It was my first time. And he made sure I'd never forget it.
"Good," he whispered, spreading my legs apart. "Then just lie back and let me ruin you slowly."
He slid his hands up my thighs, spreading them wider, then leaned in and his tongue
was moving up, slowly.
I swallowed, watching the shift in his eyes.
He kissed me softly at first on the hip, then lower. My back arched on instinct.
"F-fuck." I moaned, softly.
He chuckled. "Just tell me if you want me to stop."
I didn't say anything. Just curled my fingers into his hair. That was answer enough.
It wasn't just that it felt good. It was him. It was his mouth on me. It was how I could barely think, how I had to bite my lips to stay quiet, how I couldn't stop shaking.
"Relax," he whispered. "You're doing perfect."
I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by sensation. The wet, slow drag of his tongue. The way he moaned like he also liked it. It made me dizzy.
"Dominic…" I gasped. "I don't think I can.."
