But Riley did not stop.

His mouth journeyed lower still, planting kisses down the soft slope of her belly, tracing every curve as though he wished to memorize her entire body with his tongue.

Juliet's breaths grew shallower, quicker, her chest heaving as heat spread through her untouched depths.

At last, his kisses reached the very center of her pussy.

Juliet gasped aloud, her back arching off the bed as a shiver tore through her.

She was already dripping, her virgin flower glistening with the nectar of her desire.

Her untouched pussy throbbed and ached, oozing sweet love juices that stained the sheets beneath her.

She had never felt this wet, this desperate—her body was begging to be taken, every nerve screaming for him to finally claim her.

But Riley wasn't ready to give her what she thought she wanted.

He hovered there, breathing hot against her slick folds, letting his breath tease her while his eyes drank in the sight of her glistening innocence.

The hunger in his gaze made Juliet tremble harder.

She spread her thighs wider, offering herself willingly, her body betraying her with its need.

And still, he lingered. His lips brushed her inner thighs instead, soft kisses trailing dangerously close, only to retreat again.

He nibbled gently at her smooth skin, letting his tongue flick just near enough to drive her wild but never quite touching the spot where she burned most.

"Ohhhhhh…" Juliet whimpered, her hips lifting desperately toward his mouth, but Riley only smirked at her need, his hands pressing firmly against her thighs to hold her down.

"Please…" she moaned, her voice cracked and trembling with desire.

She could feel her virgin pussy clenching, aching to be filled, her juices flowing freely now, soaking her untouched depths.

Riley's grin deepened. Instead of thrusting into her, he lowered his head and finally let his tongue glide teasingly along her slit.

The moment he touched her there, Juliet cried out sharply, her body jerking with raw pleasure.

His tongue was hot and relentless, lapping up her sweetness, savoring her taste as though she were the most exquisite delicacy.

Juliet's world shattered.

She gripped the sheets with white knuckles, her body twisting, her moans spilling freely. Her innocence, her fear, all of it was consumed by the fire Riley stoked with every flick of his tongue.

She had never felt anything like it—her hips bucked against him on their own, her thighs quivering violently as if her body itself demanded more.

"Ohhhhhh! Riley… ahhhhhh!" she cried, her voice filling the room, her cries no longer restrained, no longer shy.

Riley feasted on her with shameless hunger, licking her folds, circling her clit, then plunging his tongue deeper to drink from the well of her untouched flower.

The taste of her virgin nectar only fueled his desire further, his hands gripping her thighs tightly to hold her still while he devoured her completely.

Juliet was lost. Her body burned, her mind clouded, her soul soaring.

What once had been fear was now a desperate craving.

She wanted him—all of him—inside her, to claim her, to make her his completely.

And yet, Riley took his time, savoring her, teasing her, drawing out her surrender until she was trembling on the edge of madness.

This continued for almost ten minutes until…

Riley paused, his gaze lingering on Juliet's pink pussy as she trembled before him.

There was something mesmerizing about the way her body responded to his presence—every shiver, every subtle movement, spoke volumes about the connection they shared.

Juliet's cheeks burned with a soft pink flush, and she instinctively tried to hide herself, pressing her hands gently against her chest.

"Riley… don't look at me like that," she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with a mixture of shyness and excitement.

Riley chuckled softly, his eyes warm and teasing.

He reached out, gently guiding her hands away, his touch light but intentional.

"I can't help it," he murmured. "You're… pussy looks so sexy."

Juliet's heart fluttered wildly.

Every word, every glance, made her pulse race and her stomach twist with anticipation.

She had never felt so exposed, yet at the same time so safe, so cherished.

Riley's closeness was intoxicating, a magnetic pull she couldn't resist.

He leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek.

Juliet tilted her head slightly, her breath catching.

There was a tension in the room, a heady mix of nervousness and longing, as though the air itself had thickened with desire.

She wanted to move closer, to feel him nearer, yet her shyness held her frozen in place.

"Relax, Juliet," Riley whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. "I'm right here. You'll get it soon. All in good time."

Her body responded instantly to his words. The fear that had fluttered in her chest melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through her entire being.

She could feel his presence in every brush of his fingers, every subtle movement, every glance that lingered just a little too long.

Her breath grew shallow, her heartbeat loud in her ears, and she realized she was utterly captivated by him.

Riley's smile widened as he watched her reaction, his own excitement tempered by tenderness.

He didn't rush, didn't push—he simply savored the moment, letting Juliet adjust, letting her heart catch up to the rapid pace of hers.

Every gasp, every quiet shiver, every blush that spread across her face told him exactly how much she was feeling.

Juliet let out a soft sigh, leaning slightly toward him. "I… I've never felt like this before," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Riley's gaze softened. "I know," he said gently. "But that's why this matters. It's us, Juliet. Right here, right now."

The two of them remained there, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Every heartbeat, every gentle touch, every shared glance deepened their bond.

There was no rush, no need to speak loudly—every feeling was understood in the silence between them.

And for Juliet, it was a revelation: a realization that closeness, attention, and affection could be far more intoxicating than anything she had imagined.

By the time the tenth breath passed, Juliet was light-headed, flushed, and breathless, but in the best possible way.

Every nerve in her body felt alive, every sense heightened, and she knew, without a doubt, that her connection with Riley was something extraordinary—something that would linger in her heart long after the moment had passed.

Finally, Riley ate her cunt again.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ughhhh…" Juliet moaned lewdly, her body writhing with each breath as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Her legs draped over Riley's shoulders, she was lost in a world where nothing existed but the pleasure that consumed her.

Her voice rose to a fever pitch as Riley's tongue, firm and unyielding, delved deep into her most intimate depths.

He moved with the skill of a seasoned lover, using his tongue like a cock, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that left Juliet gasping for air.

Riley could feel the resistance of Juliet's virginity, a delicate barrier that added to the intensity of their encounter.

Her maidenhood was a tantalizing obstacle, a testament to the innocence he was about to claim.

Juliet's cries of pleasure filled the air, her body trembling with each thrust of his tongue.

She was on the edge of ecstasy, her mind clouded with a haze of desire.

"Riley..." Juliet gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

She was losing herself in his expert touch, a willing prisoner to the carnal bliss he was bestowing upon her.

It was clear that Riley was no stranger to the art of pleasure, his every move calculated to drive Juliet to the heights of passion.

He knew exactly how to tease and tantalize, his tongue exploring every sensitive spot with precision and skill.

Juliet's body arched as waves of pleasure washed over her.

She could feel the tension building, her muscles coiling tight as she approached the precipice of release.

Riley's hands roamed her body, his touch both gentle and firm, adding to the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume her.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as Riley's tongue continued its relentless assault on her senses.

He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his every movement.

The barrier of her virginity seemed to dissolve under his skilled ministrations, allowing him to explore even deeper.

"Oh God, Riley," Juliet cried out, her voice breathless and desperate.

"Don't stop... please don't stop. Please…." She was teetering on the edge, her body begging for release.

Riley, sensing her impending climax, redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, harder, pushing her over the edge into a realm of pure ecstasy.

As Juliet's orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsed with pleasure.

"Rileyyyyyy! Yesssss! Ahhhhhhh!" She cried out Riley's name, her voice a raw, primal sound that echoed through the room.