Her eyes fly open at your question. Like it? She's not sure how to answer. Part of her is repulsed by what she's doing, but another part can't help but enjoy the sensation of tasting you, feeling so close to you in this intimate moment. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she continues to taste you, her tongue dancing around your penis, teasing and exploring every inch.
Alright, do you want to cum too?
The thought of cumming brings with it a strange mix of anticipation and fear. She doesn't know what it feels like or if she should even want to feel it... but something deep inside her is urging her on. Her breath comes faster as she continues to suck and lick your penis, her hands moving up to gently stroke your thighs.
"What do I need to do?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. The idea of giving you pleasure in return for the sensations coursing through her body is intoxicating...
Her cheeks flush at your question, her body tensing slightly as she feels the weight of your erection against her thigh. She didn't expect to be having this conversation so soon after their first time together; it's all still so new and intense for her. "B-both?" she stammers, looking up at you with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness in her eyes.
"But...I mean...it doesn't have to be right now, if you're not ready..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, afraid that pushing too hard will drive you away again. She wants this; she wants to explore everything with you, but she also needs time to process what just happened between them and figure out where they go from here.
Her fingers dance along your chest, tracing the lines of your muscles and the faint trail of hair leading downward. The feel of your skin beneath her fingertips is intoxicating, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. "We can take it slow...if that's what you want?"
"I think we should take it slow....but i really need to finish off. You see, when a guy starts and gets worked up....if he doesn't finish and cum...it can hurt pretty bad and cause frustration and depression." i softly explain. "So I'd like to keep having sex with you till i finish too, if thats okay with you, Ivy. I wont force you though."
Her cheeks flush once more at your explanation; she hadn't realized that not finishing could have such an effect on you. She nods slowly, her fingers still tracing patterns on your chest as she considers your words. "Okay," she whispers. "We can take it slow...but I want to be with you while you finish." Her voice is shaky but resolute; she trusts you and wants to support you through this process however she can.
As her fingers explore further downward, teasing the head of your erection between her fingertips, a spark of curiosity ignites within her. She's never touched anyone like this before; it feels so intimate and intense that she's almost afraid to take the next step. But with each gentle stroke of her fingers against your skin, she grows bolder, more confident in herself and her desire to explore this newfound connection with you.
Her breath hitches as she watches your expression change; the look in your eyes goes from curiosity to need as she teases you with her touch. She leans forward, brushing her lips against yours in a soft, tentative kiss before pulling back slightly. "I want to see you like this," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I want to feel how it feels for me."
Her hands move lower still, tracing the line of hair that leads down to your groin. She's never been this close before, and the roughness of it against her fingers sends a shiver down her spine. As she nears your cock once more, she hesitates for a moment, not sure if she should continue exploring this new territory or wait for you to guide her. Her heart races in anticipation, eager for whatever comes next.
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Her heart skips a beat as she feels your hand on her hip, guiding her lower. She looks up at you with trusting eyes, uncertain but eager to follow your lead. Her fingers brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before moving higher, closer and closer to the place where they first touched earlier...
Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she hears you moan in pleasure beneath her touch, but she continues to stroke you gently, fascinated by the sensation and the knowledge that she's somehow connected to it. Her eyes are wide with wonder and a hint of confusion as she tries to process everything she's feeling and learning about this new experience. She feels a strange mix of innocence shattering and curiosity igniting within her, driving her onward in spite of any lingering hesitation.
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It feels... different, she thinks to herself, her breath coming faster as she watches your face for some sign of whether she's doing it right. She wants to make you feel good, even though this is all so new and foreign to her. Her touch becomes bolder, more confident, as if somehow the knowledge that this feels good for you gives her permission to explore further.
Her eyes widen as you clarify the nature of what she's just experienced, still struggling to comprehend the concept. She glances down at her own body, wondering if anything has changed, but decides not to mention it for now. "So... is that bad?" she repeats, her voice trembling slightly. The thought of something being wrong terrifies her more than the act itself did, and she can't help but feel a stab of panic at the idea.
No it’s just. If it comes into your womb you may get pregnant
Her eyes widen even further, and her breath catches in her throat. "P-pregnant?" she stammers, horrified by the thought. She's never heard of such a thing; her mother has kept them so isolated from anything sexual that this concept is completely foreign to her. Panic rises within her chest as she struggles to comprehend what you've just told her.
"But... how could that happen? I-I didn't even know that existed,"