Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Collin
Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I have to grasp at every ounce of control I possess so I don’t just say screw this and take her hard and fast. But that’s not how I want our first time together to go. She’s not just some quick fuck to scratch an itch.
She’s…more.
Sliding my tongue through her pussy, I listen as her breathing hitches and feel as she tenses beneath me. “What else?”
“Fingers,” she murmurs softly, keeping her hands positioned above her head.
“One or two?” I ask, already slipping the tip of my thumb at her entrance.
“Start with one. It’s, uh, been a while.”
I revel in the thought, of knowing no other man has been here, tasted what I now consider mine, for some time. “How long?”
I’m met with silence, so I lift my tongue from her pussy until she answers, “About a year.”
I groan. My balls ache. It’s been about a year since anyone tasted or touched this pussy, and I’m about to blow in my damn pants.
“Where’s my reward for answering the question?” she asks, lifting her head and glancing down at me with a smirk.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply before lowering to her clit and sucking it hard into my mouth. As she gasps from pleasure, I slide my thumb into her hot, wet pussy. I can feel the tightness, feel her muscles already pulsing. I can’t wait to experience the taste of her release. It’s all I can think about.
All I crave.
I keep my tempo steady as she starts to relax around me, alternating between sucking on her clit and licking. Her body is starting to move, her hips rocking as she seeks out more of that sweet friction. When she’s ready, I slip a second finger inside and feel her stretch around them.
“How do you get off, Lizzie? On that list of yours. What makes you come?” I ask, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly as I flatten my tongue on her clit and apply pressure.
“Fingers and mouth. Both. Together.”
Your wish is my command.
I thrust both fingers inside and curl them upward.
Her gasp fills the room and triggers a fresh wave of wetness.
Her pussy is getting tighter, and I know she’s close.
I need her to come on my fingers, on my mouth, more than I need air, and I’m determined to give her everything she needs before we take this any further.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, gyrating against my mouth and chasing her release. “So close.”
“Come, Lizzie. I want to feel it. Taste it.”
And she does. As if triggered by my words, she detonates beautifully.
She squeezes my fingers so hard I can barely move them, but I keep my mouth on her clit, drawing out every last drop of her orgasm she has left.
Her legs are pressed firmly against my face as she cries out, riding the waves of pleasure.
When her body is sated, she goes limp, making me chuckle. “You all right up there?” I ask, gently drawing my fingers out of her pussy, which spasms around me.
“Dead.”
“Mmm, but what a way to go,” I murmur, nuzzling the soft hair above her pussy with my nose. I’ll commit the feel of her, her scent, everything about her to memory and pull it out on the nights I’m alone and needing her.
“Can I move my arms?”
“Yes.” When she does, I add, “Good girl.” Reaching for them, I rub her forearms, helping make sure the blood is circulating once more. “You okay?”
She gives me the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever witnessed. “Are you kidding? I’m great.”
I rise to my knees and take her in once more. Her panties are stretched, her pussy bare and wet. She’s a dream, and for now—for tonight—she’s mine.
Taking her hand, I help her stand. “Let’s get this off, shall we?” I reach for the clasp of her bra and release the closure.
She drops the bra onto the floor and quickly shimmies out of her panties, discarding them on the floor too. She stands before me, completely naked, and every bit the fantasy I’ve envisioned since the moment I met her. “You’re stunning,” I say, drinking her in.
I don’t miss the blush on her cheeks or the way she doesn’t shy away from me. “May I?” she asks, stepping forward and reaching for the opening of my jeans. When I nod, she grabs the waist and starts to push them down.
The moment my cock pops free, her eyes zero in on my erection. She wraps her soft hand around my hardness and gives it a gentle squeeze. Precum oozes from the tip as I fight not to thrust in her palm, desperate to find my own release.
She looks up and locks eyes with me. “May I?”
I have to swallow over the dryness and lump in my throat as I nod in approval.
I’m in complete awe as she drops to her knees and looks up at me.
My pants are still around my knees, but I don’t give a shit.
I’m transfixed on the beauty before me as she leans forward and swipes her tongue across the head of my cock.
Precum oozes and strings from point A to B, and I swear I’m about to blow right now.
Her green eyes locked on mine, she moves forward, drawing me inside her warm, wet mouth.
A groan erupts from my soul as I watch her make slow, steady strokes of her hand, while licking and sucking me.
My hand wraps around her ponytail, mostly to give me some form of leverage.
I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff, one tiny move away from falling.
Her hair is soft, those blond curls like silk in my palm.
I wonder what her bare ass will feel like against said palm.
Her pace picks up, and I try to compartmentalize the sensations, but it’s hard—no pun intended. I realize all too quickly I’m growing dangerously close to exploding inside her mouth. She sucks hard, drawing me farther down her throat and twisting her hand against the root of my dick.
I’m on the verge of coming.
But not like this.
I pull back, dislodging my cock from her hot mouth. She gapes up at me with wide, wild eyes so full of lust. Reaching out, I cup her jaw and gaze down at her. “I’m not coming in your mouth. At least not the first time.”
She gives me a sassy grin as I help her stand. “I’ll look forward to that next.”
I crack a smile myself, my cock twitching with anticipation. “Me too. Now, turn around,” I state, all evidence of my smile gone. With my hands on her hips, she moves to face the bed. She’s about to climb on when I add, “No, right here.”
When I know she’s going to stay, I step back and remove my jeans and boxers, grabbing a condom from my wallet before kicking them out of the way. I make quick work at covering my dick with protection, feeling her eyes on me as I go. Finally, I’m ready.
Oh, I am so fucking ready.
She meets my eyes as I ask, “You’re sure?”
Standing up straight, she reaches back and slides her hand in my hair, steering my mouth down to hers. I can still taste her cum on my tongue as she whispers, “More than sure.”
“Then lean forward,” I instruct, holding on to her hips as she places her hands on the bed.
My view is absolutely perfect. Her ass, the curves of her hips, her blond hair pulled away from her face in a ponytail.
I cup the globe of her ass cheek before reaching down and lining up my cock with her pussy.
She takes a small step to the side, giving me a little more space to slide to her entrance.
I’m there, ready. With my hands holding her hips firmly, I ask once more, “Ready?”
Her answer is to push back, taking the head of my dick inside her body.
With that, I move in one slow, steady push forward. I don’t thrust, even though my body craves it. I make sure she’s okay and adjusts to the invasion first. When I’m fully seated inside her, the muscles of her pussy already starting to grip me, I stop.
“No, don’t stop,” she whispers, rocking her hips to try to create more friction.
“I need to make sure you’re okay,” I insist, gripping her skin and holding her still.
“Please, Collin.” Her plea is raw, a whimper in the still of night.
Pulling back almost completely out, I thrust, filling her a second time with a little more force. Our mixed groans and the sound of my hips hitting her ass fill the room. Both are the fuel we add to an already raging inferno.
I start to pump, letting my hands slide around to the front of her hips.
Lizzie lifts her torso and throws her hands over her shoulders, grasping my head.
Her nails dig into my scalp as I pull her back against my chest. Sliding my right hand up, I cup her breast, holding it in my palm and pinching the tip of her nipple.
She gasps and drives against me, her push to my pull.
My mouth finds her neck, licking and sucking on her sweet skin. My first thought is to mark her, to let everyone know I was there.
That she’s mine.
She cries out, bucking hard back against me, riding my cock. She’s chasing her release, as am I. I feel her muscles start to tighten, gripping my dick with their pleasurable force. My balls draw up, but I will not come unless she’s with me.
“Come, sweet Lizzie. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock.”
She whimpers as I roll her nipple between my thumb and index finger and reach down between her legs with my other hand. I find her clit and swipe my fingers over the hard, swollen bud. My mouth sucks on her neck, and I feel it happen. The moment she comes on me, against me, for me.
She tightens so much it’s almost hard to move, but I do, triggering my own release.
My spine tingles as I come hard, driving inside her body and emptying myself in the condom.
I feel every ripple of her muscles, milking every drop of my release.
She shivers against me before leaning forward, her hands moving from my head to the bed as she sags forward.
I do the same, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, her shoulders, her spine. My hands move over her slick skin before landing gently on her hips. I carefully pull out, even though I don’t want to. I’d much rather remain exactly where I am, buried deep inside her and ready for another round.
But that can wait…