“If the relationship between us continues to develop, I’d like to know I’m not going to get you pregnant when we finally sleep together,” I explain, my tone gentler.
“You choose,” she murmurs.
Not wanting her to worry about swallowing a pill every day, I say, “I’ll have the doctor come over so he can give you a contraceptive implant.” I tuck a couple of strands behind her ear. “But we’ll take the time to get to know each other better and enjoy each other before sleeping together.”
“Okay,” she agrees, relieved that I made the decision for her.
Wanting to see what kind of power I hold over her, I demand, “Kiss me.”
Lara pushes up on her toes, and to keep her balance, she wraps her fingers around the back of my neck. To help her, I lower my head, and she doesn’t hesitate to press her mouth to mine.
Intense satisfaction has my cock hardening to breaking point.
I break the kiss, and taking hold of her hips, I sit down and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.
“That’s better,” I murmur before hungrily claiming her mouth again. My tongue lashes against hers, and I love that I have total control over everything because she has no experience to challenge me with.
Lara wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine, and it situates her right on top of my cock. Her breathing hitches, and unable to resist, I thrust up against her heat.
Her breaths falter as she gasps.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, my eyes settle on her face before I thrust up again, watching her reaction closely.
Her eyes remain closed, and a look of pure ecstasy relaxes her features.
“Do you want me to make you come, Lara?”
My direct question has her eyes snapping open. I see embarrassment tightening her features, and I expect her to put a stop to this.
“Yes.”
My eyebrow lifts in surprise while my dominant side orders, “Unbutton the shirt.”
With trembling fingers, she pops one button open after the other. The moment she’s done, I brush the fabric to the side so I can see her breasts.
Having her obey me makes satisfaction fill me. As a reward, I lower my head and flick my tongue over her already pebbled nipple. Her body jerks, and when I suck her into my mouth, she arches her back, eagerly offering herself to me.
Perfection.
Wanting to hear her moan, I slip my hand down her abdomen, and moving the fabric of her panties, my fingers brush over her soft curls. I find her slick heat and twirl my finger around her entrance.
Freeing her breast from my mouth, I look at Lara as I slowly push my middle finger inside her. Her lips part in a gasp, and her thighs squeeze against my sides.
“Good?” I ask to make sure I’m not hurting her.
She nods quickly.
“Touch me, Lara,” I order.
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
She lifts her hands to my shoulders as I slowly move my finger in and out of her tight opening.
There’s no fucking way I’d fit inside her tonight. Not without hurting her badly.
Instead of my own burning need, I focus on Lara’s. I massage her clit with my thumb until her breaths are nothing but short bursts over her lips.
When I see the pleasure filling her eyes, I pull my hand away and demand, “Rub yourself against me.”
Her inexperience shows as she struggles to swivel her hips. I lie back on the bed, and pushing her panties out of the way, I help her move up and down the outline of my cock.
“That’s it,” I praise her. “Harder, baby.”
She places her hands on my chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt, then she finally finds her rhythm. Pleasure builds in my balls, and my hands grip her hips tighter.
“Come for me, Lara. Let me have your first orgasm.”
Her body starts to convulse, her eyes snapping shut as her features tighten, her mouth opening on a silent ‘O.’
I drink in the sight of my shirt hanging loosely around her, her breasts on display. With her panties pushed aside, I can see her swollen clit as she rubs over my hard length.
The sight of her has me exploding in my sweatpants. Somehow, I manage to sit up. I shove my hand down between us, and thrusting my finger inside her clenching heat, I move fast to prolong her orgasm.
Lara buries her face in my neck as a whimper escapes her.
I wrap my other arm around her, my own pleasure forgotten as I focus all my attention on her.
Only when she stops clamping the fuck out of my finger, do I still, our rushing breaths the only sound in the room.
Intense satisfaction surges through me. I pull my hand free, and taking hold of her hair, I tug her away from my neck so I can see her face.