Having sex with Steve for the first time and he insists on introducing himself to your pussy because “first impressions count” and “I have to be a gentleman” and boy, does he make an impression (my brain is 😵💫 from all the anons on your blog 🥵)
OFJDJDIDIFUSK NOT THE INTRODUCTION
he doesn’t say it at first, like there’s no warning for the way he parts your thighs and then goes, “oh hello.” and okay, that’s goofy but it’s not like that left field— but then he noses softly at the inside of your knee and says something stupid like, “i have a feeling we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other,” and starts kissing down your thigh.
you can’t help but laugh because is he talking? to your pussy? and steve’s head pops up and he smiles, his hand soothing down your thigh— “what? first impressions matter!” and you’re like, “what? to my pussy? i’m sorry to disappoint but you won’t hear replies out of it.”
steve tsks, shaking his head, “uh huh, that’s where you’re wrong,” and his hands sneaks down, his thumb pressing down on your clit lightly— just enough to make you gasp. “she tells me plenty about how she’s feeling,” he grins, his thumb beginning to draw soft sweet little circles. “and i have to be gentlemen if i want her to trust me, don’t i?”
“mmhmm,” you hum, a little breathier tham before. you indulge his question. “and how, uh, would you know if she trusts you?”
steve grins and kisses your knee. his thumb stays as is, circling over your clit, as his fingers trail down your core. you feel his fingertips ghost over your entrance, before he presses them closer, coating his fingertips in your slick as you gasp— back arching lightly at the pleasure.
steve kisses your knee again. “trust me, she has a way of letting me know.”