It's actually the first time in my life that I’ve cared if a woman likes it.
I just hope she doesn't get scared...
"We will go as slowly as you want to," I say, petting her hair as I speak, "and I can stop any minute if you say so."
She lifts her eyes. She's not afraid; she's satisfied.
My naughty little girl.
"Okay," she nods, taking my cock in her palm. "But first, I want a little taste."
I swear, when her lips start touching the head of my dick, my legs become as weak as water, and I'm not sure if I can last even ten seconds before I come into that hot, tender mouth.
"Sky..." I whisper when she tries to take more of me, sucking me in all the way and working me with her hand.
She moans in response, and when her lips slide back to the tip, I pull away, taking her chin in my hand.
"I don't want to come in your mouth, Sky," I say, and I see she’s getting slightly upset.
I get on my knees in front of her and take her face in my palms.
"I've dreamt about this day for so long I don't want to mess it up," I whisper, glad that I was able to stop her in time. Two more strokes and I'd explode.
"You won't." She shakes her head and smiles slyly. "Now I'm letting you undress me.
Chapter Thirteen
Sky
Zac undresses me slowly, unbuttoning my blouse one by one, covering my skin with kisses on the way.
I can't stop looking at his enormously big dick, which stays hard the whole time he teases my body.
I know it was hard for him to pull away when I teased him. And I have to be honest, I enjoyed torturing him so much.
I was scared of how big his dick is. In my head, I'd imagined that I was taking it whole in my throat, giving Zac the most professional blowjob he’s ever had.
I've dreamt about being perfect for him. I thought that if I was the best, then he'd realize that I'm the best girl ever and fall for me.
But all of these wishes were created by my imagination long before what happened yesterday. When Zac saw me, covered with tears, and still told me how beautiful I was, and then he pleased me even though he didn't get his own release, it showed me how emotional and sensitive this rock-hard guy really is.
Today I realized that I don't have to be perfect to make him love me because he already does. He loves me with all of his heart and treats me like the most precious gift he ever had.
And when someone loves you just for who you are, you begin to love yourself.
"I love you, Zac Harden," I whisper when his hands start unzipping my skirt.
He freezes for a second and looks up at me with surprise.
"I love you," I repeat to make it clear, "and not because you said it first, not because of all those paintings, and not because of how much pleasure you give me." I smile, feeling how my cheeks are burning more with every word. "I just love you."
He smiles back at me and leans in for a kiss.
When his soft lips are finally pressed to mine, I moan and insert my tongue into his mouth to show him how turned-on I already am.
He pushes my bra aside and grabs one of my breasts in his palm, massaging it so hard that I gasp. Something between pain and pleasure covers my whole body, so I lean to his shoulder and bite it hard.
"I guess we're done with slow and tender," he says to me with a mischievous smile.