Since then, the sight of the bandage on her lip had sunken any desire I had for her into the depths of the Hudson. I had no urge to cause her pain, even from a kiss, not when I knew sex might be uncomfortable for her at first.
But now, the little stitch she’d been sporting had disappeared. Lips healed fast, still, I reached up and cupped her chin, using my thumb to swipe across the luscious morsel.
“How’s it feel?”
Her eyes grew round. “Fine.”
“No soreness?”
She shook her head.
“Good,” I ground out, my voice like gravel as I pressed our lips together for the first time.
So, remember that shit I’d said about hating virgins?
She hadn’t been kissed either.
She didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, and God help me, I fucking loved it.
She followed every move I made like she was learning the choreography of a ballet, gently mimicking each move until my own skills were thrown back at me to the point where I wasn’t sure if I was the good kisser or if she was.
The way she responded, the way she followed my every move fucked with my head in the best possible way, and I could feel my already throbbing dick start to pound out a message. Every part of me wanted in her, but if she was this uninitiated, I knew I had to go slow, and my body was not okay with that.
I reached up, cupped both cheeks in my hands, and opened my mouth, prompting her to do the same. I thrust my tongue deeper into hers, nipping her lips, claiming what belonged to me and me alone.
And that right there blew my fucking mind.
Mine.
No other fucker had touched her, tasted her, kissed her, screwed her.
Every inch of her belonged to me.
I never had to share her, hadn’t shared her with anyone.
Every inch of her was innocent, mine to corrupt.
Mine to teach.
If brains could orgasm, then I’d just come.
She didn’t even have to do anything for me to feel that way, so this responsiveness made me feel like I was fifteen again and my dick could get hard no matter my location—be it at the gym or at the strip joint Da had taken us to, individually, when he decided it was time for our ‘coming of age’ celebration.
I pulled back, my breath rasping from my lips and, pushing my forehead into hers, I was satisfied that she was just as dazed, just as flustered. She didn’t open her eyes, just panted against me, her lips parted, her breath brushing my chin.
She’d moved closer, her body shoved tightly against mine now, and the feel of those gorgeous tits pushed against my torso made me want to fuck them.
In fact…
That might be a solution.
I took a second to tamp down my urges, to rein in my control. Then, I ground out, “You know I want more than a kiss. Are you ready for what I want from you?”
That had her eyes flaring wide open, but deep inside those green orbs, I saw a need just as fierce as mine.
“I-I don’t know what to do.”
“Follow my lead,” I prompted. “Nothing more, nothing less.”