A Whole New World

The taxi journey is the longest of my life. I focus my gaze out of the window at the cars going in the other direction. It's all I can do to keep myself from pouncing on Elise right here and now. Eventually, after an eternity, the car pulls up outside my house. I hastily hand the driver the cash and follow Elise to the door, trying to unlock it, my hands are shaking, I can barely fit the key in and turn the lock, opening the door wide for her to enter first.

She wanders inside with the poise of a runway model, stopping just at the bottom of the stairs to turn back and look at me. Her eyes display a look I've never seen so clearly on her face, one of anxiety, of excitement, of desire. She begins walking up the stairs as I retrieve the key and shut the front door, turning on the landing light to guide myself. To guide her. I collect myself and follow her up the stairs.

I reach my room moments after her. I see her at the far side, closing the curtains, shoes discarded on the floor. The both of us walk towards each other, as if by some unspoken agreement, me untying the knot of my over shirt, and her beginning to unbutton her blouse, slowly revealing more of those heavenly alabaster breasts. We stop only a foot away from each other, when she looks down for a moment. I already know what she's thinking about.

"You don't have to show me anything you don't want to." I assure her.

"You look at me like I'm so pretty. I don't want you think I'm gross." She explains shakily.

"I've seen it before, it's nothing compared you how stunning you are." I answer honestly, her whole body could be scars and she'd still be the most beautiful girl in the world to me. She seems to feel that too, as she finishes unbuttoning her blouse, and drops it to the floor, here eyes locked on me, awaiting my actions.

"I... I went into the wine cellar a few months ago, but I fell, a bottle smashed and... Impaled me, as the doctors said..." She explains, as I move closer and trace the curved scar on her side with my fingers. "It's why I can't go down there alone anymore... And why I change so quickly..." This mark isn't just skin-deep, it's the answer for all the suffering Elise has felt these past few days, weeks even.

"I was wrong, this isn't nothing." I decide. "It's beautiful, like all of you. There's not a single inch of you that I don't adore." I continue, before dropping to one knee to deliver a kiss on the crescent mark. If this represents her struggle for me, how can I do anything but love it? Elise's body jolts as her breath jumps for a moment.

She pulls me back to my feet and pushes me against the nearby wall, before following up with a deep kiss. The shock sends chills through my body, especially to my growing wetness. She soon pulls away from the kiss, her hands on the wall either side of my head.

"I'm going to blow your fucking mind." She decides, and pushes back in for a raw kiss, I can feel her desire in every second, every touch of our tongues, every **** breath. I use my free hands to reach around and unhook her black bra, which she lowers her arms to allow it to fall to the ground. I have sight upon her naked torso again, and it's every bit as spectacular as I remember. Her skin so smooth as my fingers run up and down her back, her heat so intense pressed against mine as we continue our equally intense kiss.

"Shut the door. I'll get the light." Elise whispers into my ear, forcing herself away. I hear my lamp flick on as I close the door and the room is bathed in a low warm glow. I turn around to see Elise has already pulled off her shorts, clad only her leggings, and sitting on the edge of my bed. I attempt to get closer, but she puts up a hand to stop me. She points to my tank top and then to the ceiling. The message is clear and I pull my tank top clear over my head and throw it to the ground. She then points to my jeans, followed by pointing to the floor. I obey, unbuttoning the jeans, then unzipping them, and sliding them down my legs until they're lying on the ground. I should be scared as this bombshell examines me in nothing but my underwear, but her looking at me just makes me hornier.

Elise examines my lingerie-bound form, biting at her bottom lip. "For me?" She asks, staring at me with what I've realised are her 'fuck me' eyes.

"All for you." I confirm, walking closer, until I'm close enough to kneel in front of her, and begin to kiss her stomach, just above her belly button, followed by a second slightly higher, making my way up her body, between her breasts, to her neck, and taking care to ensure I leave a mark. I want her to remember this moment. My hands glide up her sides and rest on her boobs, massaging them gently at first, then beginning to tease and pinch her solid nipples. Meanwhile, her hands find the clasp on my own bra, unhooking it with ease.

Elise pulls me up onto the bed and onto my back. taking her own chance to attack my neck. Each kiss feels electric. Each lick like ice. Each bite like fire. I almost don't notice her mouth begin to kiss lower, until she begins licking my nipple, and then sucking. I've never felt anything like it, it tickles, but each motion of her tongue is like a wave of desire, echoing through my body. I don't want her to stop, but I want more of her. She soon sets my other nipple as her new target, and the waves begin anew. It's not a want anymore, I need more of her.

I roll over, now on top, beginning to yank down her leggings, soon pulling them off her flawless legs. The final piece remains. Her black and white-striped underwear, though, Elise's body has made the front much less defined with a large wet patch. I place a finger on her stomach and slowly trail my way to the hem of her knickers. Her breathing now ragged and fast, I place my fingers on the side and begin to pull them off of her, and eventually to the floor, finally revealing Elise's pussy. She's not clean shaven like me, but her hair is kept in a neat onyx bundle above her glistening entrance.

I begin by kissing the side of her knee, rubbing the other, keeping pace up her legs until I reach the top of her thighs. I pause for a moment, my breath seems to cause a convulsion on each exhale. I look up at Elise's face, her eyes closed, squeezing her tits in anticipation. I deliver a single kiss on her gleaming hole, and Elise's voice carries an unrestricted moan, followed by another convulsion. I decide it's time. I run the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit, before pressing a deep kiss into the lips of her vulva and pushing my tongue into her. Her taste is something I never expected, not quite like mine, still salty, still bitter, but addicting, undeniable, the taste of honeycomb.

The effect isn't instant, but it's obvious, Elise's hands pull my head into her sex, her chest dances with inconsistent breathing, and her voice fills my ears with moans, squeals, **** intakes of breath, but it's the words that intoxicate me the most.

"Yes!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Eat my pussy, eat my pussy."

A thousand variations, all of them music. I press the advantage, reaching up to her clitoris with my fingertips, as my tongue ravages her hole. Beginning slowly at first, then building up my rhythm as I rub her clit. Soon the effort pays off, her breathing slows, her voice quiets, and her hands relax for a moment. Just a moment. Until a scream erupts from her body. She grabs the sheets of the bed as her body shakes for almost half a minute, until she manages to **** out two words.

"Don't stop..."

So I don't.

Within minutes, the build up begins again, and I'm treated to the experience of Elise's orgasm all over again.

I let up, allowing her a minute to recover, but she surprises me by sitting up, and pulling me to my feet with a passionate kiss, before pushing me back into the dresser behind me, and dropping to her knees in front of me. With one swift motion she tears down my knickers, gazing at my clean shaven twat with unyielding desire. Then her **** begins.

She doesn't need to tease me, she knows it, her tongue runs up and down my slit, almost bringing me to orgasm off the bat, before her tongue arrives at my clit, flicking it rhythmically with the tip. My mind tells me she can't keep it up, but I'm proven wrong, it feels like my heart is a punching bag, each blow a new level of pleasure, as Elise robs me of my virginity, replacing it with pure, unadulterated, passion. Minutes go by, and soon, I have to hold myself up on the dresser, as my knees begin to buckle under the weight of my oncoming orgasm.

My mind goes blank, my breathing disappears from my mind, and all I can feel is the eruption of pleasure from my pussy, as Elise's tongue brings me to my breaking point. This isn't like with myself, I can't contain my moans, and even as the feeling begins to fade, a new sensation takes its place. I feel something press their way into my entrance. Fingers. Elise's fingers are inside me. I've never dared penetrate myself, Elise's entry brings with it a new pleasure, as she begins to motion in my pussy, all while her mouth begins to gently suck on my clitoris.

I can't handle it. It feels like she's fucking me twice over, and soon I feel the pressure rising inside me again. I can't contain it, soon I'm screaming Elise's name without restraint, so loud I think I might lose my voice. My body spasms and jolts as I come on Elise's face again. I can barely keep myself on my feet as Elise begins to stand up.

I launch into her with a kiss, the taste of my sex on her tongue. We fall to the bed together and lay in silence... Trying to regain our wits after our first times.

"We're gonna do that again." Elise eventually states, with a greedy look in her eyes. Her hair a mess, her face flush red. "I mean a lot. That was incredible." She concludes. I can't help but find that an understatement. My voice reaches out on its own.

"That was... Mind blowing."