Ramya: Tanner makes me come before he fucks me

Tanner has somehow charmed me out of my panties. The ambiance is perfect, and I'm comfortable with his gaze on my naked body that he genuinely adores. My pussy is wet, I'm living my military guy fantasy, and I'm primed for bad decisions.

He leans in and kisses me deeply. I wrap my right hand around the back of his head, loving the Velcro-like feel of his short military haircut.

When he finally pulls back, he grabs a plush pillow from the couch and gently places it behind my head. “Stretch out on the floor for me, Ramya,” he says softly, his voice warm and hungry.

I do as he asks, lying back on the soft rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, my long legs still parted. My heavy breasts jiggle once as I settle, then settle into their natural pendulous hang, spreading to the sides. The stretch marks on the upper slopes and deflated tops are visible in the city-light glow, and my large, full nipples stand out dark and tight from arousal. My heart hammers as his eyes roam over my body, lingering on my thick black bush guarding my untouched slit.

I know that look he’s giving me. This is exactly why I keep my panties on with men. He’s already hard again, even though I drained him completely with my mouth just minutes ago. He wants to go all the way, and I’m going to have to say no to stay a virgin.

“Tanner… I don’t do penis-in-vagina,” I say, my voice wavering slightly. “Not often, anyway. Not on first dates. Just oral.”

He smiles that easy, confident smile and gently parts my legs wider, his hands warm on my smooth golden-brown thighs. “I respect that. I’m just going to go down on you, to return the favor and make you feel good. You’ve been so generous with me. And then we’ll see.”

The words hang in the air. I don’t refute them.

Before I can form another half-hearted objection, his mouth descends. Hot, wet lips brush the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, then higher, nuzzling into the silky hair of my bush. I gasp, my hands flying to his short hair. “Wait—oh…”

His tongue traces the outer lips of my pussy, parting the soft, dark hair to find the slick heat beneath. He slides into the crease and teases out the tiny, hidden inner lips that are soaked already. When the tip of his tongue probes my tiny entrance I feel a flicker of worry—he might notice how small and tight my opening is, might nudge against my hymen and uncover my secret, or worse, try to push a finger inside. I’ve only let a few men go down on me for exactly this reason; I don’t trust them to be gentle. A finger can pop my cherry too. But Tanner’s tongue is better than any I’ve felt—skilled, patient, perfect—so I let him continue. His tongue traces up and finds the nub of my clit, teasing it out and suckling gently. I gasp.

He licks me like a man savoring something rare, with broad strokes that drag from the base of my slit up to the swelling hood of my clit. The sensation is electric. My hips jerk involuntarily, a soft moan escaping my throat despite myself. He looks so sexy down there, his handsome face buried between my thighs, that military-short hair brushing my skin.

“No… Tanner, we shouldn’t,” I whisper, even as my fingers tighten in his hair. The words feel hollow. My body is already responding, my untouched folds growing wetter under his insistent mouth. He hums against me, sending sparks through my core.

He explores me thoroughly—tongue dipping between my pouting lips, circling my clit with teasing flicks that make my heavy breasts heave. The wet, obscene sounds of his licking fill the quiet penthouse. He sucks gently on my clit, then laps deeper, his tongue probing the tight entrance of my virgin pussy and now gently slipping inside a little.

Pleasure builds in waves, hotter than anything I’ve chased alone. He's back on my clit now, and my protests fade. “Tanner… yes… right there… make me come, please...” I thrust my hips up shamelessly, grinding my soaked cunt against his mouth. He groans in approval, hands cupping my firm ass, tongue working faster until I come hard—back arching, thighs clamping around his head as ecstasy crashes through me.

He licks me through the aftershocks, gentler now, until I am panting and limp. "You are very good at that," I breathe.

When he finally lifts his smiling, glistening face, he murmurs, “Give me one second,” and steps away briefly. I watch him walk toward the bedroom, my eyes tracing the cute, strong curve of his ass and the sharp V-taper of muscle along his back. God, I want to have sex, and I'm so annoyed that I can't. The thought hits me hard. I feel like the last virgin left on earth, still waiting for some arranged Indian match while every other woman my age has already crossed this line. Why can’t I see this military fantasy through to the end—just once? So far, everything about him lives up to the hype.