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Face Riding / Rimming

ROSALIE AND EMMETT

Rose wants something, she wants in badly.

The first time one of her friends had suggested that Rose get her boyfriend to 'go down on her', she had no idea what that meant. Then she had been shown a video and she was mortified. Who would want to do that?

Rose was from a prestigious family and her mother had never really spoken to her about sex. She'd blushed, mumbled about waiting for the right person and then abruptly left. Most of the information Rose had learnt had come from her friends or her own very limited experience.

Emmett McCarthy was her first serious boyfriend. They'd been dating for nearly a year and Rose was incredibly happy with how their relationship was progressing. He was a gentleman, always putting her first and making sure she knew how beautiful she was and how much he loved her.

Emmett had also been her first in terms of sex. As far as her first time went, she thought it was pretty special. He'd laid her down on a bed of roses and made sweet love to her. Compared to her friends it sounded like she had been treated like a princess.

She thought she was very satisfied with her sex life until her friends asked her more and more if Emmett had 'done' oral on her yet. She'd ignored them the first few times, said she thought it was gross and didn't know how any woman could enjoy it. When they had shown her a video of a man going down on a woman she had blushed and demanded they put the phone away. But the truth was she was intrigued. The noises the woman was making were sensual, her eyes closed in pleasure and her body writing as the man knelt between her legs and pleasured her.

Later that night she had gone home and done some research herself; read countless blogs and watched more than a few videos. When she found herself shifting in her chair and rubbing her thighs together she shut her laptop quickly.

A few weeks later and Emmett was kissing her, laying his hard body on top of hers as his hips ground into her and he pawed at her naked body.

Rose was so turned on. All she could think about was his tongue - how would it feel inside her, what would it be like to completely lose control as he pleasured her, how would his tongue feel flicking her clit?

Sensing she was distracted, Emmett pulled back.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing." She tried to pull him down for a kiss but as he was so much larger than her, she failed miserably.

"Rosie - I know you. Talk to me."

He sat back, his erection still prominent and waited for her to tell him what was going on.

Rose sat up and a blush immediately covered her cheeks. "I want to try something but I don't want you to think of me as a sexual deviant or something."

"You - a sexual deviant? You think riding me is risque!"

She reached out and lightly slapped his bicep.

"I saw a video… and ugh… well, I think I'd like you to go down on me." Emmett's eyes went wide and Rose feared she may have asked for too much. "I mean, you don't have to - it's not something we have to do… but I just thought…" Silence. "You know what, it doesn't matter-"

Emmett cut her off by grabbing her arms and stopping her fleeing the room.

"You want me to go down on you?"

She nodded - shyly.

"As in, you want me to lick your pussy with my tongue?" God, his words made her wet.

She nodded once more.

"Rose," he began and she waited for bated breath for his answer. "I want nothing more than to go down on you. I'd wanted it since the moment I saw you in that pretty lilac dress at the charity fundraiser."

He grinned. "Now come here."

He pulled her to him and crushed their bodies together, his hands running over her back to his shoulders and then down the front of her body to cup and fondle her breasts. Rose could only moan in pleasure.

"I've wanted to taste your sweet pussy since the day we met, but it's not exactly something you say to someone on the first date." His words were whispered into her breasts, tongue sneaking out to taste the sweat on her skin.

He suckled at her breasts and when she was moaning and writing from those ministrations alone he lay down on the bed and patted his chest.

"Come here, baby - I want a taste."

If she wasn't wet before she certainly was now.

Rose straddled Emmett's chest and he brought her hands up to the wooden headboard.

"Grip this," he commanded, his own large hands going to her thighs as he pushed her forward, positioning her pussy right over his waiting mouth.

Rose took a deep breath and without warning, he touched his tongue to her clit.

She lurched against the headboard, crying out with pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut tight and the heat in her belly matured into a roaring fire.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Moan for me."

That was the last coherent thing she remembered Emmett saying. The next few minutes were a blur of moans, groans and pants filling her bedroom (mostly hers). Her hands gripping the headboard so hard they turned red and the little bundle of nerves between her legs throbbing furiously as Emmett teased her with his tongue, only adding a finger when she was well and truly wet.

As her orgasm hit her, Emmett moaned something and his tongue worked double to suck up all the juice he could.

Eventually, it got too much and Rose had to push him away, her cheeks red and a sated smile on her face.

She slid down his body, covering his cock with her soaking pussy and plunging herself down on his engorged member.

As she rocked against his and his hands came to grasp her hips, Rose was very happy that her friends had introduced her to this new form of pleasure.

She would definitely ask Emmett do to it again.