[Vulvacious]

EMILY'S POV

Let me clarify that at the point in time, I had never gone past french-kissing. I knew full well the stages that followed but what I did not know was that I would venture beyond that stage so quickly. My past relationships (if you could even call them relationships) progressed at snail’s pace and I had just accepted it to be the natural pace.

So when Jacob started kissing me with more fervour than usual, I realised that I was in for something more.

Our hands and legs were tangled into each other as our kisses intensified. I have never felt the warmth of a male’s member pressing against me before. The butterflies in my stomach were more frantic this time, yearning to be let out.

I found myself grinding against his male stiffness and he was pushing himself against me like we were part of a well-rehearsed dance routine. His hands were roaming, roving, and exploring every nook and crevice of my body. When his hands slipped under my shirt, I inhaled sharply. I was not wearing a bra.

My breasts welcomed unfamiliar hands without any introduction. His two hands felt like two dozens as the sensation and thrill of breaking my own sexual boundaries intensified my exhilaration. I have never been touched that way before.

His mouth moved away from mine and my lips felt extremely swollen from the previous attack. In the recesses of my mind, I wondered if that was normal. All thoughts deserted me once he began licking my ears and nibbling gently on my earlobes while at the same time, gently twisting a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I surprised myself with an involuntary moan and scissored my legs even more tightly around his thighs so as to feel more of him.

“Ooh, you like that, yeah?” He whispered, his hot breath raising my goosebumps.

I could not bring myself to reply with something naughty as although my body was reacting very positively to this violation, I felt incredibly shy. I simply breathed out “Hmm yeah…” which for some reason motivated him to carry on with more vigour.

He lifted off my shirt and took off his own. I shivered both from the cold and the shock. My heart was thumping against my chest now, so hard I could hear it pounding in my head. He looked at me appraisingly for a moment and whispered, “Wow… you’re so hot.”

My body was really toned then as I engaged actively in my CCA and outside activities.

He then covered my mouth with his and resumed the tongue war from earlier on.

Then he trailed kisses down my neck, sucking, nibbling, licking, sucking, and nibbling till his mouth reached my breast. His tongue circled my nipple, teasing it, taunting it, while his hand toyed with my other breast. I let out another moan and as he engulfed my nipple and suckled on it, his hand moved down south and found my other set of swollen lips.

“God, you’re so wet. Oh, I want you so bad…”

He shifted back up and kissed me once again. We were in the missionary position now and he started grinding me, faster and faster. His stiff rod rubbing furiously against my wetness, separated by just the few layers of cloth.

I started breathing really heavily, in between the moans that escaped from my lips. I could feel the slight stickiness of his body as our naked bodies rubbed against each other, skin on skin, faster and faster.

As I found my hands bunching up the sheets and my eyes shut tight, the stirrings in my groin escalated. I tried to concentrate but I simply could not release.

Not too long after, I felt him spasm and let out a low gutteral moan.

He collasped beside me and for a few seconds, neither of us said anything. The silence was simply permeated by our laboured breathings. Then he got out of bed and kissed me on the forehead, whispering “be right back, toilet”.

As soon as I was alone, I touched my wetness and carried on rubbing till I felt the familiar sensation I get all those nights I spent alone in my room…

Familiar fingers managed to quickly coax myself into one of the best orgasms I had given myself in a long time.

My heartbeat had slowed down and due to the earlier surge of adrenaline, I felt thoroughly exhausted. I was already falling asleep when Jacob crept into bed and passed me a fresh pair of shorts.

After changing, he spooned me and apologised, “I’m sorry I didn’t manage to give you an orgasm tonight.”

Orgasm? I thought in bemusement as I fell asleep. That was seriously the last thing I had expected when I went over to his place.