steve âvirginity kinkâ harrington who buckles at the knees when you confess to him, all laid out and pretty on his plaid bedsheets. in a soft sheen of sweat, pretty tank top askew and skirt bunched up around your hips. you paw at his chest, clawing with big doe eyes as he moans and begs, âplease, baby, let me be your first iâll be so good to you.â
and he is, gentle as he kisses your neck and chest with sloppy lips, using his teeth to mark just barely that he was there â groans out loud in satisfaction at every noise you make. he slips down your body until his head can bury between your legs, long fingers pulling your panties to the side and displaying your wetness, your neediness, to him.
âyouâre so fucking pretty here,â he sighs, licks a stripe up your centre, a guttural, primal noise leaving him as he tastes you â bites your inner thigh to stifle himself â âmâgonna ruin you for anybody else, i promise.â
one hand grips under your ass to hoist you up and the other smothers your thigh as he licks and sucks at your clit, gathering your fluids and drinking them down with breathy moans. your hands are in his hair, tugging and pulling, desperate to cum, knowing youâre close, so close, the sounds heâs emitting from between your legs edging you closer.
he sinks one finger into you with ease, then two. worshipping your clit with his lips and tongue, and gently stroking his fingers against that spot you could never reach yourself. you look down, see heâs thrusting gently against the mattress, desperate for relief and thatâs what does it for you, has you pulling his hair so hard he growls and nips your clit with his teeth, but youâre so caught up in your release it just makes you tug harder.
heâs stripped and looming over you before you can register it â âyouâre ready for me baby, youâre so wet, you want me â your pussy wants me, god let me inââ heâs whining, slipping the head of his dick through your folds as he leans his forehead on yours. you nod and he pushes in, only an inch or so, gasping and shuddering, âso tight, shit, youâre made for me, baby, baby.â
âoh fuck,â you moan, high and needy, and heâs reaching blindly for your hand, lacing your fingers together beside your head as he works his way in, splits you open and moulds your bodies together. you brush your lips against his and heâs surging down to lick his way behind your teeth, his roman nose crushing into your cheek.
heâs so sweet. presses all of himself to you as he thrusts and moans and whispers gently against your lips, âperfect, baby. made to take my cock, youâre killinâ me, not gonna last.â and he doesnât, heâs spilling hot inside of you a handful of thrusts later, and jesus christ youâre crying â blissed out and eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by his touch and his words, your body singing for him.