Blue Hair Pt. 01

She looks slightly confused for a moment, but doesn't stop moving. She turns under my hands and presses herself as close to me as she can manage. We grind like this for an entire song. Her ass is firmly pressed against my groin. There's no doubt in my mind that she can feel my erection trying to escape my zipper. I press it into her more firmly, trying to get some release when she leans back and asks, "where's your girl?"

"Not my girl," I shout over the music.

She turns in my hands again and looks incredulous, but doesn't asks me any more questions. Instead she pulls me down so that she can speak in my ear, "lucky me."

That's all that I need to hear before I grab her hand and pull her behind me through the house to the back yard. I don't stop until we're on the side of the house, away from the handful of people that have bled outside. I push her slight body against the house and claim her mouth. I don't ask permission. With the way that she responds to me immediately, I didn't need it. She tastes like Deadman's Punch and something that has to be one hundred percent her. My tongue is clumsy in her mouth, the kiss is wet and sloppy. She wraps her arms around my neck as her legs wrap around my waist.

There's a voice in the back of my mind asking who the hell this person is. But I'm too lost in my lust- for this girl that I've known for less than a day- to care. I move my lips to her neck and am rewarded with a strangled moan. She tangles her fingers in my hair and starts to rock against my abdomen. I suck hard enough to mark her. She shows her appreciation by scraping her nails along my scalp. It feels fantastic.

Her skin is salty with sweat. I'm overtaken by the urge to taste more of her.

I set her back on her feet. She makes a noise of disapproval until I kneel in front of her. I slow my pace and kiss my way up each thigh, making sure to kiss ever flower of her tattoo. Anticipation is thick in the cool midnight air. I suck at the sensitive skin at the hem of her play suit. My fingers slide up her calves before I grab them both and hook her legs over my shoulders. This way her back is resting against the house and my face is exactly where I want it to be. I press my nose into the covered apex of her thighs. I make eye contact with her before inhaling deeply. I can smell the sweetness of her arousal. Her eyes plead with me and she quietly begs me, "please."

I nearly explode in my pants at the quiet plea, and I haven't even touched myself. I have mercy on her. I pull the small bit of fabric out of the way. We hiss in unison, her at the fresh air hitting her wetness, me at the fact that she isn't wearing any underwear. She's glistening in the dim light from the moon. I lightly trail my finger between her hairless lips and bring it to my lips. She tastes even better than she smells. She buries her hands in my hair and urges my forward.

I smile at her eagerness, "with pleasure."

I dive into this woman that is driving me half out of my mind. I press my lips to her most sensitive spot. I suckle her swollen clit and swirl my tongue around her. I look up as she throws her head back in pleasure. Her eyes are screwed shut and she murmuring incoherent sentences. I moan against her at the sight of her losing herself. At the feeling of the vibration against her, she begins to rock her hips against me. I press my tongue more firmly into her, lapping at her arousal. I'm brought to the edge just knowing that I can give her this pleasure. I feel her start to tense against me as her bucking hips become more erratic. Wanting to draw out her orgasm, I slip a finger into her and continue flicking my tongue against her. She's incredibly tight. My one finger fits snugly inside her. I pump it in and out furiously.

It sends her over the edge. She cums into my mouth and I drink up all of her sweet nectar.

I kiss her inner thighs while she comes down from her high. She slips her legs from off my shoulders. Her knees buckle and I stand quickly to keep her upright. Her eyes are hooded and he cheeks are flushed. But I'm elated to find out that she isn't finished with me. She attacks my mouth. Her tongue is tentative as she tastes herself on me. She's quickly devouring my mouth just as she was before. Her fingers trail over my raging erecting. I flinch as I feel the feather light pressure. I need some kind of relief. As if she's read my mind, she breaks our kiss and whispers against my lips, "fuck me."

She doesn't wait for me to answer. She's already turned and pressed her hands against the house, pushing her ass into me again.

Knowing that I don't need to get her ready, and that I'm beyond ready myself, I make quick work of my zipper. I pull the condom out of my back pocket- wishful thinking paying off- and roll it on my leaking length.

I lean down and kiss her shoulder as I move the soaked fabric between her legs and position myself.

I slowly begin to push into her. The heat the envelopes my head has me seeing stars. I push a little farther and am met with resistance. My blood runs cold, and I freeze.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

She's a virgin.