Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 03

Once she got a steady rhythm going, she allowed her other hand to play with his balls, fondling them with such dexterity that he began to softly moan. Continuing to jerk him off, she allowed her palm to work its magic, gradually shortening her strokes until he was trembling beneath her hand.

The head of his cock had thickened, balls drawing tighter against his body as he groaned out her name. Without breaking eye contact, she substituted her hand for her mouth, and with a languidness that pushed a hot sigh from his lips, eased the length of his cock into her mouth.

Well aware of how sexy her lips were, Claudia tightened them around his shaft, then inch by inch, sunk more of him into the lushness of her mouth. With a sharp intake of breath, Tristan watched, breathing heavier and deeper with every second.

Pinning his eyes on her soft, plump lips, he concentrated on the way that they enveloped his penis, gradually engulfing more of his flesh before finally nearing the base. Not shifting her gaze for even a second, Claudia watched as his head fell back, chest rapidly rising and falling with every tense, labored breath.

Proud of her ability to withdraw such a reaction, Claudia opened her throat to slide him in deeper, but as the muscles of her windpipe began to wildly flex in protest, she knew she'd taken as much as she possibly could.

Having succeeded months ago at taking every inch of Lucas's penis, Claudia had figured It'd be the same with Tristan. But the length Tristan possessed proved just a bit much for her to handle.

Tristan didn't seem bothered in the least, however, however, because his mouth hung slack, breaths leaving in harsh pants as he awaited her next move. Slowly, she pulled her head back, then once again forward to take him back in.

Tightly pursing her lips, Claudia sucked in her cheeks, and with an ardency that pushed a gasp from his lungs, began moving her lips up and down his shaft.

Completely in the zone, she steadily increased her speed, relishing the salty, masculine taste that he was continually emitting. Still playing with his balls, she noticed they had grown very tight, and eager to bring him to that point of no return, she sucked harder still.

Now slobbering his cock, Claudia allowed her saliva to run free, making his penis so wet and sloppy that suction-like noises filled the room.

As Tristan's breathing shifted, Claudia knew he was on the verge of climaxing, but before he could release his load in her mouth, he urgently called out to her.

"Claudia..." His voice came out strained, as if speaking her mere name required all of his energy.

"Hmmm?" With lips still wrapped around him, Claudia continued to suck him off.

"Wanna cum on your tits..." Slurred with pleasure, Tristan's words came out in a hot gasp. "Claude, please..." he begged before releasing a heady moan. "I'm close, can't hold out much longer."

Releasing his cock with an audible pop, Claudia rose to her knees, then quickly stripped out of her camisole so that her breasts were bared. After throwing it aside, she reclined on her back, then gazed up at Tristan as he maneuvered his body so that he was straddling her.

With eyes pinned on her breasts, Tristan began to furiously jack off, moving his hand with such speed that it became nothing more than a blur.

Completely turned on, Claudia began to play with her nipples, twisting and tugging at the blackberry-colored peaks. She didn't know what it was about watching a guy jack off but it had always gotten her excited, and with a long, hot moan from deep in her throat, she pushed out some lusty words.

"Cum all over my tits, Tristan," she said while looking deep into his eyes. "Let me see it shoot from that nice, long cock."

Driven over the edge by her naughty words, Tristan blasted a huge load all over Claudia's chest, covering not only her breasts, but most of her stomach as well. Hot and thick, it created white stripes against her brown skin, providing a stark contrast that even she found visually pleasing.

Completely spent of fluid, Tristan grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand, and after wiping his cock off, discarded the tissue in a wastebasket. Expecting him to wipe her off as well, Claudia waited for him to retrieve another tissue. But as he lowered his head to her cum splattered chest, she realized that a tissue wasn't needed.

Slowly, and with a provocativeness, Tristan licked a stripe of cum from her right breast, then promptly licked again to remove an especially thick rope of semen.

Completely aroused by the sight of him eating his own cum, Claudia watched as he swirled his tongue around a blackberry-colored nipple. Uttering a moan of appreciation, Claudia watched as he began to tongue it, suckling it like a hungry baby before releasing it from his mouth.

After giving her other nipple the same treatment, he lifted his head from her breasts, then moved his mouth towards hers until their lips were close enough to touch. Savoring the taste of his mouth, Claudia deepened the kiss, wanting more of the musky essence that coated the surface of his tongue.

Still amazed that he had eaten his own cum, she passionately kissed him, probing her tongue with a sensual slowness that made him moan into her mouth. When their lips finally parted, each took a moment to catch their breaths, and after situating his body so he was laying on his back, Tristan eased out a sigh of contentment.

Although currently flaccid, Tristan's cock was still impressively sized, and this led Claudia to gaze at it with a kind of wonder on her face.

Having never been a size queen, she'd never even considered having sex with a well hung guy. But now that she was face to face with a rather large one, she found herself wondering how on earth it would ever fit inside her. As it was, she'd only been able to take half of it in her mouth, so what was going to happen when the time came for them to have sex?

Perhaps noticing that she was staring at him, Tristan looked away from the ceiling, then rolled onto his side before sliding a palm along her thigh.

"If you want, I can do you too," he said. "I'm not an expert or anything, but I've been told that my tongue is pretty darn skilled."

"By who?" She asked, but no sooner had the question come out, did she suddenly remember. "Oh, you mean *her*."

"Yes," Tristan said, but on noticing the way her lips suddenly pulled tight, he quickly followed up with an apology.

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought her up."

"It's fine."

"Then why do you look so pissed?"

"I'm not pissed," she quickly responded. "I'm jealous, okay?"

"But why?" For a moment he just stared at her. "She was a summer fling, Claude. And pretty much just used me for sex."

"Really?" Claudia asked. "Why? What makes you say that?"

"Well, everytime she came over my house, she'd always go straight for my dick. No small talk or anything, just straight to bed so we could get it on."

"Like you didn't love that," Claudia responded.

"Well yeah, a part of me did. But once the sex was over and we were just laying there in bed, I realized that she was pretty much a stranger. I mean technically I knew who she was, but she never opened up and connected with me on a deeper level."

Still looking a little sullen, Claudia lowered her gaze from his. But her lashes slowly lifted as he took her hand into his.

"Just about any woman can get a guy interested on the physical level, Claude. But the one who captures his heart is the girl he'll always want to keep around."

Melting at his words, her heart beat quicker, and as his arm wrapped around her small waist, Claudia slung a leg over his thigh.

"Sorry baby," she said while gazing into his eyes. "That was silly of me, I should have never gotten jealous."

"It's okay, bunny." He nuzzled his nose against hers before adding, "It just means that you care, and I appreciate that."

She softly smiled before asking, "How about tomorrow? I think we both need to rest right now, recharge our batteries so we can go out and explore the city tomorrow afternoon."

"First thing in the morning?" The look on his face let her know that he was hopeful. "I have always wanted to eat your pussy, Claude. You don't know how many times I've jerked off to the thought of it."

"Really?" Her eyes became shiny, thighs beginning to tingle at the mere prospect.

"Oh yeah." No longer caressing her thigh, his fingers were now brushing that heated spot between her legs.

"I'll eat you out nice and slow at first, let you get used to the feel of my tongue. Then once you're all warmed up, I'll stick a finger inside you...loosen that tight little pussy up so I can slide my tongue into your warm hole."

"You're getting me all wet," she softly said.

"Duh, that's the idea," he said with a grin.

Focusing on the feel of his fingers against her pussy, Claudia relaxed, allowing her head to sink into the pillow as she eased out a gentle sigh. Allowing his thumb to make circles against her clit, Tristan watched her intently, steadily building the rhythm of his digit until her hips began to shift.

Although it was gradual, Claudia realized he was slipping a finger beneath her panties. And at first contact of his digit against her bareness, she spread her legs, opening them as far as they would go.

"Okay, I'm not tired anymore," she proclaimed. "I wanna be eaten out, and I want it right now."

"That's what I hoping for," Tristan huskily said, and within a matter of seconds, positioned his head between her legs.

From the very first touch of his tongue, she was eager for more, moving her hips back and forth to the rhythm of his wet, silky tongue. Rather than simply lick her, he seemed to savor the flavor of her pussy, using slow, short licks before gradually working up to a quicker speed.

Already releasing a syrupy slickness, Claudia's pussy was eager for more, and perhaps spurred on by her intensifying moans, Tristan lifted his fingers to play with her perky breasts. Overtaken with pleasure, Claudia arched her back, pushing her tight little hole even firmer against his face.

"Tristan," she quietly purred as he fucked her with his tongue. "Oh baby, yes, you really *do* know how to use your tongue."

As if wanting to enforce this statement, Tristan lapped her eagerly, slipping his tongue between her folds so that her hole was directly stimulated.

Still utilizing his hands, Tristan pulled and twisted her nipples, prodding the swollen buds until they were long and hard and sticking out into the air. With her legs already as wide as she could get them, Claudia was exposed and powerless, held hostage to the tongue that so deftly manipulated that part of her body which was most sensitive.

Steadily oozing from her velvety center, the juices she released were making a mess of Tristan's face. But like a man in the midst of a pie eating contest, he just kept on going and going.

Feeling like a delicious piece of candy that he just couldn't get enough of, Claudia cried out for more. But she didn't need to say a word in order for Tristan to know that she was close to the edge.

On a mission to make her cum, Tristan began stimulating her clit, alternating between slow probing licks and quick, choppy ones that made her cry out his name. Now tensed up, Claudia's body was beginning to tremble.

Her breaths came out in a deep, shuddering rhythm and her fingers were burrowed into his hair, continuously tugging the silky strands as his tongue continued to worship her.

While still tweaking her nipples, Tristan intensified the pressure of his tongue on her clit, and with fevered moan that tore from her lips, she squirted her juices into his awaiting mouth.

Feeling as if she'd just been on the world's fastest merry go round, Claudia gave a faint whimper, thrashing beneath his touch as he licked and sucked and moaned into her pussy.

Even once he'd finished licking her and lifted his head from between her legs, she was still lightly trembling. But as he positioned his body so that he was laying beside her, the hazy fog of post-climax began to clear.

Well-tongued and thoroughly satiated, Claudia nuzzled against his masculine body. Protectively, he drew her closer so that her body was against his, and with their forms pressed sensually against one another, they gazed into each other's eyes.

His touch held nothing but tenderness, and the way he held her in his arms let her know that he treasured her presence. But there was something about the way he was eyeing her that made her feel as if he had something on his mind.

A few moments passed, then finally several moments before he shifted against her. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, and with a clear of his throat, he began to speak.

"I love you," he blurted out. "I don't care if It's been less than a month since we officially started going out, I've known it for awhile now and just had to let you know."

"Wow." For several long seconds, Claudia was completely quiet. "I wasn't expecting this at all. I mean I was eventually, but not so soon."

"I've wanted to say it for awhile now," he stated, "but I didn't want you to think I was trying to rush things along. So I figured I'd just keep it to myself until the time was right."

"Oh, sweetie." Her fingers lifted to graze his jawline, tracing the smooth, defined edge.

"I love you too."

"Really?" His eyes peered very deeply into hers. "Because if you don't It's completely fine. I mean It's not fine of course because I'll be totally bummed, but I don't want you to say it out of pity or - "

She cut him off with a kiss, tongue slipping between the pads of his lips before entering the heat of his mouth. Now tinged with the taste of Claudia's juices, Tristan's mouth was soft and wet, his lips creating a delicious friction against her own.

Sensually, he ran a palm along her thigh, gliding it further upward until he reached her hips. His palm came to a stop at her waist, and with a tenderness that made her sigh into his mouth, he slowly rubbed circles against the curve of her hip. Slowly they pulled away to break the seal of their lips, pupils equally dilated as their gazes locked and held.

"I do love you, Tristan," she said while staring into his eyes. "You know I do. You can feel that It's the truth."

Keenly observant and tuned into his woman's emotions, Tristan regarded her in silence. His eyes then shifted to her hair, taking in the way her long, tight curls were fanned out against the pillow.

Perhaps seeking to find out if they were just as soft as they looked, he threaded his fingers through them, allowing his digits to slowly ease through the thick, glossy coils.

"You're beautiful, Claude," he said in a voice that was mellow and smooth. "I love everything about you."

"We've only been dating a few weeks, dork. Of course you love everything about me."

"No, I really do," he insisted. "You connect with me in a way that no one else really does. I feel good around you. Real happy, and you always make me smile."

"God, you're sweet," she said while brushing her nose against the tip of his. "You make me feel good too, baby, and I'm happy to have you in my life."

Lowering his gaze to her body, Tristan's eyes swept the expanse of naked flesh that was on display before him.

"Your skin is so pretty." His palm glided languidly along her waist, then up and over the hips that were still widening into their womanly shape. "I love how smooth and brown it is."

Still caressing her skin, Tristan pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, delicately pressing kisses along it before brushing his lips over the curve of her breasts.

"I can't wait until we make love," he said through a breath that tickled her nipples. "It's going to be amazing, you know."

"Mhmmm," she lazily drawled, and as his penis began to harden against her thigh, she gazed down to watch it steadily rise.

"You see the effect you have on me?" Tristan's breath fanned hot against her cheek. "I'm crazy about you, Claude."

Still watching his penis, she noticed the way it extended, steadily thickening as blood rushed into the shaft.

"I notice you keep looking at it," Tristan said with a soft smile. "You do know that only makes it grow bigger, right?"

"Yeah." She tried to return the smile he was offering, but her lips remained still, eyes once again lowering to glace at his penis.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No, not exactly..." A brief pause intercepted her words. "It's just that I'm a little nervous."

"About what?"

"Having sex," she responded. "I'm just a little unsure if it will fit."

"You mean my penis..."

Claudia nodded, and he lowered his gaze to his now erect manhood.

"It's big," Claudia stated. "Not porn star huge, but definitely larger than I expected it to be."

"Is that good or bad?" Tristan asked.

"Well...neither really, I guess," she started to say, but as a puzzled look crossed his face, she realized elaboration was necessary. "I'm just a little nervous. I mean, I've never had one inside me, so I'm guessing our first time is going to be really painful."

"I'll be gentle with you, bunny. You're my girl, so I'll do everything I can to make it feel good."

"You'll go slow?" She asked.

"Of course. And we'll make sure your muscles are nice and relaxed."

"Well I guess you could give me a massage," she said. "But I don't know how that'll make it hurt any less."

"Your inner muscles, babe." A faint smile quirked his lips. "We'll have to loosen them up a bit, make it so It's easier for me to slip inside."

"How will we do that?" She asked.

"I've got a few ideas."

Although reassured, Claudia still had her doubts. But she knew that Tristan would take good care of her, so for the most part, her concerns were assuaged.

"It'll be fine sweetness, I promise." Dark and soft, Tristan's eyes held a tenderness, a deep and inner warmth that made her body relax against his.

Holding each other close, they shared a sweet, tender kiss. Then snuggling beneath the comforter they cradled one another, falling asleep in each other's embrace.