He tugs off his flannel shirt, revealing a chest of ripped muscles. He cares for his body, he has discipline, and it turns me on — seeing so much bare skin all at once.
He lifts an eyebrow and I close my eyes, overwhelmed by his absolute maleness. His thick cock presses against his jeans and I feel so ready for the next step. The next step with him.
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper as I lean back, his fingers on the button of my jeans. He looks at me, startled.
“A virgin?”
I nod, licking my lips. “Max and Joe planned on giving me to their drug dealer because they owed him money and were short. I heard them discussing it the night I left. I was a way to repay their debt, was going to be someone’s property.”
“Fuck, Cozy.” His eyes turn dark, his jaw tenses. “Who the hell are these men? I’ll make them fucking pay.”
“They aren’t worth your anger, your time.”
“The way they treated you… Cozette, baby, fuck, I’m so sorry.” He pulls me to him, and I straddle him on the couch, my face buried in his shoulder. “I’ll make sure you never feel like that again. Like a possession.”
I lift my eyes, setting them on his. “I wouldn’t mind you owning me, right now.”
He growls, his hunger undeniable as he kisses me harder, with a primal heat, and I match it. Wanting him, this, us, now.
We undress quickly, finding our way to the carpet, beside the Christmas tree and in front of the fire, my wishes all coming true. He kisses me again, and again and again, then slides off my panties, groaning in pleasure as he takes me in.
Propping a pillow under my head, I press my lips together, unable to deny how good his cock looks. He has bared it all for me, the same way I have for him.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, cupping my pussy, his firm hand right where it belongs.
I shake my head. “I’ve been waiting for you, Whitaker. All my life.”
He growls with a hunger that makes my pussy wet, and he spreads my knees, dipping his mouth to my center. He licks me up and down and I whimper, running my hands through my hair.
“Oh, Whit, oh… oh yes,” I moan as he teases me with his mouth. My knees buckle, but he presses them down.
“There you go, baby, nice and easy.” He purrs against me, stroking me with his fingers as I begin to come undone.
My back arches as he opens me up nice and slow. My whole body tingles in anticipation as he fingers my center, my pussy so wet, dripping for him. He leans down to lick me up and I flutter my eyelashes closed, raking my fingers through his thick hair.
“OH, don’t stop,” I beg. “Please… please… ohhh…” I lose my words, my train of thought as he presses a second finger inside of me.
“OH, fuck, you’re so tight, baby. So damn tight.”
I love that no man has ever touched me before. That my body is Whitaker’s, and his alone. I want to give him pleasure, make him feel strong and powerful — because being caressed me like this makes me want to do anything and everything for this man. I never want it to end, the way I feel under his hand as he opens me up, making me beg for more, and pant in pleasure.
“There you go, now your innocence is dripping nice and good.”
I can hear how juicy I am, how ready my body is to be explored in an even deeper way. He licks me again, sending jolts of heat through me, and I gasp as he fingers me again, harder, with a purpose — to set me free.
I come hard. And moan loudly as he makes me his. My body is jelly and my mouth falls open as I moan, getting off for the first time in my life. My pussy is spread wide open, and he sucks my clit as I come, his mouth on me as I wrap my legs around him, his mouth buried tight against my pussy as the orgasm rocks through me.
He leans over me, a grin on his face. “Damn, Cozy, you sure know how to turn up the heat.”
“Was that okay?” I ask, catching my breath as he rolls on his back beside me. He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together, and my heart skips a beat.
“Cozy, it was everything,” he says. “Thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you,” I say with a laugh.
“Look at us being so damn polite.”
I smile, turning toward him, resting a hand on his solid chest. “I like that though, how kind you are. How considerate. It’s what I want in a man… someone who is gentle and tender.” Tears prick my eyes and he draws me close.