“Yes,” I murmur. “Am I doing this right?”
A groan utters forth from somewhere deep inside him and he pushes my panties aside, his fingertips tracing the lips between my legs. “Amara, you’re perfect. Has anyone ever touched you here?”
I shake my head, my eyes drifting up inside the sockets as his fingers find my swollen clitoris. “No. Nobody. I’ve never…” I fall silent. How much should I tell him? Will he still want me if he knows that I’m so inexperienced? My sheltered home life was hardly conducive to boyfriends and experimentation, even if I’d wanted it, which I didn’t. I’ve never felt like this about anyone until him.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, meeting my eyes.
I nod. “Yes. Is that OK?”
The possessive growl I feel rumbling his whole body is met with a squeezing of the hand between my legs and my mind drifts for a moment. “It’s perfect,” he says. “You’re perfect.”
I feel him thrust his cock against my hand and I grip it hard, making him grunt as his mouth goes to my jaw, kissing the flesh, moving back, teeth gripping my earlobe. “Saint, please.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want…” My mind loses focus as he drags his hand out from my leggings.
“So sweet,” he says as he brings his fingers to his face and inhales a deep breath. “Mine now. You’re mine, Amara. What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
“I—I want your h—hands all over me.”
“Like this?” he asks, and before I can ask what he means, he grips the two halves of my blouse and pulls apart, buttons flying off as it rips down the center, exposing me to the air.
I gasp as I hear the click of a button landing on the tiled floor, skidding across under a chair. Another pings against something hard behind us. I’m bared to him, just the thin black lace of my bra between us, but I don’t care. My nipples feel hard as bullets, and I watch his eyes dart down my chest, taking in the clear dark pebbles and areolas, the few freckles down my stomach, all the way to my hips. I arch my back, biting into my bottom lip as I pull my shoulders back, displaying myself to him.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, his head dropping down. I feel his teeth on the inside of one breast, his hand suddenly cupping it, feeding it into his mouth. “Your tits are amazing.” He pinches my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra and I feel it tighten to a solid point.
“Saint, I want you.”
“You want what?”
“I want your…” I gulp back the nerves, the neediness, the urge to just fall into moans and whimpers. “Your cock,” I say.
He laughs. “You want this, huh?” He grabs my wrist and guides my hand back to the length beneath his trousers. I feel it, barely contained, eager to get out to me.
I grab eagerly, squeezing and hearing him groan. “I want it inside me.”
“No, baby, you’re not ready for that. I want it too, but your little virgin body isn’t ready for my cock, not yet. It will be, but you need to be ready first.”
“Please…” I beg.
“No. First you need my tongue on that eager pussy of yours. And I need your mouth around my cock. Do you want that, baby?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Please, Saint. I want to taste you.”
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You. It’s all for you.”
“Good girl.”
His tongue traces a route between my breasts, I feel its warmth on my flesh, the coolness it leaves behind. His mouth moves down my body, down my stomach, and I groan and raise my hips, letting his fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings and with a tug, I feel them pulled down, over my ass. I’m nervous at the thought that all that’s between us is the impossibly thin cotton of my panties, but the nerves are forgotten when his talented tongue continues its route down. I feel the waistband lowered and clench my eyes closed at the thought that he’s about to see what I’ve never shown anyone before. All of me, my most intimate place, is being revealed to him inch by nervous inch.
I hear Saint take a deep breath through his nose as his tongue tickles the strip of hair along my mound. “Fuck, Amara, that’s beautiful,” he says as my panties are pulled down completely and I’m bared. “All of your firsts are going to be with me. In a moment, I’m going to get my tongue in here.” He glides a fingertip along my pussy lips and I gasp. “I’m going to make you so wet, baby, and I’m going to drink as much as you can give me because I don’t want to waste a drop. I want to hear you scream my name. Can you do that for me?”