My mouth moves from her lips to her chin, to her neck, down to the soft curve of her breast. Rising up on my heels, I look down at her small breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her gorgeous body is spread out before me on the bed like an uncharted land I want to claim. Her hair ripples around her shoulders in dark, silky waves. My mouth waters. My dick aches. I’ll never forget this night.
“You’re so beautiful.” My voice is quiet awe.
Her knee bends, and she rubs her thighs together. “Do something.” Her whisper is laced with nervous laughter.
It makes me smile.
Leaning down, I touch my lips to her flat belly, and her fingers thread in my hair. I follow a line to her hip, grazing my teeth over the soft skin there. I’m rewarded with a whimper.
She’s a virgin. I’ve never been with a virgin, but I’ve been thinking about it ever since she told me. I don’t want to hurt her. I want it to be as pleasurable for her as possible.
My lips move lower, to the top of her pubic bone, and she trembles.
“Will you… Ahh…”
Her question disappears as I cover her with my mouth, sweeping my tongue inside to taste her innocence. She’s sweet, delicate, ocean water and soft musk. I’m ravenous, tracing my tongue around her clit, pulling and sucking the tiny bud hidden there.
“Oh, God… oh, it’s so… Oh…” She jerks, twisting and pulling in the sheets.
Lifting my chin I look up and see her back arched and her skin flushed. Her hand goes to my face, and I’m back on her, hungry for her orgasm. I want her drenched in desire when I take her for the first time.
Another pass of my tongue, and I slide my finger inside to test her. She bucks and whimpers, and she’s so wet. I slide another finger inside her…
“Taron… Oh my God.” Her knees rise, and I feel the small shudders rippling in her legs.
I lean down to kiss her again, deeper, tonguing her again and again, and on the final pass, she breaks. Her body rises, and her legs clench. She moans my name, writhing in the sheets as I grab a condom and quickly roll it on.
Kneeling above her, I move her thighs apart. “Open for me, baby.”
She tries to do what I say, but I know she doesn’t understand how far… “Do you trust me?” It’s a gentle, loving question.
Round eyes are on mine, and she nods. Her soft neck is at my lips, and I kiss it, pulling the skin between my teeth gently, making her shiver. I hold her thighs, parting them more and lining my cock up with her dripping core.
“Hold onto me.” My lips graze her ear and my voice breaks.
Her hands grip my shoulders and I thrust completely, all the way inside her and hold. Fuck me, she’s so fucking tight.
“Ahh…” She cries out, and I wait, feeling her body moving slightly, dying inside as I hold back my instinct to take her.
She feels so fucking good.
It’s been so long.
I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of my feelings for her.
Through the fog of it all, my brain manages to form a coherent sentence. “Are you okay?” It’s a strained whisper at her ear.
Her hands move to the tops of my shoulders, and she nods. “Yes… yes, it’s so… Big.”
My hips move, slowly at first. The first thrust makes her cry out, a shaky whimper, and I hold still again, fighting every natural urge in my body.
“Stil
l okay?” Lifting my head, I see her eyes are closed.
She nods. “I’m good… It’s good. Keep going.” Her golden-brown eyes open, and they’re heavy with lust, with longing.
“You sure?” I lean down to kiss those rosebud lips, her bottom lip bigger than the top.