She pecked and licked his neck, Matteo’s breathing became more labored. He clutched her tightly now, leaning away to give her easier access. He grunted as she started sucking on the skin there. Knowing that she was the source of his pleasure was an arousing and powerful feeling. Keela wished that she could move on to the feeling of him inside her right away but wanted to make his first time a bit more special. She kissed all the way down to his chest and gazed up to see him peering down at her. Their eyes remained locked when he started teasing one of his nipples with her tongue and rolling the other with the flat of her thumb. He tensed at the unfamiliar feeling, then started gasping and letting out short, guttaral noises as she alternated nips, licks and pinches on the two stiff nubs. He covered his mouth again with the back of his hand, but she paused to pull it gently away and raised up to kiss his palm and gently bite his fingers.
“Be good, Matteo.”
His heart was pounding in his ears.
“It’s ok to voice how you feel, don’t hold back.”
Hands lowered, she skittered the tips of her nails down his stomach, the muscles twitched and jumped there and his body shivered.
Keela lowered her lips again to his skin and trailed kisses which followed the previous path of her nails. She reached down to cup his member and pulled back. She raised herself with an “Oh?” and studied the generous bulge in his trousers.
Keela’s eyes widened as she glanced at him questioningly. He said nothing, still caught up in the pleasure of their foreplay, eyes glued to her face. She chuckled and positioned herself on her knees again, between his legs and started undoing the ties on his trousers. Her eyes widened even further when she freed his substantial cock from its restraints.
Matteo groaned deep in his throat as her dark fingers wrapped around his erection. Keela was amazed actually, he was a big boy! Big and girthy, actually the biggest she’s ever encountered. The scent of his sex seemed to dominate the room now and her mouth watered.
She stroked him a couple times, loving the feel of soft skin gliding over rock hard flesh, fascinated by the precum leaking from his tip.
She bent over, ass pointed in the air, cupping the tip of his manhood and then used the flat of her tongue to stroke him from root to crown. He gasped out loud as she continued, gripping the sheets till his fingertips were white, eyebrows knotted.
“You’re too tense,” she husked, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on her head.
“Don’t choke me now,” she teased, “and relax. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am.” She placed a gentle kiss on the head of his cock and smiled at him as it twitched.
He nodded wordlessly and tried to relax, but it was all new to him. All new and overwhelmingly pleasurable. Keela started trailing kisses up and down his dark red shaft, flicking her tongue over his flesh sporadically. He tightened his fingers around some of her locks and she moaned, circling his crown with her tongue, the tip slipped into the slit at the top and she pulled back, bringing a strand of precum with her.
He almost climaxed then and there.
“You taste so gooood, Matteo.” she crooned those words in her mellow, husky voice that made his toes curl.
She then slipped an open mouth and extended tongue over the head of his member. He felt a wave of heated air rush down his shaft as her head lowered. She only tightened her lips when she got to his root and settled there for a minute.
He grunted, gritting his teeth.
“Ugh! What is that? Is that your throat?”
She hummed and he threw his head back, stuttered curses fluttering from his lips.
Keela used the tips of her nails again, stroking his inner thighs, skittering across his stomach. His entire body bucked and jerked under her touch.
He was on fire, he swears. His balls ached, his cock was melting and all he could do was lay there like a salted cod.
He gasped aloud when she started moving up his organ, lips tight and cheeks hollow as she seemed to suck the very reason from his body.
“Gods!”
She raised up, lazily opening her mouth wide, a mixture of spittle and his essence coating her tongue. She wanted him to see it.
Her eyes were hazy and she licked her glistening lips.
“You’re making me crazy Matteo.”
He blushed even fiercer and she lowered her head again, slipped one hand between her legs where she prodded her clit and started working her fingers in and out of her slippery, weeping hole.
Down his shaft, hot breath, teasing. Up his cock, tight lips and sucking. Her groans and his became more fervent and he brushed the locks that slipped over her face so that he could clearly enjoy the sight of his glistening shaft disappearing into and reappearing out of her hot mouth.
She popped his cock out of her slightly aching jaws and coughed. Using her free hand to stroke him while she gently slithered her tongue about his glans. His hips bucked upward and he let out a gasp when her entire, warm mouth encompassed his balls. She never broke the rhythm of fingering herself and stroking him while she used her soft lips and nimble tongue to tenderly pleasure him.
She slipped her mouth back over his cock and started sucking faster, she knew he was close as his legs were trembling yet his hips and manhood were extra tense. She paused briefly, lips against his crown to murmur to him.
“I want you to come in my mouth Matteo.”
She then proceeded to lower herself again, head bobbing furiously, filling the chamber with the sounds of her suckling his wet, hard flesh.
Her words, the sounds, the vision of her bare ass in the air and his cock in her mouth and the feeling of scorching heat and soft wetness enveloping his sex soon overwhelmed him. He came with a shout, holding her head in place as spurts and spurts of his seed were shot into her welcoming mouth from his spasming member. Keela was moaning herself, highly heated. Her mons and nipples tingling with that familiar ache.
When his hand softened and fell to the bed, she swallowed and started slowly and deeply sucking him. He grunted, tensing up, then she felt two taps on her shoulder.
She pulled up and away and sat next to him as he curled up into himself. Gasping for air like a fish on land, covering his eyes with his arm.
Matteo sensed when Keela got up off the bed, but did not move. He felt boneless and weak; a rush of new sensations were unraveling beneath his belly button. When she started sucking him again it was too much. His breathing evened out a bit and he wondered if she was bothered by him pushing her away.
He turned to see her returning with a basin of water and a clean rag.
“Are you ok Matteo?”
He nodded, his voice was hoarse and shaky when he spoke.
“Are you…I am sorr..”
She shushed him, sitting down and placing the bowl on a short table next to the bed. Dipping in the rag and wringing it, she gently tidied him up, wiping away the extra spittle and cum on his stomach.
“Don’t be sorry, I understand.”
When she was finished, she looked into his eyes and asked.
“Do you want to stop here or do you wish to continue?”