"Touch me, please," she asks.
"Baby, are you sure?"
She nods and then pops open the top buttons of her sweater, so those perfect tits are on display.
"God, woman, you look amazing," I groan, my cock growing hard at the sight of her full tits.
"You like them?" she asks, taking my hands and pressing them to her breasts. Her bra cups are lacy and sheer and her hard nipples poke through.
"I love them," I say.
She runs her hand under my flannel shirt, her fingers teasing at the waistband of my boxers. I pull in a sharp breath, knowing what I want, but not sure it's the time or place.
"I would do anything to have you," I tell her.
She gasps, as my fingers run lower down her belly, past her skirt. I pull her to me and pull up the hem of her skirt, my hand sliding over her creamy thighs, running my hands over her panties.
She presses herself against me, her cotton panties so nice and damp. I know she is aching the same way I am.
"Levi," she says, her words hushed. I have a hand around her waist and my other hand is under her skirt, and I don't want to push her further than she wants to go. Right now, she might be ready for me to stop.
But then her legs part, I know she wants me to touch her. Feel her. Open her up like a daylily. Innocent and pure and ripe for the picking.
"Please," she murmurs. "Please, make me come."
I look around, wishing this was a little bit more private. Making a quick decision, I pull her into the elevator.
She looks at me with alarm. "You don't want to touch me?" The look of worry in her eyes makes me smile. The elevator begins to descend and then I pressed the emergency button, stalling us out in between two floors.
She smiles in relief.
Oh, but this sweet thing has no idea what I plan on doing next.
I hitch up her skirt and pull aside the thin fabric covering her cunt. My fingers run over her slick entrance, pleased to find that her tight little pussy is the exact thing I was hoping for.
"When I touch myself," she tells me, "I always imagine..." She shakes her head, the tops of her cheeks turning pink.
I stroke her gently, her wet pussy singing for me to press my fingers deep inside her, flutter against her g-spot and make her scream my motherfucking name.
"What do you imagine?" I ask.
"Something exactly like this. A real man taking me, touching me."
"You want to be touched?"
She nods, and I don't hold back. I press my fingers inside her wet pussy, rubbing her up and down. I love that I'm the first man to touch her, to please her.
To rub my fingers over her desperate little clit, making her moan in pleasure as I move my fingers inside of her folds, to press them inside of her again and again and again until she's melting. Until she's moaning. Until she's screaming.
"Oh, Levi," she cries. "Please, please, yes, oh yes, yes," she moans, and then as the orgasm crashes against her she draws in a breath, and I still my hand, letting her feel everything as she gets off.
She comes against my hand so nice and hard that my cock throbs, but I'm not gonna ask this little thing to touch me. Not when she's just experienced so much for the first time in her whole damn life.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're okay," I tell her, pulling her into my arms. She is shaking, so overwhelmed with the sensation of being claimed by a man. "Shh, you're alright."
“You feel so hard against me," she says, once she's caught her breath, looking up into my eyes.
"Baby, that's because when I touched your cunt, I was dreaming of filling it up."
She licks her lips, so turned on, and she runs her hand over my blue jeans. My cock stiffens, and it’s almost agony.
I take her hand and wrap mine around it. "I don't want you to touch me until you're ready. No regrets, Lucy."
She presses her lips together, the release still washing over her. "Thank you for respecting me. But I feel bad, I know how much you need to get off right now, but... I've never touched a cock. And I really wanted to wait until..."
"I know, baby. Until you're married. Touching your pussy is more than enough for me right now."
"You don't mind my rules?"
"For you, my old-fashioned girl, I can be patient."
The elevator begins to move, apparently, someone in this hotel realized there was no emergency, just two people getting off.
She smiles softly as she begins to button her light sweater. I adjust my length, wishing like hell she and I could do the damn thing.
"Do you work tonight?" I ask as we enter the lobby of the casino.