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My words hung in the air, a promise of worship. Sarah was trembling, her hands gripping my shoulders as if they were her only anchor in a storm of new sensations. She was completely bare, completely vulnerable, and her wide, terrified, ecstatic eyes never left mine.

I leaned forward, my lips parting. My first touch was not on her clit, but on the delicate skin of her inner thigh, just centimeters away. She gasped, her entire body flinching. I kissed her there, softly, then again on the other thigh, showing her this was an act of adoration, not aggression.

"It's just me, Sarah," I whispered, my breath warming her skin. "I'm just... tasting."

Her small, blonde tuft of hair was silky, and I nuzzled my face against it, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent. She smelled clean, like soap and girlhood, but underneath was the sharp, electric tang of her arousal. She was already so wet, her own body betraying her shyness.

My tongue flicked out, its first deliberate touch tracing the outline of her perfect, closed folds.

The reaction was immediate. A sound I had never heard before—a strangled sob and a gasp—tore from her throat. Her hips snapped back, a purely reflexive attempt to escape a sensation so new and so intense it bordered on pain.

I didn't stop. I kept my hands firmly but gently on her thighs, holding her in place. "Shhh," I soothed. "Stay with me, Sarah. Don't run from it. This is your pleasure."

I used my tongue to gently part her. Her delicate pink inner lips unfolded for me, revealing the glistening, untouched pearl of her clit. She was a pristine flower, and I was the first to see her fully bloom.

I began slowly. I licked the length of her, from her entrance up to her clit, a single, slow, wet stroke.

She cried out my name, her voice high and thin. "Oh, God... John..."

Her body was a mystery to her. She had no idea this was possible. I licked her again, this time circling that sensitive, hidden nub. Her hips, which had tried to pull away, now did the opposite. They gave a small, jerky, involuntary push forward.

"That's it," I praised, my voice muffled against her. "You like that, don't you? You can't help it. Your body knows what it wants."

I increased the pressure, taking her clit between my lips and sucking, just gently.

It was too much for her.

"No... please..." she sobbed, but her hips pushed against my mouth again, harder this time, her fingers digging into my shoulders with painful intensity. "I can't... I... it's too... aah!"

"You can, Sarah," I murmured, my tongue moving faster, flicking and swirling, building a rhythm. "You're doing so well. Just let it happen."

Her breathing was gone, replaced by frantic, shallow gasps. She was on the very edge, teetering on the brink of her first-ever orgasm. Her entire body went rigid, her slender legs locked straight. She was fighting it, terrified of the unknown peak.

"Don't fight it, sweet girl," I commanded, my tone firm but loving. "This is a gift. Take it."

I focused my attention entirely on her clit, sucking it into my mouth with a firm, steady pressure, my tongue working a relentless, rapid rhythm.

"I'm... I'm..." she stammered, her body vibrating like a plucked string. "I'M CUMMING!"

She screamed the word. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated shock. Her body arched violently off the bed, a rigid bow of tension. She was so tight, so overwhelmed, that her climax was a convulsive, shattering event. She cried out again and again, high, keening sounds that were lost in the pillows as her legs gave out completely.

She collapsed.

I didn't stop, but I gentled my touch, lapping at her softly, licking away the sweet, clear flood of her release as she trembled through the aftershocks. She was sobbing now, real tears of shock and release, her body limp, her hands having slipped from my shoulders to cover her face.

I continued to kiss her softly, gently, until her shudders subsided into mere trembles. Finally, I pressed one last, chaste kiss to her inner thigh and pulled back.

She was a beautiful wreck. Her pale skin was flushed pink, her blonde hair was plastered to her temples, and she was curled on her side, hiding her face as she wept quietly.

I didn't speak. I stood up, went into my adjoining bathroom, and wet a clean face cloth with warm water.

When I returned, she was still curled up, her shoulders shaking. I knelt on the bed beside her and gently pulled her hands away from her face. Her eyes were red, her cheeks wet.

"Shhh," I soothed, my heart aching with a powerful, protective tenderness. I used the warm cloth to gently, carefully, and non-sexually clean her. I wiped her thighs, her stomach, and the tears from her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice broken. "I... I didn't mean to... to cry... I don't know what happened..."

"You had an orgasm, Sarah," I said softly, stroking her damp hair back from her forehead. "Your very first one. You were wonderful."

I moved to the closet and pulled out one of my own t-shirts—a plain, soft black one that would swallow her small frame. I sat beside her and gently lifted her.

"Let's get you warm," I said.

She was pliant, her body still humming with residual sensation. She lifted her arms, and I slid the t-shirt over her head. It fell to her mid-thighs, a small, dark dress. She instantly looked small, safe, and overwhelmingly adorable.

I pulled back the covers of my bed and guided her under them. She curled up immediately, pulling the heavy duvet to her chin, her wide, tear-filled eyes staring at me as if seeing me for the first time.

I didn't get in with her. I just sat on the edge of the bed, my hand resting on her hip through the blanket.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice tiny. "No one has ever... I... I felt so...seen."

"That's all I wanted," I said. "Just to show you a part of yourself you didn't know. There's no pressure here, Sarah. Ever."

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Get some rest. Relax. I'm just going to... let my girls know you're okay. I'll be right back."

I stood and walked to the door, leaving her in the warm, candlelit safety of my bed, her mind reeling and her body forever changed. The first step was complete. She was mine.