A Secret Revealed Ch. 05

Requiring a moment for her words to sink in, I nodded and slowly made my way to the bed. Was I allowed to? My clothes were wet, but she didn't seem to stop me. I carefully sat down, remembering that she didn't want me to see her, so I turned around and crossed my legs. My glass joined hers, still half full, and I faced the mushroom brown wall. From what I could hear, she was digging around in one of her drawers. Bulge throbbing eagerly, I shifted to try and get more comfortable. My hues blurred as I waited, rubbing my forearm as the heat warmed my cheeks. What did she have in store for us this time?

I felt her fingers slither over my shoulders and a brief kiss in my hair. Applying a bit of force down on me, I followed her orders, scooting forward while I fell slowly into her arms. She lowered me to the cushy mattress, my hues swiftly locking onto those emeralds. I needed her. "Don't be scared, alright? Just, relax" she whispered quietly, filling me with anxiety and excitement. I nodded and she smiled in response, leaning down so that our lips could touch inversely. Lingering until my lungs became parched, she cupped my cheeks and withdrew, watching our saliva divide and droop against my tongue. Going down again, I prepared for another kiss but she evaded my lips and took a slow lap along my chin, flatly trailing down the hook of my sensitive neck. I threw my head back and clutched the blanket as she started her journey downward. So this is what she meant by taking care of it.

Stopping by my collar, she pinched my hoodie's zip and pulled it open as she followed behind. Undoing it at the base, she let it part to expose my drenched shirt. She felt my hips sensually as her fingers hooked my shirt's frill to work it over my tummy. Realizing what she wanted, I sat up on my elbows so that she could get it off easier. Although, with my hoodie still on, she was only able to get it behind my head, all bunched up with my arms still trapped in that position. But that's exactly what she wanted. I rested my head on the stretching fabric of my shirt and watched with an aching desire as she leaned in to kiss my chest. The champagne still moist on my flesh, she took her time to lick every inch of it as she made her way down to my cleavage. The slippery flat strokes of her tongue would replace the champagne's sweetness with her own saliva, coaxing me to moan and squirm.

She grinned when her nose bumped my sodden bra. Dipping in, her teeth sunk into its bridge and she tugged until my breasts were caught by a stray breeze that felt icy from the wetness. The bra strained, her mouth subtly parting as she released it, allowing the elastic material to whip me softly. Groaning, I arched up for her attention. I didn't want her to tease me like that. I just needed release. She chuckled at my whines and went back down to lap at the gathering of champagne from between my small mounds. Mushing her fingers into my bra, she squeezed some of the wetness out, roughly groping me in the process, before she suckled it from the fabric. My hips rolled with need, but she was taking her time. I guess she was right about me. When it came to sex I was always straight to the point. On the other hand, she wanted to take her time, let it last longer. So, that's what I would do.

Glancing up, her own bare breasts were right above me. Forgetting my own pleasure, I awkwardly wormed up because of my tied arms, flicking my tongue at one of her delicate buds. She was taken off guard by the sensation and a soft purr escaped her lips. Lowering her chest to me, I rested more comfortably with my cheeks caving as I vigorously suckled her breast. Her tongue swirled in slow drags on my bra, drinking from it ever so often. I felt the heat leave my one cup and move to the other, smothering it with her spit and warming my supple flesh below. At the same time, I released hers with a lustful pop and a pinkish mark around her nipple, causing her to moan into my bra. Straightening my legs across the bed's length, a sigh heaved from my chest. I wanted to feel her so badly. My cock ached for her.

At least the wait didn't last too long as she palmed each cup and continued upwards. Leaving butterfly kisses and wet licks behind as reminders, her lips puckered around my bellybutton and slurped the small shot of champagne. I shivered, my goosebumps tickling me from the lewd feeling. My tantalizing treat lulled her in, but she still took her time, playing with me. Sloppily dragging her tongue to the lip of my pants, she inhaled the potency of my seed. A blush burned me and I looked away. From just feeling it, I knew that I was a total mess down there. I visibly throbbed in my constraints, my bulge protruding like a caged beast.

"Eve..." her breath kissed me through the fabric, "...a lot of girls would love to be like you. You shouldn't be ashamed of what you are" her voice was like hot rain that melted my tensed muscles. Her knee caved the mattress in beside my head, "Since you first showed it to me, I've wanted to know what it's like. It's impossible for me to understand...but still". She pressed the tip of her tongue to the drenched fabric and I bit my lip softly. "Please, Eve..." nuzzling against my bulge, she muffled her plea. Only then did I realize something odd hovering above me. Slowly glancing up, I was flooded with warmth at the sight. Strapped tightly to her hips, a fake phallus extended from her moistened panties. At least half the size of my own, but just as lifelike, and it seemed to match her tanned complexion almost perfectly. No, this was Rose's cock.

She wanted to be like me. What a strange feeling, the weirdness of being envied by another person. My heart was lifted by a bright beam and it sung to the rest of my body. Why did such a stupid thing make me feel this way? I was overflowing with joy and I had no idea why. Damn it, Rose. Curving up, I kissed the underside of her cock, passionately lapping at it while I got used to the taste and feeling. She sat up a little to watch me, her hues glazing over with love and desire. "Yes, baby, just like that" she whispered heavily at the erotic sight. Of course she didn't actually feel it...but she did feel it. I sucked on its side gently, dragging my lips from tip to base, making it glisten with my spit. This was as new for me as it was for her, so I was a little sloppy with my inexperienced movements, but she didn't complain either.

I slid to her base, slurping loudly as I positioned myself beneath it. Her flower displayed a wide, dark canvas in her panties where her arousal had made its mark. That smell, the sweet scent of her dew. Nuzzling into the drenched fabric, I breathed her in and indulged myself to her natural flavor. She gripped my thighs to support herself, moaning from the pit of her stomach. Feasting greedily on her juices, my constricted arms tried, and failed, to hold her down to my lips. I alternated between making out with the sodden cotton hiding her slit and licking along her rigid extra appendage. Her shallow breaths and trembling frame fueled my lust, her cringing fingers and rocking hips ignited my passion. I wanted her to feel the pleasure she always gave to me.

Finding her dismantled senses and piecing them together in her haze, she slid her thumbs into my pants, hooking my underwear in the process. The small details were easily ignored as I ravished her on my end, but a quick tug and a cold breeze was enough to get my attention. Mewing into her panties. my cock stood achingly upright and pulsed with freedom. A thick puddle of my cream had formed all around its base, a good trail of it running through my virgin petals. Pulling my coverage even lower, she could see how the juices had coated my inner thighs with a reflective sheen. I stopped briefly, my chin wet with her essence as I watched her lean down. Our eyes met for a moment and she smiled, that naughty sparkle in her hues.

Her grin parted over my tip, her breath wrapped me up in its warmth, her luscious lips waiting so agonizingly close to my pleasure, but none came. Leaning in completely, she turned her head and dodged my length. The breath that I was holding in was suddenly exhaled with a desperate moan. I felt her chuckles on my skin and she kissed around its base. "Tonight, you won't be using this" she whispered seductively against my sensitive ridges. A statement that made me throb with excitement, and yet it worried me at the same time. So she really did intend to go all the way with her new attachment. My 'masculine' virginity was already taken by her, so why did this scare me so much? It would hurt, I knew that much already, but that didn't really concern me. So why then?

Cutting my thought-process short, a slippery heat lapped at my flesh in delicate motions; She licked up the thick puddles of cream, teasing me in all the right ways. Anxiously twitching under her, my tongue copied the movements of her own as I watched her enjoying the lewd act. I was going blank. Ever so often I would be treated to the feeling of her smooth cheek nudging my shaft, or her hot breath teasing its base, but nothing more. I would surely be driven insane by her. My seed had been slurped up by her wondering lips and she was soon travelling even closer to what she wanted. She crawled forward steadily while her kisses and licks only grew more lustful as she made her way passed my cock. Sucking in a sharp gasp, I bit my lip, preparing for what was to come.

My creamy seed was simply icing on the cake of my petals. There was no warning. A soul-compacting touch, her tongue slithered through my pink valley, tasting the fruity virgin treat. I shuddered, my back lifting off the bed slightly. She glossed over it again, forcing her muscle against my soft folds to taste me properly. Falling limp, chest rapidly heaving, digits clasping together in their bounds, my mouth cracked to swallow air. Her lips closed over my opening and she probed me gently, cautiously exploring the tight tunnel. I tried to part my legs for her but they were also constricted at the knee by my clothes. Damn it, I wanted her even deeper. She settled with her hair draping onto the mattress and my flower being tenderly assaulted nonstop. Taking her time with me, each stroke got a bit harder, each lap a bit deeper. My hypersensitivity was already aching in my lower tummy, making me squirm instinctively to try and get away, but her firm hands held me still.

God, that sensation was a blessing and a curse. Before long, my hues fluttered and rolled, the burning sensitivity proving itself too much as I twitched and bucked randomly under her. I swear that I could feel her making out with my flower, although when she dipped her tongue inside to find my own, she instead caressed my convulsing pink hole. Subtle movements of every lick were a different symphony of pleasure, deeper and more delicate laps at my core were coiling and heated waves through my being. Pinching and suckling on my nub with those sweet peels, the pressure made me writhe and the relaxation allowed me to breath. Butterfly wings danced around my opening. leaving spots of saliva where it landed to tease me. Mists of hot breath crept inside and twirled to my depths. I had no chance.

The only sort of warning that I could create was a short series of mews as I thrust to meet my desire. Cringing all of my digits, my vision went dark. Not letting up for even a moment, she slid her arms under the cradle of my lower back and hugged me tightly to her body, nuzzling into my fruit with her tongue embedded in me and awaiting its hot nectar. I caved in, sucking in a final, long inhale. My body froze and numbed from chest to veins to limbs to toes. That tiny moment of paralysis was the quake before the waves. I lifted off the bed and bit my lip, but then immediately crashed back down as my orgasm pulsed through me. As much as my sensitivity tried to get out of her hold, she kept me still while I cried out and shivered through the unbearable beats of pleasure. She drank from me, her own personal treat, my hips rolling frantically for even more of that aching lust.

Clawing at the blanket, my next orgasm came as an aftershock that was coaxed up my length carefully. She already knew what was about to happen and so she pulled away from my flower, strings of her spit and my nectar connecting her lips to my core in such a dirty, sexy way. I sighed as the tingles spiraled through my length and gave their warning. But before I could make even more of a mess, she closed her lips over my tip. Squirming uncontrollably, my seed oozed into her mouth slowly, the lack of stimulation making it thick but brief as she gulped it down. Cock visibly throbbing, her throat subtly convulsing, I panted with my hues rolling as spikes of sensitivity pierced me; A tantalizing descent to reality until her lips slowly parted and she swallowed.

She rolled over, lifting her one leg over me so that she was no longer straddling my chest. Her emeralds met my oceans and we sat in silence. Still tied up in my own clothing, I decided to wait for her next move. "Are you okay with this?" her dominant, sultry attitude was dropped temporarily and replaced with concern. Bringing her fore and middle finger to her cock, she tenderly ran them along its top. For some reason, seeing her with the same thing as me was strangely, well, hot. It was smaller by quite a few inches and not nearly as thick, which I was more than happy about. Something like mine would seriously hurt me, so I was glad she took my comfort into consideration. I lingered with my gaze on her cock for a little longer than I wanted before I found her eyes. Her expression explained everything; My decision would be final. Whether I said yes or no, she would obey me without question. That's just the way she was.

So, after a few moments of thought, I nodded.

Her peels spread into a loving smile and I could hear her heart sing to mine. "I'll be gentle, okay?..." she leaned forward to cup my cheek, "...I promise I'll never hurt you again". Those pained emeralds couldn't lie to me. But I could also feel that message branded into my trust. I didn't know what to believe. Closing my eyes, I shook it away. No, this is Rose. This is the woman I love, isn't it? My insecurities were hidden behind a smile and I looked up into her eyes...those truthful, loving, comforting, sincere, eyes. She glowed a little when I returned the smile and she lowered herself to me, our lips entwining for a passionate exchange. I was hers, and she was mine, that's all that mattered.

Sucking the air from my lungs, she sat upright with her own chest heaving slightly. I guess I made her feel the same way. Her fingers hooked my underwear and pants, dragging them away before they were dropped beside the bed. Finally, freedom. Instinctively stretching out my legs to feel the blanket's coldness against my bare skin, I was stopped when she wrapped a hand around my closest ankle. Understanding what she wanted, I followed her movements as she bent it towards me and got in position between my thighs. God, what a sight. As she eased her hold on me, she placed her palm next to my head while the other ran up my arm. With some struggle, we were able to work my jacket and shirt off so that I was officially free. I found her sides instantly to touch and feel her flesh that I'd been denied for too long; So smooth under my fingertips.

Caressing my cheek, she trailed her knuckles further to push against the bed and prepare herself. The other dipped between her thighs and aimed the fake cock at its welcoming entry. My teeth grit when the spongy head nudged me, but she stopped immediately when she saw my fear. Her crimson hair flowing around me, her green hues glistening above my own, I released a shaky breath. I wanted this. Once I had calmed, she let her hips sink forward. My moist petals parted for her and the hardness met taut resistance as she prodded at my hole. "Don't worry. We'll take it slow, alright?" she smiled warmly, bringing me enough comfort to breath and calm myself. Adjusting slightly, our hues met and she gave a brief nod, which I eagerly returned. All doubt and fear was alleviated. I wanted her.

"I love you", her words dulled the pain. She slid into me and tore my virginity. Cringing, I sunk my fingers into her hips to hold her in place, widening my legs as they curled into the blankets. Although brief, the painful twinge brought heat to my eyes, causing a few tears to brim and roll. Our hues never broke their connection. I hesitantly opened for her and she pushed deeper until our hips met, joining us in that single moment. "It gets better" she assured me, and I trusted her, but the pain didn't cease for quite some time. Nonetheless, she waited patiently for me. The warmth of my pierced womanhood was strangely comforting, as though the blood was kinda worth it in the grand scheme of things. Of course it hurt, but that pain allowed me to see Rose's loving smile more clearly than ever before. Still in slight discomfort, I crossed my legs around her thighs and worked up a smile.

She tangled her fingers in my raven strands so that I could be lifted into the kiss. Sliding my palms around her, I closed the distance between us and wrapped her up in my desperation. The tender mounds of her chest were upon my own, her nails feeling my ribs, our saliva being mixed in the battle for dominance, my flower heating with passion around her cock, the pressure of her body against my erection. Pain and pleasure only separated by love. Reeling into motion, that fullness left me as she readied her first thrust. No more fear, only desire. She slid her tongue out of the kiss and cupped the back of my head more delicately. The wolf-like pierce of her gaze asked a single question that I couldn't answer with anything more than a nod. "You're mine" she purred.

I bit my lip as she pierced my core steadily. If anything, she was correct about it getting better. The pain was nothing more than a lingering ache that was slowly easing into pleasure. Her hips rolled once again and that emptiness returned. Despite being smaller than my own, her cock was still big enough to fill me, and it carried its own kind of satisfaction every time it withdrew from my tightening hole. We connected and the bed shifted with us. She was so strong above me. Even at a slow pace I could feel her taking charge. My cock throbbed between our tummies as she rocked us and I couldn't hold in my whimpers any longer. Her lips crushed into mine to silence me, never losing the rhythm of her strokes. Every thrust into my sensitivity threatened to send me over the edge and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was helpless below her.

Before she could even find a steady beat, I squirmed awkwardly and bucked against her stomach. Something hot brewed between us and cascaded down my sides, some managing to pool in the canyon of our mashing beasts. She slowed her movements and broke the kiss with a confused expression. I lay with a heaving chest and a lewd blankness across my features, savoring the afterglow and warmth. "Did you just..." she glanced down to see my creamy seed slathering our bodies. Unable to respond, my cheeks lit up a bright pink and I tore my gaze to the side. I guess I was more sensitive than I thought. Once she realized what had happened, she giggled and planted a wet kiss on my temple. "So cute" her fingers danced up my ribs to pinch my chin gently. Slowly turning me to face her, our hues locked in a deep exchange. Without another word, she captured my breath and molded her lips against my own.

Her back arched and curved, sliding her cock from base to tip, massaging my drooling flower. Its nectar lulling her to penetrate deeper and pouring my arousal with each thrust. My cock remained rigid and pulsing between us, greedily awaiting its next release. After my first orgasm, my sensitivity seemed to dull, although still more than enough to send unbearable spikes through me. I was able to contain myself this time and truly enjoy the simple pleasures. Toes curling against her thighs, fingers cringing into her back, my moans were met by her own between each kiss. She was soon driving into me with enough force to sway the entire bed and I was in absolute bliss. The steel frame would scrape and smack the wall every time her powerful hips clapped into my own, and her muscles would tense and reveal themselves under her soft skin. I must have forgotten who I was dealing with.