“Do you want me to make you feel good?” I questioned before dipping my head into the crook of her neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin there.

“Please,” she begged.

My cock jumped against my pants, at the need and want I heard in her voice. At that point, it was either remove the rest of our clothing or come in my jeans.

I lifted, my hands going to the buttons of Deborah’s jeans. I made quick work of undoing the button and zipper, pulling her pants down to reveal her smooth legs. The only thing that stood between me and ecstasy were the cotton panties she wore. My hands went to the waistband of her panties and she lifted her hips, aiding me in pulling them down to meet her jeans. After completely removing her clothing, I sat back again, admiring her taut body.

“I’m going to taste you.”

Her eyes widened and forehead wrinkled. She was confused. Had no man ever gone down on her before? It would be my pleasure to be her first.

Running my hand over the wiry hairs that covered her mound, I noted they were the same brunette color as the hair on her head. I nudged her legs farther apart before throwing them over my shoulders as I bent down to get even with her weeping core.

“Rob—” Deborah called before breaking off into a loud moan when my tongue first brushed against her swollen nub.

A jolt of electricity pushed through my veins at hearing my name ripping from her lips only for it to break off into the sexiest moan I’d ever heard. My hunger increased tenfold and I refused to hold back any longer. I ate like a man starving, licking at the delicate folds of her pussy lips, savoring and memorizing each time her moans grew loud and insistent or soft and relaxed. I got into a rhythm, bringing her up high with the intensity of the way my tongue stroked her clitoris only to pull back before she got too close to the edge. Because while this woman made me wild with passion and need, I was running the show. She wouldn’t come until I was good and ready for her to. I was ensuring she would never forget this night, nor would she ever think I paid this kind of attention to any other woman.

Try and fight it as I might, the fact that she was so aware of my reputation with other girls on campus bothered me. I didn’t want her thinking of me and any other woman. Because the thought of her with any other guy, before or after me, nearly drove me crazy. Something had happened to me over the past week, and safe to say, that Deborah Tate had me completely under her spell.

Strange thing is, though, I highly doubt she even realized it.

Her moans grew insistent and I felt her thighs begin to tremble over my shoulders. She was ready. I inserted a finger into her wetness and captured her distended button with my lips, using my tongue to stroke her to her orgasm.