I liked the pressure of his weight on top of me, the heaviness leveling me out physically. When he dipped his head and pulled my nipple between his wet lips and sucked, my mouth dropped open, and I no longer cared about stifling my moans. My pussy flooded and an urgent need crackled through my core and rumbled through my torso.
His hand slipped over my hip, and he used his middle finger to smear my wetness. “Shit, your dripping wet,” he hissed out, before his eyes slid closed on a deep inhale. He ripped the condom open and slipped it on with expert precision.
I was flowing so fluidly the scent of my arousal reached my nose.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” I reminded him before I closed my eyes and waited for him to enter me.
“I know. I’ll go slowly,” he replied to my outburst as he cupped my chin in his palm and turned my head so that I could face him. He hadn’t understood what I was saying. I didn’t fear much, but I was afraid of this.
With my gaze locked on his, I rephrased my statement. “I’ve never been penetrated, not even with a sex toy.”
This time my statement registered and his dropped jaw, wide-eyed gape was stuck on me. “Shit. Laura. Fuck!” tore from him on a harsh whisper. His body went limp on top of mine before he buried his face in my neck.
When he lifted his head, he stared, allowing his gaze to travel across our entangled bodies. My revelation had heightened his arousal if his harsh breathing was an indication. His dick was three times harder than it had been moments ago as well.
“I thought lesbians used strap-ons, dildos, vibrators, your hands, fingers, fist.…”
“I was always the alpha. I get off on getting women off. I never had a desire to do anything else,” I revealed.
He didn’t comment. Instead, he started kissing his way down my body. He teased my nipples to the point of almost making me cum. His kisses trailed lower and lower until his warm breath teased my aching center.
“I want to know what your pussy tastes like. Can I find out?”
I nodded before I even realized what I was doing. For once, I was glad I didn’t like any hair down there, so keeping that area manicured was easy.
He took a firm grip of my knees and spread my legs wider. He kept glancing up at me, wanting me to witness what he was about to do as well as assessing my reaction.
It started with another kiss, him introducing his lips to my lower ones. He extended his tongue, widened it and licked from the star of my ass all the way up to my clit. My body rose from the mattress, chasing his mouth as a long and loud moan started at my chest and eased past my throat.
He took his time introducing his tongue and lips to every part of my pussy, spreading my lips with his tongue, before he licked up and down every seam. The shit he was doing to me drove me insane. I couldn’t catch a full breath. The rush of pleasure traveling from his mouth into my crazed body couldn’t have been natural.
He was making magic with his tongue, and I had no shame in accepting the pleasure he dished out. My pelvis pulled tight as I thrust my hips to receive every flick, every lick, and every suck. “Fuck!” I cried out when his tongue delved in deep, so deep he hit multiple hot spots that made my inner thighs quake.
I found the strength to lift my head and glance down in time to see one of my slick brown lips between his pink ones, giving it a light tug before his tongue eased out and delved past the area he’d sucked. His eyes found mine, continuing to watch me watch him.
“Your pussy tastes like ice cream melting on my tongue,” he complimented. His words set my pulse to an erratic beat and caused me to overflow with wetness.
The way he placed his hands under my ass, aiming my pelvis up … he was like a cat, not a house cat, but a wild one, like a lion or tiger drinking from my bowl of milk.
When he delved deeper, circling his tongue into my wet opening, my body didn’t know how to react. “Shit, Dax. Fuck!” I cried before I sipped in a huge burst of air. My legs started to quiver first. A sensational shiver traveled across the rest of my body, releasing a burning pleasure that caused me to lose control of myself.
I instinctively rotated my hips, attempting to ease the building ache in my core, but Dax would not allow my satisfaction to end as quickly as I was aiming for. I think he enjoyed teasing me as much as pleasuring me.
I gushed so fluidly, I was sure the covers under me were drenched, but I didn’t care. I’d gotten lost in the overwhelming impulses that kept building until they yanked at my core, enveloped my body, and ripped me to pieces.
The powerful orgasm froze me before I was forced into convulsions and shattered all over again. I’d been driven so deep into the pleasure buildup I didn’t notice my hands were shoving Dax’s face deeper into my soaking wet heat.
He didn’t have a problem with it as he came up with a satisfied smile before his tongue slid across his lips, tasting the remnants of my orgasm.
This time when he fitted his weight against me, I was better prepared to accept him into my body. He placed the warm head at my opening and delivered an easy push that tipped past my lips, spreading them until the head licked at the entrance of my walls and enticed them to quiver with anticipation.
He eased more in, the pressure present, but not painful. The next thrust pushed at the barrier that had never been breached. He froze when my body tensed and seemed as afraid as I was moments ago.
My lips caressed his ear. “I want to know what it feels like,” I urged, convincing him to continue.
His eyes widened at my words and a fire ignited within him, the heat pouring off his warm, hard body. He thrust harder this time, and I knew the moment he’d gone past the one valuable jewel I’d ever owned, the one precious gift I’d fought to protect. There was pain, but if there was one thing I understood well, it was the unapologetic burn of pain.
It didn’t hurt, though. Not in the way I’d heard that it should have. It brought with it a spark of passion I embraced. An unexplainable compulsion I’d never get to experience again, started to flow around us. The sensation sank further with each thrust until he was seated deep inside.
He pinned me with his intense gaze while continuing to slide in and out of me. “It’s amazing how your little pretty pussy can take this much dick,” he gritted out. His words were part compliment, part male arrogance. I was too overwhelmed, too stuffed, and too intoxicated with lust to do anything other than moan out my pleasure and chase my next breath.
The heel of one of my feet dug into the back of his hard calf, the other slipped up and down the back of his strong thigh with each movement. He was being careful with me, but I didn’t want him to be. I’d witnessed enough sexual acts as a child and teen to know this wasn’t the way it went down.
I’d had enough sex of my own to know there was no room for tenderness in the act. The begging and pleading for me to go harder and faster always emerged, and now, I was experiencing the why behind the urgency.