First time.

And as you lean slightly against the table, my hands tremble as I reach up—that thing just inches from me—for the first time.
(Well… since that time you stuck it in my face while we were camping, anyway.)

My hands land on either side of it… softly. Reverently.
I let out a breath—like I've been holding it for a decade.

Because I have.

Forcing myself to be calm, I gently take the waistband into my hands and start slowly peeling down. And as you shift your hips, back and forth, to aid in the effort, my heart about leaps from my chest.

Skin.

Your skin.

And nothing else.

Slow, ever so slowly revealed as the jeans slide down your hips.

I can't help it—I give one perfect cheek a kiss as the fabric slides down your leg.
My body, shaking as you step out of them.

And then I see it.

Waiting for me.

“……Really? For the first time?”

“Of course, Sir! I know what you like.”

“Careful, girl. You might spoil me.”

“Mmmm, Sir. I'd hate for you to get used to this.” you shift your hips back, then forth.

I narrow my eyes up at you as you glance back and down at me, that look in your face. But I'm too in awe to argue.

Reaching up, I grasp it…

And I'm almost undone already from the sound you make as your knees almost buckle and you lean even more into the table as I pull, ever so gently…

After a few seconds, the resistance fades, and you make another noise, low, guttural. Sexier than anything I've heard in my life.

And as I remove it from where you've had it hidden for… how long now?
Dinner? The movie? The entire evening?

Just the thought makes my own breath catch…

I pop it in my mouth without thinking. Drag it back slowly—my lips wrapped tightly around the curve of metal…

“Sir?!” I hear you gasp. Then—before you even have time to close your mouth—my tongue is there.
Pushing. Sucking. Licking. Fucking.

Your knees weaken again at the intensity of it.
A starving man at a banquet—finding his favorite meal, expertly prepared, waiting just for him.

It wouldn't normally be enough to push you over the edge on its own, but after years of anticipation, the all-out assault, intense but soft in the way only the tongue can be, soon has you collapsing on the floor, legs quaking, body shivering just as mine was a moment before.

Mmmm.
Don't want me getting used to it, huh?
But what about you?

Will you ever get used to it?

…Yeah.

I do wonder.

Shall we find out?

PS — Baby. I can't even begin to explain why, but… this is a hunger in me that will not be sated. This “first time” biz? Nah… it'll be like this every time, for me.

Only when you want it.

But… when you want it?

Oh, babygirl.

You are gonna get it.