Ramya: Tanner almost penetrates

He comes in for the kiss, lingers for a second, and I wrap my right hand around his head. I like the Velcro-like feel of his hair from the sides of his close military haircut he swears he's going to let grow out now.

"I'll be right back, okay," he says.

I nod as he stands, then I enjoy the view as he walks toward his bedroom. His strong back forms an appealing V-shape with this trim waist, and he has a muscular, cute butt I could just squeeze and kiss all day.

I lazily run my fingers through my bush, tracing the slick crease, rubbing the top and teasing the hidden clit. I could come in seconds if I pulled my own trigger.

Uggh. I really wish I could have sex with him.

I take in the window view until Tanner returns. I grin up at him, he meets my eyes, then his gaze drifts to my hairy pussy and the hand there playing with it. That's when I look at his crotch and am surprised to see Tanner rolling a condom down that gorgeous, now fully hard cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world! My breath catches and my mouth hangs open.

He's going to fuck me.

The sight triggers a cascade of physiological changes in me. My face flushes red through light bronze skin. My heart slams. My nipples harden more, and I feel a gush of warm fluid seep into my dilating hole as my pussy responds. My body readies to accept him even ask my mind screams that this can't happen.

"Oh," I say in surprise.

He lifts a plush pillow off the couch and places it on the floor next to me. "Lie back on this," he commands. "Stretch out for me."

"Um... Okay," I say, doing exactly as the Marine ordered. My legs are quickly parted for him, maybe he did it, maybe I spread them, I am not even sure.

The strong Marine kneels between my legs. A confident smile. He knows I want this, too. It's normal and expected with anyone but me.

I laugh, giddy and drunk on endorphins. "You're offering to use protection? Voluntarily?”

"It's responsible. And it shows respect for you."

"It does," I echo. Many guys have asked to fuck me. None have offered condoms, and sometimes I ask just out curiosity before rejecting them, and none have one. Major points for Tanner.

"Tanner," I say gently, moving my hand to cover my pussy as he kneels closer to get into position. "I'm sorry, but this isn't going to happen. I want it, believe me, but we can't have sex."

He looks surprised, but he doesn't push. He's closed me perfectly, and if it were any other woman, he'd be in. But Tanner is with an Indian saving herself for marriage.

"I'm still a virgin," I say. I smile softly and nod. "It's cultural. That last piece of me at least I'm saving for my husband."

I give him a second to connect the dots. He's smart and perceptive and gets there fast. I dropped hints during dinner.

You learn a lot about a man when you deny him the pussy he thinks he's entitled to. I've been mocked for a waiting for sex in modern times. I've been told that I'm not a virgin anymore because I go down on men and have done anal. There might be a legit point in there somewhere, but it still pisses me off. Tanner passes the test. He looks at my pussy again, then he looks into my eyes. I shrug my shoulders playfully. He strokes his cock, still in the condom, and it jerks and grows in his hand. This is the reaction I hope for.

It's tempting. He's on the smaller side. At least it would hurt less.

"You want to fuck me even more now, don't you?" I tease.

"Yes," he laughs. "I have a pretty big crush on you anyway. And a real virgin in the wild? It's rare, and kind of hot."

"Don't you want someone with experience? A full woman that knows what she is doing?"

"Don't be coy. You know exactly what you're doing." He's moving closer now, and I part my legs more to make space, but I open my mouth to object. "Keep your hand there," he says, his sign to me he's not going to try to penetrate. His cock touches the back of my hand as he leans down to kiss me.

I shiver against his lips, and my legs tremble with the desire. For one reckless second I picture it: letting him be the first, sliding into me slowly, feeling that safe size open me without tearing. If I'm going to pre-maritally indulge, this is a perfect man for the job. I am in good hands.

It's a good kiss, a very good kiss. when or lips part, he hovers over me, breath hot on my face.

"You just want to be the one to pop my cherry," I tease. "I'll bleed all over this expensive rug."

"I would like the honor, yes."

I exhale deeply. "Oh my God, you're good," I say. "You almost had me there. But I'll be ruined and won't be able to get a husband. Get off me before I make a bad decision."

He doesn’t argue. He just slides down lower, bringing his face closer to my crotch. “Let me earn the rest of that view," he says. "I will make you come."

I hesitate, my heart slamming, because I rarely let someone put his mouth on me. That feels too intimate, too close to the seal. But I trust Tanner.

“No penetration,” I blurt, nervous. “Not even a finger. It could tear… you know.”

He nods, serious. “Just my mouth. Promise.”

I lie back on the big pillow on his rug, legs spreading wider. The city lights paint my skin gold and shadow. My bush is wild, tiny lips slick and glistening, aching to be parted.

Tanner settles between my thighs, hands sliding under my ass to tilt me up like an offering.

He starts slow with kisses along my inner thighs, breath hot through the silky hair, nose brushing my clit until I’m shaking.

Then his tongue is flat, broad, dragging up my slit in one long, filthy stripe.

I gasp, hips bucking.

He groans against me, like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and dives in: lips sealing around my clit, gentle suction, tongue flicking the hood until the nub swells fat and aching.

I’ve made myself come a thousand times, but this is different.

His mouth is relentless, perfect pressure, perfect rhythm, like he’s reading every twitch of my thighs. I thread my fingers through his short hair, pull him closer. My tits sway heavy with every rock of my hips, nipples diamond-hard.

He slides his tongue lower, tracing my entrance without pushing in, just teasing the narrow opening, making me feel how close he is to the line I won’t cross.

The orgasm builds fast and different, starting deeper, full-body, like it’s pulling from my toes.

“I'm close. Don’t stop, please,” I hear myself beg.

He doesn’t.

He sucks my clit hard, flicks fast, and I shatter, legs clamping around his head, back arching off the rug, a broken cry ripping out of me as I come harder than I ever have.

When I finally float down, he’s kissing my thighs, grinning up at me through my own wetness on his chin. Best one yet.

“Happy birthday, Ramya.”

I laugh, breathless and wrecked. "I'm not 23 until midnight. How did you know?"

He says nothing, and I’m still floating, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing with aftershocks as Tanner kisses his way back up my body. His mouth is slick with me, and when he reaches my lips I taste myself on him. It's sharp, intimate, new. I’ve never let anyone do that before. I’ve never come that hard from someone else’s tongue.

There’s nothing between us now.

His cock is still safely sheathed in that condom, hard and hot. It presses right against my slit as he settles over me, the blunt head parting the tiny lips enough to rest at my entrance. I'm so tight in there, but I still know that tonight, one shift of his hips and he’d be inside. One push and I’d no longer be a virgin. I’m spread wide beneath him, totally open, totally trusting, and the thought flashes white-hot through me: I want him to fuck me.

He’s done the impossible and seduced me for sex. I’m ready to be penetrated. My soul laid bare to him, I desperately need him inside me. I know he can see the truth in my eyes, feel it in my breath.

I'm yours. Take me.

But he doesn’t.

He just holds himself there, kissing me slow and deep, letting me feel how easily he could take everything I’ve guarded for years and choosing not to. His restraint is its own kind of ****, its own kind of worship.

Instead I break the kiss, breathless, and rest my forehead against his.

“I’d really like to see you again,” I murmur, voice husky. “I’d happily get on my knees for you any time you want.”

He smiles, but he's holding back now. His hand strokes my hip, thumb tracing the faint cellulite dimple he kissed earlier like it’s precious.

“I’d love that,” he says quietly. “But it's a bad idea.”

I blink, surprised. “I know. I'm sorry.”

With a sly grin, he nudges forward, soft pressure, and my slick opening spreads further around the very tip. I've never been this close. He doesn't push. The head doesn't slide in all the way. I gasp with wide eyes and total trust.

He knows my limit.

My hymen is now at risk, and my body begs for him to break the seal with one glorious push.

He closes his eyes for a second, the stoic and disciplined Marine regaining control over the heat and wetness teasing the tip of his cock, then he exhales, eyes serious and burning into mine. “Me too. Because I already want more than your virginity, Ramya. I want to take you out. Cook for you again. Wake up next to you. Our values align for something real here, and I love your humor. I want to date you, get to know the woman I’m already falling for. And if you’re saving yourself for an arranged marriage to an Indian guy...?"

The words land heavy, like a door closing I didn’t know was open.

I open my mouth, but there's no clever comeback, just the aching realization that he’s right.

I might have just met the first man who could make me happy saying yes to forever, and my culture has already promised me to someone else.

Tanner insists on riding the elevator down from the 28th floor with me and walking me to my car. He asks if I'm safe to drive after the drinks, and it takes some convincing for him to let me go. It's sweet.

At my car, we hug and kiss. I want to make out with him again, but of course, security cameras are watching.

He's fully hard against my crotch. "Apologies. I should have made you come again," I say.

"I think you could have used another one yourself."

I click the button on my remote, unlocking the car door. I lean in and breathe in his ear, "I'm going to masturbate later tonight, and I will be thinking about you fucking me, just so you know. It would please me if you were doing the same."

He groans out, "Oh God, Ramya, I will."

I kiss him one more time anyway and let the cameras watch. "You're a good man, Tanner. I rarely trust anyone enough to show my pussy. You could have pushed more and taken all of me. You’re too good for the games I have to play."