The Virgin Duet(16)

I feel my breathing start to even out, but his breathing is just as heavy as before. His chest moves up and down at a quick pace under my cheek, and I know he’s trying to hold on to his control. His cock jerks against my over-sensitized clit and it causes me to wiggle. He makes a pained sound low in his throat, but I can’t help how sensitive I am.

I barely hear his voice when he says, “You’re even more beautiful when you cum,” as if he didn’t mean to say it aloud. His words cause the sharp sting of tears to hit my eyes. I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful before.

“Wow, Vanilla, I think you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“How about you keep not doing anything,” I respond and slowly start to slide down his body. I want another taste of him, but this time I want it to come from him. When I reach the waistband of his boxers I toy with them. I’ve seen cocks before, but never this close up. I touched him earlier, but now I’m going to get to really see him. Nervous excitement shoots through me at the thought.

“Do it,” he commands, making me snap my head up. We lock eyes and I give a little nod. This is the first time he has initiated anything. He still isn’t touching me, but I feel like I’ve won some little unspoken battle. I grab the band on his underwear, and I feel the slight shake of my hand as I slowly pull them down.

“Touch me,” he says while his fingers tighten on the sheets, making the muscles in his arms flex.

With a soft tug, his cock springs free, and I can’t help but stare for a moment. He’s so much bigger than I imagined. I lift my hand and slowly wrap it around his cock to caress the smooth skin. I cautiously bring him towards my mouth, unsure of what to do. The moment my tongue makes a wide circle around the tip of his cock, I get lost in the sensation.

“Fuck!” The word flies from his mouth, and I’m shocked he said it. Suddenly, I can feel the shift in him, and his intensity is brought to the surface.

“Suck it, my little Tinkerbell, take it all the way in your mouth.” The nickname surprises me, but I find myself blushing and enjoying it. The order is harsh around the term of endearment, his tight control cracking. I’m chipping away pieces of it as I suck his cock. He’s so silky smooth in my mouth that a moan of pure pleasure escapes me.

I take him deeper into my mouth and suck him from root to tip, working him faster each time. His hips start twitching, and it’s almost like I can feel his control is in a fragile cage and at any second could break free.

“Fuck. Your mouth wrapped around me is almost hotter than watching you cum, Tink.” His words make my * clench. I wish he would drag me up his body and thrust inside me. The intense ache I feel is only growing and my clit starts throbbing once again. Taking my free hand, I slip it into my panties and start circling my clit. I can feel the juices from my last orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” he grunts, and I wonder if he’ll try to pull me off. He has yet to touch me. I suck him faster, wanting him to cum in my mouth. Another growl rips from him, and his whole body stiffens once again. His warm release fills my mouth and the erotic pleasure of having him there triggers my own orgasm. I feel the intense pleasure spread through my body as I greedily suck him down.

Licking my lips, I crawl back up his body, grab on to his chest, and shove my face into his neck. I cling to him as the last of my orgasm fades.

Not long after, my body is taken by sleep. But not before I feel him lift the fingers I used to play with myself to his mouth.





I wake up this morning like I have every other morning for the last two weeks, alone in Bray’s bed. The battle of the wills has been playing out since that night, and it’s utterly delicious. Every evening, Bray comes home for dinner and we eat and talk for hours. He seems to like to listen to me ramble on. I told him about going into foster care when I was ten. How I went to the hospital when I was really sick with the flu, and my mother just left me there—a threat she’d been making for years. I tried to be the daughter that she wanted, but in the end I wasn’t enough for her to want to keep me. I also told him about how being an older kid in the system makes it hard to get a permanent home, even if you try to be what they want. It always seemed like I was just getting shuffled off somewhere else. For the past few days he’s started to open up to me. I know he lost both his parents and things weren’t always great. He works hard for everything he has, but I can hear the hate he has towards his father.

It seems each day he opens up more and more to me, and my mind is consumed with ways to get him to laugh. The first time I heard him laugh, he came home early and busted me singing and booty dancing in the kitchen to Britney Spears. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but I would have done it all night to make him laugh again. It feels like the smiles and the laughs are coming easier.

I still spend my nights baiting him to touch me, but he hasn’t. I can touch him all I want but he doesn’t return the favor. Surprisingly, he has started telling me what to do. Last night when we went to bed he made me strip all the way down naked, lay across the bed and masturbate while he touched himself. He made me make myself cum twice before he released a splash of semen across my stomach.

I crave his lips on me. I want a kiss from him more than anything, but I will not be the one to do it first. For some reason I need this from him. I don’t want this to be something I pull from him, I want it to be something he gives to me on his own.