The next day, I found myself standing at Cindi’s door again, my heart pounding with anticipation. She opened the door with a shy smile, her petite frame looking even more delicate in the soft light of her apartment. Her cheeks flushed as she stepped aside to let me in, and I could feel the tension between us thickening the air like a warm fog.

“I was hoping you’d come back,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reached out and cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing the smooth skin there. “How could I stay away?” I murmured, leaning in to brush my lips against hers. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as her hands slid up my chest and into my hair. Her small body pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from her through the thin fabric of her blouse.

My hands made their way to her waist, then slowly trailed upward, tracing the curve of her ribs before settling on her breasts. She let out a soft gasp as I cupped them through her blouse, my thumbs grazing over the peaks of her nipples, which were already hardening under my touch.

“Do you want to keep exploring?” I asked, pulling back just enough to look into her wide, dark eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, her lips parting as if she were about to speak, but instead she nodded. Yes.

I kissed her again, my tongue sliding against hers as I began to unbutton her blouse, one slow button at a time. When it fell open, revealing the simple white bra underneath, I couldn’t help but admire how delicate she looked. My fingers traced the edge of the fabric before slipping beneath it to cup her bare breast. She shivered as I rolled her nipple between my fingers, her breath hitching in her throat.

“How can I make you feel good too?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

I took her hand and placed it on my chest, over the buttons of my shirt. “Start with this,” I said, guiding her fingers to the first button.

Her hands were shaking slightly as she fumbled with the buttons, but she managed to undo them one by one until my chest was bare. Her fingertips brushed over my skin, hesitantly at first, then with more confidence as she traced the lines of my muscles. When her fingers found my nipples, she paused, looking up at me for reassurance.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged her.

She pinched one lightly, then harder when I let out a low groan. Her eyes widened at the sound, and she leaned in to press her lips to my chest, her tongue flicking over the sensitive nub. The feeling sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock, and I could feel it straining against my pants.

“That feels amazing,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair.

Her hands moved lower, tentatively exploring the waistband of my pants before finding the buckle of my belt. She looked up at me again, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

“Take your time,” I whispered, gently guiding her hands as she unbuckled the belt and slid down the zipper.

When she pulled my pants down, exposing my hard cock, she froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of it for the first time. Her breath caught in her throat, and she looked up at me with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

“It’s okay,” I reassured her. “You can touch it.”

Hesitantly, she wrapped her small hand around me, her fingers trembling as she began to stroke me slowly. The sensation was electric, and I had to bite back a moan as she explored me with curious fingers. Her touch was unsure at first, but it didn’t take long for her to find a rhythm that had me gripping the edge of the counter for support.

“Kiss it,” I encouraged her, my voice thick with desire.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise, but after a moment’s hesitation, she leaned in and pressed her lips to the tip of my cock. The softness of her mouth was overwhelming, and I let out a groan as she began to kiss her way down the length of me. When her tongue flicked out to taste me, I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her gently as she took me deeper into her mouth.

Her movements were inexperienced but achingly tender, and I could feel the heat building in my core as she worked me with her lips and tongue. Her free hand cupped my balls, and the dual sensation nearly drove me over the edge.

“Cindi,” I gasped, pulling back from her just in time. “I’m going to come.”

She looked up at me, confused but eager, as I took myself in hand and stroked hard, my release spurting out in thick streams that landed on her chest and face. Her shock was palpable as she blinked up at me, but there was a spark of something else in her eyes—curiosity, maybe even excitement.

I wiped a drop of cum from her cheek and smeared it across her lips before leaning down to kiss her hungrily. Her tongue met mine, tasting me in a way that made my cock twitch with renewed interest.

“How does it taste?” I asked against her lips.

She pulled back slightly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips thoughtfully. Then, with a shy smile, she dipped her finger into the mess on her chest and brought it to her mouth, tasting it tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm.

“It’s... different,” she said softly. “But I like it.”

Before I could respond, she leaned down and took me into her mouth again, cleaning every last drop from my cock with a determination that left me speechless. Her tongue swirled around me, teasing and coaxing until I was hard again, ready for whatever she wanted to do next