She sat primly on the floor, I on the edge of the bed, bracketing her between my legs. She held my shaft as gently as fine crystal and lowered her mouth over the tip. Her tongue curled out and flicked across, then she encased the entire swollen head between her lips. I sighed in gratitude and she began to appease me to the best of her ability, head slowly bobbing up and down in my lap as she massaged the first inches with her lips and tongue. It was sensual and it was erotic and, to be honest, it had started to become boring. Our entire interaction so far had been so, with polite kisses and gentle caressing. I had taken of my clothes and she hers, although she was still wearing a bra. After a few minutes of heavy petting and light touching she had said she wanted to ‘kiss you down there’. My excitement at the promised escalation of intensity diminished when I realised her understanding of my needs was limited by her sparse experience and seemingly prudish sensibilities. And if things continued this way, my excitement wouldn’t be the only thing diminishing.

So, I decided to take a risk. It was a calculated one, the math driven by a look in her eyes I had glimpsed when we first started talking in the bar; the way she had grabbed my hand when I offered to walk her home, the energetic abandon of the first kiss which had then been quickly masked by insecure demureness.

‘Hey,’ I said, caressing the side of her face with my hand. She pulled me out of her mouth and looked up quizzically. A fine hair of silver stretched from her lips to the glistening head of my cock and that alone was enough to revive its sagging enthusiasm. I stood up, pulling her up with me, ‘I want to show you something. Come here.’

The confusion remained on her face as I led her across the room and positioned her with her back against the wall. I kissed her, hungrier this time, more obvious with my need the way I pushed my tongue against hers. Our bodies pressed together, my erection pressed between us as I unhooked her bra with one hand and pulled it off. The nipples were hard as I grazed them with my thumbs.

‘What do you want to show me?’ she asked, voice breathier with curiosity and need.

Grabbing my cock at the base, I pressed it against the lips of her cunt, sliding the head up and down across her wetness.

‘This is how you started,’ I said. Her eyes closed and she moaned as her hips swayed lightly to the rhythm of my massaging. Up and down, pressing a little more against her each time, a little harder with each pass up, a little deeper with each pass down.

‘This is what you did next,’ I said, then I was inside her. Not all the way, just the head rising up with a push of my pelvis until she gasped. She gasped again when I receded all the way out. A push up and in again, just my tip being grasped at hungrily by her insides, and then before she could bend her knees and slide down on me, as I knew she was about to, I was back out again. This time, as I was about to push in again, I pressed one hand against her neck with just enough strength to keep her from lowering herself, so she was fixed in place, pinned between me and the wall, unable to do anything except moan and gasp alternately as I teased her more and more with the same rhythm.

‘Do you want more,’ I softly growled in her ear.

She sighed back ‘Yes.’

‘Yes, what?’ I whispered.

‘Yes, please give me more. Please. Oh god, please.’

‘This is what I want,’ I snarled.

Grabbing her hips in both hands, I pushed her down while thrusting upwards, until I was buried fully inside her. The scream she let out wasn’t loud but it was a scream, and more followed as I slammed up into her with all my strength, somehow finding space to go deeper each time. The slap of two bodies meeting hard filled the room, again and again. Then, leaning back a bit to give myself more leverage, I pushed in fully and stayed there, rotating my hips to grind into her until her legs began to tremble and she seemed like she might not be able to stay standing much longer. Which is when I pulled entirely out of her and stepped back.

Her eyes fluttered open as she slid down, not so much sitting as puddling into a mess of limbs. There was confusion on her face, and desperation. Need.

‘That’s how I want you to do it,’ I said. Then I stepped forward again, glistening cock gripped firmly in one hand. She looked at it, then up at me, clarity settling across her. Opening her mouth wide, she came forward, letting me guide her with one hand on the back of her head, ready to show me what she’d learned.