22
Dax
How could this beautiful woman be a virgin? Her news had set my lust to an explosive level and caused my dick to grow harder. I’d had to fight like hell to keep myself calm for her sake.
Laura was sexy as sin. The warm glow of her brown skin, the flawlessness of it, the curves of her perky tits, the swell of her perfect ass, the feel of her lush body against mine. Every part played a role in seducing me and left me no choice but to explore her fully.
My lips hovered an inch from hers, my gaze peering deep enough to reach into her mind.
“You can go harder.” Her hot words winded into my ear. She was asking me to do the one thing I’d been struggling not to do. I was being a gentleman because of the delicate state she was in.
I lifted my head enough to level my gaze with hers. “No. I will not go harder. You’re searching….”
A deep groan escaped when my easy thrust met her eager upward movement. I paused to align my sight with hers, aiming to finish the thought that she’d almost caused me to forget.
“I will not go harder until I need to. You’re searching for an excuse to say that it was bad, but I’m not going to give you one,” I asserted before I restarted my slow movements, pleasing her body more than her troubled mind.
She was already sorry about us being together and we’d only just started, but I had something she didn’t. Experience. My mission was to fill her body with an overwhelming desire that would build until it blazed into uninhibited pleasure. By the time I was done, I wanted her thinking about how soon the next time would come, instead of going along with that ridiculous pact that this be our only time.
“This is between you and me,” I reminded when I sensed her thinking too hard, doubting what we were doing. My words put a spark of encouragement in her that I intended to keep stroking.
When our bodies rode the rhythm of the desire stirring between us, I knew I was in trouble. Fire raced through my veins, chased by unrestricted pleasure. Laura’s little body was an emotion inducing, pleasure packed powerhouse I was already obsessed with.
Once her doubt dissolved, her body came alive beneath me and accepted every inch I offered.
“My God, your pussy. So fucking good,” I blurted, my thoughts being forced from my mind before escaping my lips. I glared down at our connected bodies, not believing I’d been able to resist her for so long. There was no way we could do this once and not want more.
My dopamine levels had rocketed off the charts because Laura was unlike anything I’d been hooked on. Ten times as addictive and twice as deadly.
A series of low moans mingled with her accelerated breathing and spilled into my ear. Her seductive cries were the only music I needed. Her fingers gripped my waist, tugging at my back, as her legs spread wider to allow me to go deeper and intensify the high we fed each other.
We cried and moaned together as the sweet taste of the desire I’d fought, and she’d pretended didn’t exist, overtook us. Our heavy breaths and sighs filled the room. We weren’t hiding from each other anymore, and for the first time since I’d known her, Laura Parker allowed me to see her fully.
The smooth skin of her shoulder was pulled taut between my lips before it met my tongue. I allowed my teeth to clench her skin before sucking, the action keeping me from falling apart too quickly.
I don’t know where the idea came from, but I couldn’t resist voicing it. “So, how does it feel going to hell with your pussy dripping gas?” I questioned, making her earlier words resurface.
She squeezed her already snug walls around my dick, and a deep gasp flew past my lips, making my heart leap into my throat.
“How does it feel having your dick taken by a virgin,” she asked, unable to resist countering my question and putting me in my place. My eyes grew wide, and an antagonistic spark took a hold of me. However, when I turned my hips at the right angle…. “Oh, shit!” was forced from our mouths as we caught the same rhythm and rode it for all it was worth.
“This pussy,” I breathed out, unable to hold back my lust induced words.
“That dick,” she returned, over an anguished moan.
“Dax,” her sultry voice stretched out my name and tickled my eardrum as she started to flutter around me below. Her spasming around me, and the sound of my name spilling past her lips in passion was my undoing.
“So tight, so deep, so wet,” I squeezed out. Her pussy was strangling my dick in the best possible way. My orgasm hit so hard, I lost my breath, and couldn’t call on the mental strength I needed to take my next. She was killing me, the only woman that had ever set me aflame and reduced me to a pile of ashes.
I gasped, choking on the most pleasure I’d ever experienced. I’d never cum so hard in my life. Helpless, I could do nothing but take the fierce infusion of passion, lust, and an emotion I didn’t want to give life to.
After a moment, our breathing synced and leveled out as we clung to each other until the fairy tale dissolved and reality floated back into our world.
Laura
“Are you okay?” Dax’s eyes had darkened to a smoky gray as he stared down, asking me a question I wasn’t sure I knew how to answer.
As if I’d ever be okay again. I was a lesbian who’d had sex with a man for the first time. To top it all off, I’d acted like his little slut in the process. I had enjoyed it instead of hating it like I was supposed to have.