15. Merritt
merritt
. . .
I should have taken it slow.
Scarlett deserved soft and sweet, with nothing but the finest satin sheets covered in beautiful rose petals while romantic music played. But as I pressed her body against the wall, her fingers gripping the back of my head, tugging at my hair, I lost my fucking handle on shit.
“Scar,” I groaned against her lips before deepening the kiss.
If I had doubts about her inexperience before, kissing her confirmed it. Not that I minded. My girl was not only a fast learner but made for me. Her lips parted for me, making room for my tongue. The taste of her bloomed, and I rolled my hips against her. She purred and moaned, each sound a song that fed my soul.
“Merri, please.”
“What, baby?” I panted against her mouth, peppering kisses down her chin to the line of her neck.
“I need more,” she breathed, pressing her head against the wall and tilting it slightly to give me more room.
“Jesus, I knew you would taste good, but fucking hell, cutie pie, how the hell do you taste like this?”
“Like what?” Her breathing came out in soft little pants.
“Like vanilla and berries swirled with all my beauty of what I didn’t dare dream my life could be.” I groaned. I had no idea where all the poetic words were coming from, but it was like I couldn’t stop them. Shit I didn’t even know if I was making sense. My mouth couldn’t get enough of her neck.
“Oh,” she moaned. “I like that. I just–– wow.” She panted, and I kept kissing her neck. Sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh. Letting my tongue swirl around to find the spot that made her fingers tug on my hair.
“Baby, fuck. I should slow down.” I was trying to be a good man, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions.
“No,” she pouted. “No slowing down. Please, show me…”
“What else.”
“I just… I didn’t know it cold feel this way.” A guttural need rushed through me.
“Cutie, you telling me you haven’t done this?” I needed to know. Her response would change how I’d take her.
“Does it matter?”
“No.” I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. I lifted her up and loved the way her eyes flashed when my dick pressed much closer against the sweetness she held between her legs.
“It won’t change a fucking thing, but I need to make sure I’m careful with you if you haven’t,” I laid out, and my sweetness fucking undid me. Her hands slid from my hair and held both sides of my face. Her eyes locked with mine, those beautiful dark bedroom eyes reflecting everything she felt, matching everything I felt for her.
“You would be careful with me either way,” she said calmly, her tone steady and undeniably confident. She really believed that. Believed I had that in me. It quieted the beast inside my head.
Jesus Christ, the trust this woman, my woman, had in me was fucking humbling. “You know I would,” I confirmed.
I had no idea what the hell I had ever done to deserve such a woman, and I knew I’d fucked up trying to keep eyes on her the way I had. Almost getting caught tonight should have had me feeling something. A little remorse or regret. But like the asshole I was, it didn’t.
“You just gave me my first kiss,” she shared, snapping me out of my head and putting me right back into the moment.
“Jesus, Scar, cutie…” I was at a loss for words.
First everything.
I would be the only man she would ever have.
“It was perfect.” She smiled, and I breathed out. My lips pressed against hers. My girl let me take control,
“You’re a virgin?” I asked, trying not to lose my load right then and there.
“I am.” I’d known it, but hearing the confirmation made my toes curl in my damn shoes.
“How is that fucking possible? You’re twenty-five.”
“I know. I just… I told you, I don’t date,” she muttered while I tried to hold myself back.
The primal being in me wanted to toss her to the ground and show her just what she had been missing. But I kept hold of some control and restrained myself from acting like a feral animal.
“Fucking hell.” My head dipped down, pressing my forehead against her chest. My breaths came out choppily and unsteadily. She is untouched. Never been kissed until me. She’s been waiting for you! the thing in me shouted. Claim her! Take her! Breed her!
“Does this mean you don’t want me anymore?” she asked shyly after a moment.
“Fuck no,” I cursed, kissing the center of her chest. “Not even close. It just means we have to slow down just a bit.” My eyes rose and connected with hers. I could tell by the look on her face she didn’t like that.
“I don’t need to slow down. I just need you. Please, Merri,” she whined.
“Oh, you’re going to get me, cutie. You’re going to get everything, Scarlett.” I hoisted her back up and off the wall and carried her directly to her bedroom.
I tried to keep my steps slow and steady in case she changed her mind and needed more time, but by the way she held on to my face, dipping her lips from one side of my face to the other, peppering me with her sweet kisses while her hands stroked my beard, I knew slowing down was the last thing she wanted to do.
We stepped into her room, the room I’d just been in to jack off and come on her panties, the room she had almost caught me in. I should have felt guilty, but I didn’t. Knowing she loved me, that she would soon be mine and only mine, was the only thing I could think about. I turned the lights on, and she frowned.
“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?” I asked, slowly setting her down. Making sure she felt just how hard my body was against hers.
“No.” She shook her head. “That’s not it.” She chewed on her bottom lip. I could feel her nerves hit the air.
“What is it?”
“The lights are on,” she pointed out shyly.
“Of course, they are. You think I waited forty years for my woman, and I’m not going to get my fill of what her body looks like?”
“But, Merri,” she started to argue, “I’m not like the women you’ve been with. I’m––“
“Perfect. You’re perfect,” I whispered against her lips before stealing a kiss. “You’re mine.”
“I am. I’m yours.” My hands moved up the front of the buttoned-up cardigan she was wearing.
Our eyes connected, and when Scarlett nodded, my hand shook as they worked one button at a time, revealing smooth tan skin inch by inch. When the last one was undone, the tips of my fingers skimmed her skin until I reached her shoulders and pulled the cardigan off, leaving her in a lacey underwire bra. Her tits were incredible. Full and heavy. I could see through the sheer lace exactly how puckered up her dark nipples were. My mouth watered to taste those little chocolate chip morsels. To take them into my mouth and suck, swirl my tongue around them, all to hear the sounds she’d make.
But it would have to wait.
I ripped my shirt off, pulled it up and over my head, letting it land on the ground. Silence filled the room. The only thing I could make out was our shallow breathing. My hands moved to the front of her jeans, and she stopped me. She started to undo hers, and I did the same. Neither of us stopped until we stood in nothing but our underwear.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I hoarsely praised.
“I’m a little curvy.”
“You’re fucking perfection,” I repeated. My hands moved to her body, wrapping around to undo her bra. The material dropped, joining the discarded clothes on the ground. I kept my eyes on her.
“You need to stop at any moment, all you gotta do is say so,” I said in a low tone. “Do you get me?”
“I do.” She shivered, and when my eyes dropped, I watched her skin fill with goose bumps.
“You cold, baby?”
“No.” She tersely shook her head. “I feel hot. Really hot and nervous.”
“Nervous?” I repeated with a raspy edge to my voice. “There is“—my lips dropped to her bare shoulder— “absolutely nothing“—they kissed her collarbone— “for you to be“—I kissed the other shoulder—“nervous about,” I promised.
My hands roamed down her arms and over her breasts. I loved their weight in them. The sharp intake of breath made my dick twitch. My thumbs rolled over the dark puckered skin and pulled on them. “Oh!” she whimpered. The sound shot straight to my balls. I would do anything to hear that little sound for a lifetime.
“You’re big,” she whispered, innocently feeding my male ego.
“I’ll fit,” I vowed. “You were made for me, weren’t you, cutie?”
“Yes.” She nodded, and I stepped forward, leading her towards the bed.
“You still good?” I needed to make sure we were on the same page.
“Perfect.”
“Yeah, you are.” I lifted her up and tossed her on the mattress. Her laughter made my heart smile, and when she lifted her body up by her elbows, with that smile on her face that could rival the brightness of the sun, I knew without a doubt I’d do anything to keep her. My hands touched her legs and slid up her thighs.
“You’re so soft,” I whispered, swallowing hard.
My hands stopped at the waistband of her panties, and when she licked her lips, I couldn’t believe this was happening. Finally. Not only that, but she was a virgin. She would only ever have me if I had anything to say about it. I started to tug them down, revealing her pretty pussy. Dark trimmed curls covered what I wanted to see. I pulled her panties off completely and tossed them behind me before I kissed each bare ankle.
“Merri,” she murmured.
“I’m going to eat you,” I shared, kissing her knee. “I’m going to get you nice and wet. Ready for me.”
“You don’t have to.” She tried to shut her thighs, but I wasn’t having it.
“Keep them open,” I growled. My hand itched to spank her. To see my handprint on her skin.
“But I want you. I’m ready,” she whined, and I growled. My cutie pie had a bratty side, and I would fucking enjoy it.
“You are?” I pushed her thighs open. “Let me see just how wet and ready you are, baby.” My eyes dropped, and my Adam’s apple bobbed when I saw her pretty petals open for me, showing off the slice of heaven she had saved just for me. I fell to my knees.
When I pulled her to the edge of the mattress, Scarlett laughed, “Merri!”
“You’re nice and wet, but I’m still going to eat you.” I needed to taste her so damn badly.
“But––“
“No buts,” I ordered. My heart felt like it was ready to bust out of my chest. Finally. Finally, we were here! It’d been less than a month, but Jesus Christ, it felt like I had been waiting my entire life for her. “Keep your legs nice and open for your man, Scarlett.”
“Okay,” she agreed beautifully. Her chest rose and fell heavily the moment her head hit the pillow. From where I kneeled, we could still see one another. My hands reached up and tweaked her nipples. She squirmed and I smiled, letting go of her nipples and stroking her torso.
“Be a good girl for me and stay still.” She nodded, scooting her pussy closer to my face.
Somehow, I found enough strength not to dive right in and eat her pussy out. I kissed the inside of her thighs first. The left then the right, prolonging the inevitable. The feminine scent of her grew heavier with every press of my lips against her thighs. Her legs shook by the time I took my first swipe. A deep animal-like sound vibrated against the walls, and it took me a moment to realize the sound had come from me.
She tasted like vanilla and woman, and I couldn’t get enough. I lapped at the perfection of her cunt, loving how she grinded against my mouth and beard. She was dripping for me, and I knew she would leave my face a creamy mess. One I would proudly wear like a badge of honor.
One of my arms locked around her waist while the other dropped. My finger teased her entrance as my tongue swirled around her clit. Her little purrs and moans grew louder and louder. My name fell from her tongue like a prayer. Her pussy became slicker and slicker.
“So damn sweet and slippery,” I grunted, pushing my finger into her tight little hole deep enough to touch the barrier she had kept for me. Her pretty cherry would be mine. I was the first to touch her, to taste her, to have her. No one else would ever know the perfection my cutie pie was. Another sound vibrated through me.
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I panted like a madman while I licked her. Latching my lips around her clit and sucking her in.
“Oh! Oh! Oh god, Merr– Merritt! I’m going to––“ Her high-pitched voice cracked, and I felt her tight snatch start to convulse. Milking my finger deeper into her pussy as she came. The sight of her coming undone was fucking glorious. She was stunning. She was mine.
“Wow!” Her arms dropped to her sides, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I lapped at her gently, cleaning her up, savoring her taste and scent. When she started to squirm beneath me, I started my journey up her body.
And fuck me, what a beautiful road trip it was. Kissing her hips, then her belly. Discovering cute little freckles and two hidden little birthmarks on my way up between her breasts.
“I’ve been selfish,” I rasped, kissing under her left breast. Scar’s breath hitched.
“How?” she asked mid-pant.
“I was so hungry, I haven’t given these beauties any attention.” I tweaked her nipples between my fingers.
“Oh god!” The back of her head pushed into the pillow.
“Look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous, Scar. Like a goddess. My own temple to worship. You’re all mine, aren’t you, cutie?”
“Please, Merri.” I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked. My groan grew, muffled by how full my mouth was. I sucked hard, loving the way she squirmed between my legs. I let go of her nipple with a pop.
“Tell me,” I demanded like a bastard.
“I’m yours,” she confirmed. I licked her dark nipple as a reward. That was my girl. Made for me.
“One day soon, I’m going to knock you up. Breed you. These pretty little tits are going to get filled up with milk.” I couldn’t stop myself from warning her. She had no idea I’d switched out her pills with placebos. No clue that she’d take me raw, and I’d cream that little pussy of hers in hopes of knocking her up.
“Merri,” she whined.
“And you’re going to feed me, aren’t you?” It was filthy and probably too much, especially with me about to pop her cherry.
But my girl wasn’t frightened off. She had a very dirty side I was going to have the privilege of exploring. Those dark, fathomless eyes grew darker, hungrier. Needier.
“Yes!” she hissed, nodding. “I want that, Merri.”
“You would give me anything I want, wouldn’t you, Scarlett?”
“Yes.”
“Let me pop your cherry. You saved this for me. Both of them.” Her guttural sounds swirled with moans, and it made me think I was right. She would give me every hole of her body, and I would make sure I’d make her feel good. I’d make sure to take care of her in and out of bed for the rest of our days.
“Please, Merri! Oh, Merri!” she cried out.
I loved the sound of my name when she said it. I took the other tit and gave it the same attention. Her skin was so smooth and silky sweet. I teased the two of us. The head of my dick bumped and strained to get closer between her legs, but I kept my hips high enough so I couldn’t enter her. I drove us both mad, and when I couldn’t keep out of her, I let go of her tit and settled my big body between her much smaller one.
I draped my body over hers and smiled at her. I could only imagine what I looked like. Probably like a sweaty, hungry feral mess. I swiped at my forehead, and she shook her head.
“Don’t,” she rasped. I had no idea how the hell I didn’t lose my load with what she did next. Leaning up, she pressed her perfect tits against my chest before licking the side of my face. My arms shook as I held my body above hers, and my eyes fluttered shut.
“Shit,” I panted.
“You taste good,” she moaned.
“I taste like you,” I rumbled before opening my eyes and looking at her smile. That fucking smile would be the one I would remember when I took my last breath.
Reaching between us, forcing myself to keep my body lifted with my other arm, I lined my dick up against her entrance. Ever helpful, my cutie spread her legs wider, giving me just enough space.
“I’m going to try to be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“You’re fucking tiny, baby.”
“But I feel so empty without you. Please, Merri,” she whined, and I pressed my lips against hers.
For a moment, we got lost.
Her tongue dipped into my mouth, seeking mine before I groaned and deepened the kiss. My hips rolled, and I thrust into her with one long stroke. Her pussy was so damn tight it almost didn’t let me through, not that it stopped me. Scarlett’s body molded around mine. I swallowed a whimper that only set me closer on edge when I broke through the barrier she’d saved for me.
“Mine,” I growled. “Mine. You’re mine, Scar. Finally!” I hoarsely rumbled.
“Yes!” she hissed. The heel of her foot pressed down on my lower back.
I was like an animal.
It was her first time. I should have slowed down, but it had been too long. Too much want had built up despite having just come all over her pjs in the dark like some Peeping Tom.
I couldn’t stop the way my hips sawed in and out of her tiny body. Pulling back enough to look at her and us connected made me almost cross-eyed. The sight was the most beautifully erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. The way her tight untouched kitty spread for me, taking every inch of me. Arousal and the evidence of her innocence coated my dick.
Unable to help myself, I tossed her legs up and over my shoulders, fucking her as deeply as I possibly could. Her nails embedded themselves deeply into the muscles at my shoulders before her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, and she started to scratch my back.
Scratches I’d wear like medals.
I had no idea how she could take me the way she was! Screaming in pleasure, crying out for more. All on her first time. But she did. She was like a dream. My dream. She begged and begged. Before I knew it, she was there, coming under me, her pussy milking me deeper and deeper into her body, silently begging for my seed.
And I was done.
Without warning or control, I came inside my sweetness’ body. Ribbon after ribbon of my release flooded her insides, painting them white with my cum. Exhausted, I fell forward, and her limbs, arms and legs, held on to me. When I finally regulated my breathing, I lifted my head up to look at her. Damn, she was pretty. Her dark eyes were shut, her breathing shallow. There was a smile on her gorgeous face all while my semi-hard dick was still inside her body.
“Fuck,” I cursed, watching her eyes sleepily open. “That was amazing.”
“Is it always like that?” Her voice was slightly hoarse.
“With us. Only with us.” And that was the motherfucking truth. Sex was just a release when you didn’t have it with your person, and she was mine.
Always , the animal in me growled. Forever.
I pushed myself off her, and she whined, “Don’t go.”
“I’m not, beautiful. I just need to see something.” I settled myself between her legs and pulled my dick out, watching my release trickle out. Creamy and thick. I was tempted to push it back into her to make sure it took. That one of my swimmers found its way to where it belonged.
“Fucking beautiful,” I commented, and when our eyes connected, she seemed a little more awake. Her face was flushed and her hair wild beneath her.
“You came inside me,” she whispered.
“I did.”
“Merri––“ she started to say, and I had a feeling I knew where it was going.
“I’m clean. I would never put you in harm’s way. If we make a baby, it would only make me happy, cutie. When I tell you I love you, I mean it. I want you. Forever. I’ve never said that to someone who wasn’t related to me. I know this is new, but you need to know where my head is at, and what I want. Eventually, when you are ready, though, honestly, I hope the sooner the better, I want a family.”
“I’m on the pill,” she said, and if I wasn’t mistaken, she almost sounded sad about it. I hid the proud smile I felt, fucking giddy I’d switched out the packet.
“Nothing is a hundred percent.” I shrugged off. Especially those pills. “Like I said, whatever happens, happens. No matter what, everything will be okay. Doesn’t change anything between us, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I love you, beautiful,” I whispered, my fingers stroking her labia. I didn’t miss the way her little hole clenched like it was trying to find me touch again.
“I love you, too.”
“Your kitty greedy, baby, or you need a break?”
“Again. Always again.” I growled, and she laughed when my face went back between her legs, and we went for another round.
Three orgasms later, two of hers one of mine, we were exhausted and tucked in her bed. My girl in arms, she was fast asleep. I glanced at the hamper where the evidence of my earlier visit sat.
Fuck. I almost got caught.
I needed to figure out my shit, and soon. There was no way she could find out I was her stalker.
Not when she was this stalker’s Valentine for the rest of our lives.