Take it slow with Michelle

You nod at Michelle’s request, gently caressing her bare shoulder. Your hand drifts downwards with the slow deliberation of a sunset, slipping under the hem of her negligee, the contact of skin on skin a smoldering sensation that brings a warm blush to her cheeks. She melts in your arms like butter, resting her head on your shoulder with a sigh. Her hand comes to a rest on your chest. Your fingertips graze the flat of her lower back.

“I think these should come off,” you say, stringing your finger along the strap of her bra as you wrap your hand around the fabric of her nightdress.

Wordlessly, Michelle shrugs off the negligee, the sheer fabric slipping off her shoulder and pooling on the bed. Your hands roam back up to her bra strap, and you give her an intentional look as your hands hover over the clasp. She dips her head, breathing a “yes” soft as the wind, and you unhook her bra.

You let out a low whistle as you admire this Theta sister’s delectable body. Though her choice of clothing left little to the imagination, somehow, the sight of her bare tits and taut stomach is a wonder all to itself. You waste no time in exploring these newly uncovered parts of her body, your hands roaming free as you kiss her once more. You gently squeeze her tits, feeling the pliant flesh give way to your fingers, and you take a special satisfaction in teasing around her nipples, fingers tracing cool circles around those erect nubs. It’s only when you hear her gasp, looking up to you with a “please, please,” that you indulge her. Your fingers brush over her nipples, light play that drives her closer into you. You feel her tugging at your shirt as she does so. Clinging to you, or a different sign? After a second, it’s clear that your shirt has to go.

Once you’ve stripped it off, you turn your sights down to her panties. You want nothing more than to tear it off and have your way with this green-eyed babe, but you exercise restraint. You continue caressing her body, moving your attention down from her tits to her bared waistline. She glances down at your hands, takes a moment to steel herself, and then rests a hand of hers over yours. You look at her questioningly. She takes a breath, before placing your hand over her panties. You immediately feel her heat, the wetness seeping through her undergarment. You give her a reassuring smile, slowly beginning to rub your finger across her slit, wicking your finger against her pussy. It’s all going to be okay. It’s going to feel amazing. Your soft touch conveys the message.

Michelle leans back on the bed, trembling ever so slightly as you situate yourself between her legs, your head resting right before her womanhood. You feel her gaze on you, tentative and tender. You look back at her, brushing your thumb across her folds.

“Ready?” you ask.

“Do it,” she whispers, looking at you wide-eyed.

“All for you,” you whisper back, giving her one last kiss before you pull down her panties.

Then, you sink down, taking your first lap of her pussy. It’s dripping wet, so wet that you half wonder if she’s cum already. You’re not so arrogant that you believe it’s happened, but it’s a happy thought, one that you keep in mind as you go down on her, slow and steady licks of your tongue playing across her.

“Ainghh,” Michelle groans, and you stop immediately, concerned that she’s in pain.

“Everything alright?” you ask.

“Good, keep going, just keep going,” she mutters, biting her lip.

You pause a second, giving her a chance to change her mind, and then you return to what you were doing before, giving her the oral pleasures that you won the right to through the raffle. The feeling of being between Michelle’s legs like this is surreal, and you wonder as you continue to eat her out, drawing more of those little groans out, if you’re the first to have done it. You decide it’s best not to ask—not now, at least. That could easily kill the mood.

As you keep going, you feel her legs begin to relax around you. A quick glance at her face tells you the story. There’s a look of bliss there, her eyes squeezed shut. A smile crosses your own face as you go back down on her, not wanting to interrupt this moment that she’s having.

“Mmmm, oh, oh! Alex, that’s good,” she whispers under her breath.

You continue, giving her the best that you can. Minutes roll by. Your jaw begins to ache, but that’s irrelevant. This girl has put her trust in you, and you’re not going to let her down just because of a bit of pain. With each stroke of your tongue, you bring her closer to the brink. Even if it does hurt, you figure it’s because you don’t spend enough time doing this. Every muscle needs to be trained. You’re just practicing for the future. And from the sounds she’s making, it’s pretty damn efficient practice, too.

“Ainghh, oh, aah, aiiingghhhh,” she moans, slipping back into her cries of almost-pain.

She’s close enough at this point that it takes little for you to get her there. You keep up the work, your tongue brushing across her pussy, flicking across her clit, and before you know it, there Michelle is, cumming for you.

“Ohmygod, aiinnghh, oh, ohhhh, OH, AIIIII…”

Her voice is pitched so high that you wonder how this is the woman who usually talks with such a husky voice, but it’s a secondary thought amidst the shudders of her body, the way she’s suddenly holding on to your head for dear life. Her legs begin trembling again, her whole body quaking, the juices of her pussy suddenly coming thicker and brighter. You draw out a fresh wave of her orgasm with each stroke of your tongue. Watching Michelle cum is a beautiful thing, and you are glad to experience it firsthand, to be the one to have brought about something so powerful.

“Alex, stop, too much,” she groans, pushing your head off her pussy.

You let yourself be pushed back as she shudders through the rest of her orgasm, looking wistfully at you, her whole body peaking in pleasure. You crawl up beside her as she finishes cumming, slowly resting an arm across her body, cuddling up against her.

“All good?” you ask.

“Very good,” Michelle nods, panting. Somehow, she avoids looking at you as she does so. “I think I just need… some time alone… figure things out…”

You detach from her, looking at her with concern.

“Alright,” you say hesitantly. “You want me out of the room?”

“Almost,” she says, gesturing for you to come closer.

You do, unsure of what she wants, until she plants a hard kiss on your lips, a mysterious smile playing across hers as you pull away.

“Now you can leave,” she whispers, pushing you away with a tap to your chest.

Michelle +20