft trenches of her core. And with each pass, he was rewarded with a fresh dose of Angela's arousal. Soon his attention began to focus lower and lower towards the delectable source until finally, the tip of his tongue pressed against the untouched opening, tracing the warm hole and slowly applying pressure.
It was only after he managed to work the tip of his tongue inside in her hole that he could really feel the muscles clenching, desperate for anything to bear down on. Allowing one hand to draw from her hip, a slight shift in position allowed him to switch his focus entirely towards the nub hidden in the thin layer of bight blonde hair. Meanwhile, his hand braced against her opening, prepared to give her exactly what she wanted.
Angela didn't even notice the change. Tomas had confidently remarked he intended to make her forget about her worries. Feeling his lips suckle gently against her sensitive nub, the inexperienced young woman found it hard to remember her name. Rather, it was all she could do to keep from lashing out at the overload of sensations constantly assaulting her body.
The hunger between her legs increased. The heat in her belly rolled and clenched like a fist. And most embarrassing of all, she could even feel how wet she was – a slow sensation that dripped out of her body to show just how much she needed to be filled. And all the while her legs were splayed open in the least ladylike fashion, forced around the shape of Tomas' head.
It was like everything she'd experience up until this point was suddenly turned up to the maximum. She didn't even care anymore about how she might look or the sounds coming from her own body. All that mattered was the pleasure and how she could get more of it. Little did she know, her body was steadily approaching an edge as her inner muscles wound ever tighter, ushered on by a young man who'd spent time learning just how to force a woman's body to shatter.
‘—J, K, L, M, N, O- O!' Tomas mentally recited the alphabet as he traced the letters around the young woman's quivering sex. Feeling her thighs suddenly clamp around his ears and her hips lift off the mattress to press against his face, the pressure threatened to smother him. Not that Tomas cared.
If anything, the sharp reaction only encouraged him. Now that he found Angela's preferred letter, he didn't hesitate to trace the slow circles around her throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue, feeling her hammering heartbeat through her sex. Confident that she was suitably distracted, he allowed his hand to press against the slippery folds.
He almost moaned feeling her heat on his fingertips. She was so warm, so ready. But he had to wait, no matter how hard his dangling erection throbbed. Instead, he did his best to focus on her pleasure, as well as the silken sensation of her sex against his fingers. She was already so hungry for something, anything to slip inside of her body. And pressing a finger against her virgin gate, it was like her muscles could sense the long, slender shape drawing him in deeper of its own volition.
She was tight, tighter than anything he'd ever gotten to experience. Not to say the women up till then had been loose, but it's hard to compare mothers and mature women to a sixteen-year-old virgin. Stretching around his body for the first time, it took only the barest amount of pressure to slip inside the sodden folds, enveloping his digit to the last knuckle in warm twitching muscle.
For Angela's part, she didn't seem to even notice the initial discomfort of her first penetration. There was no time to wince or explore the new sensation, only a sudden burst of pleasure from her muscles as they clenched around the intruding item. She wanted more. But rolling her hips against the offered appendage, the rest of his hand stopped him from reaching any farther. And god, did she want him to reach farther. There was an itch inside of her desperate to be scratched. If she could just reach a little more… a little more…
Her frustration finally came out in a plaintive whine, high and spoiled. If her eyes were open, she would actually be glaring at Tomas who she was sure knew exactly what he was doing.
Which, he did. Still circling her clit, he could feel her bucking against his finger and yet did nothing to add to the sensation. As greedy as she might be, she would thank him in the long run when she didn't feel like she'd been torn open for trying too much too fast. He knew better than anyone what it was like to give into your body. But he needed to be the voice of reason, which meant giving her body the time to adjust to the shape of his finger. Thankfully, he wouldn't keep her waiting for much longer.
She was close. So close. Which is why he was sure she was so desperate to jump over the edge of her orgasm. But she'd never experienced that sensation, and therefore had no idea how to do it herself, leaving the task up to him. And while he did enjoy hearing her squeak and groan in frustration, Tomas liked to think he wasn't a cruel man.
A second finger joined the first, stretching the tender walls lining her soft sex in a way that finally earned a flinch. Eyes and teeth clenched, however, where there was some pain, the pleasure was ever more prominent, and Angela latched onto the sensation like it was the only thing keeping her body from exploding into a million pieces.
Her breathing picked up, forcing her small breast up into the air with each gasping breath. And continuing to pick up speed, Tomas began to pump in and out of her burning hole. The two of them would continue like this, rising higher and higher until finally, the pressure building in Angela's core threatened to break Tomas' eager fingers. With a kiss against her now abused pebble, the young man curved his fingers against the slightly raised grove at the top of her channel forcing the young woman over the edge.
Angela's body was suddenly rigid, a single clenched muscle that expanded from the tip of her toes to the gaping jaw stuck open in a silent gasp. Hips arched off the mattress and fingers clenched in the bed sheets, she maintained this position for a number of hammering heartbeats before the need for air forced the moment to shatter, a long groan breaking the silence as Angela fell into a dance of rolling, humping, writhing muscle.
Tomas didn't stop his tender motions even as he watched Angela reach her release. Possibly multiple releases, as he felt her inner muscles quiver and clenched around his fingers multiple times sending a splattering of arousal to drip all the way down his wrist.
Continuing to curl and uncurl his two fingers in a come-hither gesture, Tomas had to focus on matching the motion of her hips rolling against his fist. Even as her humping became quick and jerking. It was only after she was satisfied and the hunger in her body was sated, however briefly, that she sunk back to lay on the mattress. The only sound in the room her desperate need for air.
A/N: hmmm, is this a cliffhanger? *Glances back at last paragraph* I’m not sure if this a cliffhanger. Eh, whatever. Let me know what you guys though. And if you are enjoying this new update schedule be sure to let me know. Looking forward to it.
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