Day of Firsts

LEONARD:

Sliding my hand around her waist, I pulled her to my body, kissing her, sinking into her softness.

Her hands slipped beneath my jacket, pushing it down my arms. It fell to the floor without a sound. In the same fluid motion, she undid each button of my shirt… so deftly I didn’t notice until the fabric hung loose on my arms and I shrugged it off.

She broke from my mouth and dipped her head to my chest. Gripping my flesh, she placed slick kisses on every single muscle on my belly, licking them at intervals. She trailed back up and landed on my left nipple. Her tongue circled it in slow, deliberate strokes, until a deep moan escaped my throat.

One of her hands found the other nipple, pinching just hard enough to send a shiver straight to my groin. As her tongue rubs one nipple and her hand squeezes the other, my veins thicken with pleasure.

I had never experienced this—not with anyone, not even myself. I didn’t know how sensitive the nipples could be until now. Throwing my head back, I let the sensation wash over me, savouring it.

When she straightened, her eyes locked with mine as she unbuckled my belt. My heart sank with anticipation. I’d been naked in front of her before, but the hunger in her gaze told me she wouldn’t be running today. She would finish it this time… I would be sprouting in a few minutes. And if she kept looking at me like that, I would sprout so hard.

The belt clattered to the floor, my pants loosened. Lifting her hand to her mouth, eyes still fixed on mine, she brushed her tongue through it, both stunning and confusing me. But before I could look down to read her next action, the same hand was inside, gripping my erection.

“Mmm…” I moaned, eyes closing at the friction.

She kissed me again, sliding her tongue past my lips, her breath sweet and intoxicating as I suckled on her tongue. Her hand stroked me slowly, her moans muffled against my mouth. 

She pushed tighter on my body, and I held her shoulder to give us some balance. Then, I reached for the ribbon-like tie at the back of her gown and tugged it loose. The fabric slackened, but I hadn't lifted it past her knees when she pulled her mouth from mine, slipped her hand from my pants, and caught my wrist—her body trembling.

“Lucia…?” I said, breathless.

“I am sorry…”

I was wrong. She might be running away today.

“Not again,” I pleaded softly.

“I…I can do things for you,” she offered, almost guiltily. 

“But I can’t for you?”

“I…need more time.”

“Are you…?”

“No,” she blurted out, understanding my curiosity. “I am not.”

“Then why can’t I touch you?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she gripped my wrist and led me to the bed. She stopped at the edge. I stood, watching as she knelt before me. In one smooth motion, she tugged my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My cock sprang free. Thick and fully erected.

“Can you sit?” she asked, looking up at me.

I stayed standing, unwilling to be the only one exposed.

“Please, Leonard.”

I shut my eyes, but failed to block off her voice.

“Leo…”

Leo? Okay, she won. 

I sat. She moved closer, kneeling between my thighs. Smiling, she lifted and kissed me lightly on the lips. 

“You should be happy when you’re about to get your first blowjob.”

“I didn’t say it’s my first,” I muttered, turning my face away.

She cupped my jaw, making me meet her eyes. “You are very adorable when you are not arrogant, Leo.”

Yet to reply, her mouth closed over my cock. “Fvck!” The word ripped from my throat as I stared down at her. She was looking up at me…and her wide gaze was so hot. Plus her warm and wet mouth, I was already going nuts.

She didn’t pump me right away—just held me there, sheltering me inside her mouth, familiarising herself with my size, maybe. Then she swallowed me deeper, my tip hitting the back of her throat…I shifted my hips once due to the silken flesh I felt, but she coughed.

She pulled back, saliva slicking my cock from base to tip. Eyes still on me, she massaged and spread her fluid all over me, stroking slowly, teasing, sending tingling excitement to my brain.

“It feels so good…” I whispered, running my fingers over her lips.

Then she took me again, moving now—slow at first, then faster. Pumping me smoothly. Same pace. Same energy.

“Fvck!”

I gripped her hair, guiding her pace even faster. Then I thrust in…hard and rough. She gagged, drooling over me, but didn’t pull away. She steadied her mouth, lips wrapped tightly around my cock, urging me on. My hips move instinctively, thrusting in and out, like it was made for this. Like a pro.

“Lucia…”

She lifted her hands to my nipples, pinching softly as I drove into her mouth. Her gaze never left mine, eyes glassy with tears and heat. That look—choking, hungry, unblinking—was so dangerously sexy it pushed me over the edge.

“Arrgh…”

My body tensed. “god…” I knew what it was. My first release. It surged from my brain, paralysing my system as it flows to my core.

“Lucia…Fvck!” I groaned, pulling hard at her hair, as I shot my seed in her mouth, my entire body shuddering as I emptied myself.

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I collapsed onto the bed, recovering from the tremor. She stayed kneeling, wiping her mouth of the remains of the sperm she had swallowed.

Then she stood, walking away. I sat up at once, thinking she was leaving. But she had only taken a few calculated steps to tease me.

“I can’t run anymore, even if I wanted to,” she said with a soft smile.

“Why not?” I asked, returning her smile.

“Tired of it.”

Lucia is a beautiful woman. Very pretty. I’ve always admired her, but now that I’m doing it openly and freely, it’s heartwarming.

I stood, fastening my pants, and crossed to her. Pinning her gently against me, I kissed her. “I have never felt this alive…and this famished.”

She chuckled. “I will make us something.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, letting her go.

She was at the door when I remembered Erica and me had tampered with her kitchen.

“You might need to get some groceries.”

She turned.

“Did Erica cook?”

“I… tried.”

She laughed softly. “It is not completely empty, is it?”

“A few things left, but not sure what they could make.”

“I will manage.”

But I had one more thought. “Lucia?”

She turned again, smiling. “You really made a mess of my ingredients, didn’t you?”

“I did,” I admitted. “And I have some guests coming over tonight.”

“You want me to stay and cook for them.”  

“Yes, please. I could go to the store,” I offered, knowing she might manage to make us something now, but the things there can’t work for the dinner of four adults.

“Have you done grocery shopping before?”

“I just had my first blow job,” I said. “Might as well make it a day of firsts.”

She grinned. “I’ll write the list.”