Valkyrae

Rae’s heater in her room broke she finds herself in your room rapped in a blanket on the floor she’s still cold and asks if she can join you in bed

A tender feeling passes over me.

“Hey, are you still awake?” I ask.

A brief moment passes.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep. I’m sorry.” Rae responds disappointingly rubbing her teary eyes.

And then she sits up in bed crosslegged and her knee hits my-

Well that hurt.

I let out a groan.

“Oh my god, are you alright?- I’m so sorry…”

“No, no, I’m alright.” I flick the light on and turn over the duvet to see my dick throbbing through my shorts, and barely in any pain and now the world is doing anything but swallowing me whole.

“Uhm…

Is that, if it gets hit, normal?” Rae asks, her face revealing that she’s truly inquiring. I let out a chuckle.

“Ugh, I’m sorry- I’m an idiot.” she says as she buries her head into hands. I shuffle over to my bedside light and flick it on. As adorably embarrassed as she looks, I notice she’s wearing some underwear with love hearts patterned across and a white tank top, exposing the lower part of her olive breasts and toned stomach. I guess I didn’t notice any of that in the darkness. The knee that hit my dick is apart of a skinny, shaved and smooth, tanned leg of beauty, from her delicate toes to her firm and protruding petite thighs.

And now a sexual feeling passes over me.

“Hey Rae. Look here.”

“What?”

Without hesitation , Rae raises her head and looks up to me, still hunched over. We meet eyes. And for the final sense:

Sweet.

I feel like I could go at her throat forever. The wild attacks of her tongue delivers me to a never before experienced state of euphoria. It’s not like I can see her, but hell can I taste her.

Softly she moans in between kisses, but we don’t share a word. There’s already so much being said. And it feels like it’s just me and her in the world, and nothing can rival our passion for each other’s heart, soul and saliva.

After some time Rae breaks contact and pushes me down onto my back, grinning with a foxy expression across her face. She laughs playfully and I recognise it well, just like how she laughs on stream. Straddling me, her underwear stretching across me as her knees lie on each side of my torso, at a much favourable distance from my dick than before. Long strings of wavy, light brown hair lands onto sides of my face. My heart rate spikes.

“Do you like my boobs? I know they’re kinda small…” Rae says, taking her tank top off to reveal two firm breasts, brown and natural. “No?” She responds. I hadn’t realised that I didn’t say anything due to the awe I was in.

“No- no they’re fucking amazing!” I quickly stammer. It sounds fake. Shit.

Luckily she laughs it off and shrugs timidly. “I dunno. It’s not like-“ Rae pauses abruptly. “I wish all my working out could make these bigger, but I guess nothing really did change that.”

“In my opinion, I think you look better with smaller boobs anyway.”

“Just, shut up and feel this.” Rae responds, assuming I was pitying her.

Slowly she journeys up and down my groin with her own, the material of our clothing building up a considerable amount of friction between us. It’s getting hotter and hotter. My breathing is getting more and more defined, that I’m starting to assume she can hear my riveting nervousness. I can faintly make out the outline of Rae’s wet lips through her underwear, but it’s getting more difficult with how much more harder my dick is getting. He needs to get out of the way.

I look up from the contact of our bodies to see her still looking directly down, subtly biting her lip, so very softly moaning, almost inaudibly. She turns her head towards me with a pair of fiery, passionate eyes.

“Holy shit.”

Rae is taken aback.

She just pulled out my extremely dry (for fucks sake.) penis from underneath my boxers that she was previously grinding on which made it even more hard and it’s kind of a sign from god that the fact that my dick seemingly grew an extra 3 inches when I engage in a sexual activity for the first time and so once it flops out clumsily Rae’s eyes widen in shock and then her delicately gripped hands don’t move from the waistband of my underwear which is really awkward for me since I can’t tell if she doesn’t want to go through with it anymore or wants it more now and we sit through almost ten seconds of deafening silence of perpetuating emotions and thoughts.

“Holy shit.” She says again, but with a positive twist, giggling. With the foxy expression still on her face, accompanied with some shock, she tilts her head to the side clumsily and smiles. “How do boys manage to keep these in their pants all the time?” Rae moves up closer to inspect it more thoroughly. The yellow bedside lamp illuminates her torso and creates a glitter of yellow glow on her brown and naked Filipino shoulders, my penis shadowing her face as she looks it up and down.

“I-“

And then she widens her already jaw-dropped mouth and advances down my dick, her entire mouth wrapping around it.

I moan louder than intended. "Ah, fuck-"

“It uh, it helps if you spit on it beforehand.” I chime in hastily. She retracts quickly.

“Oh, sorry. This is my first time doing this, I’ve only watched videos.” Rae responds, too apologetic for her own good.

“Nah, it’s alright.” And as if I couldn’t get any more harder than I already was, she slowly gathers as much saliva as she can from her mouth and lets it slowly travel down, a small string of saliva temporarily connected between us, like two worlds being connected by a gamma ray burst equivalent of pure, untainted sexual tension. Rae’s using three fingers to rub the blob of saliva all across the crevices of my cock, starting from the tip all the way down to the bottom of my shaft. Rae’s lips remain slightly parted, indicating she’s going down again to retry. Licking her lips, her hair trails behind her head, falling down towards my body like as if lowering her head down to consume a delicacy.

It’s a rhythmic movement almost.

Up, down, up, down, retract, lick the tip, up, down, up, down, one long lick up and down the front of the shaft and all while moaning more and more desperately.

It’s one of those things that never get repetitive, but instead more and more exhilarating with each go. Her puckered cheeks glide up and down, barely shying back in speed and confidence, only occasionally halting her slurping to capture all the fluids inside her mouth and drizzle them across my adrenaline-pumping erection. Her head is diving down my shaft so much that sometimes I can feel Rae's uvula sensationally slapping against the tip of my cock. She holds back locks of blond-tipped hair behind her ears with one hand, while the other hand is down below softly grasping onto my ballsacks, only her entire head tilting my penis up high.

Rae almost seems experienced. Shit. Is she?

Finally she releases with a big gasp followed with a laugh.

"Ah!" she says, exasperated. "That was actually fun." And I'm over here still trying to catch my breath.

"So. Did I turn you on?" She asks in a devilish tone.

“Do you want to go… further?” I ask, unknowing of her response. I can sense Rae visibly debating.

"Wait, so like... butt stuff?"

"Yeah, butt stuff. I guess." I respond nervously.

And she lifts herself off of me.