“You’re telling me this pretty pussy’s all mine?”
I nod, my breaths fast and hard.
“No man’s ever touched you before?”
“I was told to save myself. For my wedding day.”
“But you ran away.”
“I did.”
“Which means I’m…” His smirk transforms into a proud smile. “Fuck,” he breathes. It sounds like a prayer. “Hold on tight, darling. I’m going to fuck you so good you’re going to feel me in your bones.”
Zane dives in, teasing my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. He expertly draws tight circles against me, sucking and licking like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. An electric heat pools in the pit of my stomach, growing hotter and brighter with every one of the ministrations. I like the rough scrape of his beard against my thighs and the heat of his breath against my folds. Jolts of pleasure burst inside me, my knees trembling on either side of his head as a warm dizziness washes over me.
“Zane,” I moan, my voice growing tighter and tighter. “Zane, I’m so close!”
He redoubles his efforts like it’s some sort of challenge, teasing me until I’m up against the edge and barely hanging on. The tight heat that’s been gathering deep within my core suddenly explodes, pleasure sweeping through me in wave after massive wave. I’ve never experienced anything like it before, my mind so consumed by ecstasy that it takes me several minutes to finally come down from my high.
“Wow,” I breathe. Rasp. Whisper. My voice is a ruined mess, and I can’t say I mind.
“I’m not done with you yet, darling. C’mere.”
Before I have a chance to protest, Zane pulls me closer to the edge of the couch. I feel the blunt press of his finger against my entrance, slowly collecting my slick heat as he dips back down to mouth at my clit. He sinks his finger into me slowly, my walls fluttering around him as they adjust to the stretch.
It’s a foreign feeling, but not an unwelcome one. Zane moves carefully and considerately, never once rushing me before I’m ready.
“Is this alright?” he asks against my thigh. “You have to tell me if it’s too much.”
“N-no, don’t stop,” I plead. “It feels really good.”
He crooks his finger in a beckoning motion, sweeping over a spot inside me that causes stars to burst across my vision. Every inch of my body is suddenly a live wire, electric and tense and thrilling. His mouth and finger work in tandem, the same heat from before blooming deep within my core. I grip the edge of the couch cushions like I’m holding on for dear life.
When he adds a second finger, I’m a goner.
I’m not sure if the noise I make is even human. I can’t bring myself to care. I come on his fingers while his mouth continues to tease me senseless. My skin is alight and just shy of too sensitive, but it’s an addictive kind of feeling. A release. I’ve been tense for so long that I’ve only just realized what it’s like to take a moment to fully relax.
The light jingle of his belt and the metallic rip of his zipper pulls me back to reality.
There’s still more pleasure to be had.
Zane finally takes of his clothes. His shirt goes first, abandoned to the floor like the inconvenience it is. I prop myself up on my elbows and drink in the sight of him. His hulking shoulders and impressively wide chest are covered in tattoos. Military. Some I’m able to identify, others not so much. Zane is a lot to take in all at once—literally and figuratively—but a part of me sincerely hopes I’ll get a chance later to really study the beautiful ink marking his skin.
“See something you like?” he asks, cocky.
“Pull your pants down and we’ll see,” I reply coyly.
He does so, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down together so his cock can spring free.
My mouth suddenly waters.
GoodHeavens.
“There’s no way that’s going to fit,” I mumble, dazed and in awe by his impressive length.
“You can take it,” he says. I can’t detect a trace of arrogance in his tone. “We’ll go slow, alright?”
I nod. “Right. Yeah, okay.”