He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
"Condoms, condoms are in the bedroom," he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.
"Um, I’m on the pill…for my cycle…" Ifeoma said shyly.
"Good, good," Nnamdi said, between kisses, "real good." He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedroom: her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip poker game," he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warm, and she could feel the length of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You’re so wet, so tight, I can’t wait to be inside you." He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you’re so tight," he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don’t stop."
"Ifeoma?" She wouldn’t meet his eyes, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you’ve never done this before?"
She looked at him pleadingly. "It’s okay, I’m okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone. "No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve better. I didn’t know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special!" Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you’re the best teacher I’ve ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his chest, mumbling, "Besides, it’s my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Alright…but let’s back up a few steps."
Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.
"Well," he said, "we were sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her Tips with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untried opening to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She’d made out with a few guys in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to devote himself entirely to her pleasure.
"Nnamdi…" she managed to squeak.
"Yeah?" he said, grinning up at her from between her thighs.
"That’s…wow…that’s amazing…it feels…" Ifeoma found herself at a loss for further words.
"Nice?" he murmured, giving her a long lick.
"Ohhhh god," Ifeoma groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more intense than when I…you know…self-service," she finished, embarrassed.
"Well, sure…kind of like, you can’t tickle yourself, you know…it’s better when someone else makes you feel good." He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you feel good…" He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved little circles around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet spot, feeling Ifeoma’s thighs shaking under his hands, while she moaned, "Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I’m so close…" He felt her clit throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweet juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi’s attention to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but warm and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his mouth. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a little more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic place deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now," he said softly, "I think you are more ready for me." He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his Attention was so hard. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please," he groaned, "I’m trying so hard, but I only have so much control."
"Oh…oh! I’m sorry!" she apologized, quickly.
"It’s okay," he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his hands under her to cup her Buttocks and lift her hips a little.
"My hands are kind of busy," he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the tension. "So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so open. "Deep breath," he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little gasp of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it’s okay. I think…it’s good…" Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression intent, and through clenched teeth he growled, "Yesss…Bleep…your Kitty-Cat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I’m going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his palms, kissing her tenderly. "Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my third," Ifeoma giggled, "but I think we’ll need some cookies first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.

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