My breath hitches as his fingertips make contact with my pussy lips. “You can touch me a lot.”
He rolls to the side, his cock dragging over my hip, leaving a trail of pre-come across my skin. “Spread those legs wider for me. Show me where you need my fingers.”
“And your cock.”
“Horny little thing.”
“For you.” I gasp as he finds where I’m wet and circles my entrance. “Yes.”
“Good.” He slicks his fingertips away from my hole, dragging them through my folds.
I gasp when he grazes my clit, then moan as he trails his touch down the other side.
“You’re trembling,” he whispers.
“Sorry.”
“No, I love it. You’re so sensitive.” He exhales roughly as he strokes my slit up and down, taking my body from warm and eager to desperately on fire. “You feel so good. You look so pretty. God damn it, Sienna, why are we doing this in this attic while your family is downstairs watchingWhite Christmas?”
“Because we need to.” I lift my hips, glancing my engorged clit against his finger more directly than he intended, and we both groan. “Because we should have done this the day we met.”
“You were too young.”
“I wanted you, though. I didn’t offer to help with your website out of the goodness of my heart.”
He laughs, his whole body shaking, and he stops stroking me to squeeze my whole pussy with his big hand instead. “Are you saying that you wanted to get laid, and I offered you a job instead?”
“You can be oblivious.”
“It was self-preservation. I knew I needed to hold on to you and I didn’t think I could…” We both glance down at where he’s possessively cupping my sex. “Well, hold on to you like this.”
I giggle and roll my hips, pushing against him. He slides onto his back, and I climb on top of him. “Can I do it like this?”
His gaze darkens, staring at me unblinking for a moment, then dropping to where my legs are spread on either side of his hips.
Where my wet pussy is notched against his cock.
“What do you say?” His voice is hoarse with need.
I did that.
To a man I thought was forever unavailable to me. I’ve tumbled him from on high and now I’m perched on top of him, taking what I want from his body.
I smile coquettishly. “Please, Daddy?”
He nods. “Yes, baby. Go slow. It might—”
I’m already fitting us together. My hand shakes and his cock throbs, straining with need as I rub the crown against my slick entrance.
The unspoken last word,hurt, falls away as my body gives way to his heavy erection.
His thick, hard cock.
Inside my tight, virgin pussy.
My—
Ah.