Chapter 17 Arabelle
Arabelle
Ican’t believe I’m about to do this. Even though I’m on my knees with his beautiful cock on full display, and my pussy is soaked and throbbing while lust blazes in his eyes, I’m terrified. I have no idea how to do this.
“I can see your mind racing a mile a minute, Beauty. Stop thinking so much and live in the moment.”
I might as well break the news to him so he can decide if he still wants to go through with this. Maybe he won’t laugh in my face when he finds out I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing because I’ve never given anyone oral sex in my life.
Of course, I’ve watched porn like most people while touching myself, but that will only help me so much in this situation.
From what I’ve seen, you definitely need hands-on knowledge, and that’s probably even more true with a man like Florian.
He’s probably never been with someone as inexperienced as me.
He’s about to get the shock of his life.
I sigh. “I’m trying to live in the moment, Florian, but I think you should know that I’ve never done this before.”
He pauses for a second, and his face remains stoic, but I can see surprise dancing in his eyes as well as concern. “You’re not a virgin, right?”
I might as well be.
“Would it make a difference if I were one?” I ask, annoyance coloring my voice. “I want this, and so do you, so why would that even matter?”
He’s the one who got me all hot and bothered with that sinful mouth of his. Now he’s pulling away because he thinks I’m a virgin. That should have been a question he asked before he licked my pussy.
“Yes, it would make a difference, Arabelle. And it matters a lot. Even though I want to fuck you, I’m not going to fuck you in a safe room if you’re a virgin.
I may not be a good man, but I’m not a bastard, either.
I would never have your first time be in a place like this. You deserve better than that.”
My heart flutters inside my chest. That’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. I can’t believe the hardened criminal I’ve read about is worrying about making something special for me. That makes me see him a little differently than the world likes to portray him.
As some of the annoyance melts away, my eyes soften. “No, I’m not a virgin, Florian,” I say, putting him out of his misery.
He lets out a relieved breath like it’s the best news he’s heard all day, and I laugh.
“Listen, my long work hours have prevented me from having a romantic relationship with any man.”
I don’t know why I feel the need to tell him about my love life, but I feel like I owe him some truth about my life since we will be husband and wife. Hopefully, he hasn’t built me up in his mind to be someone I’m not.
“I’ve been on one date since I broke up with the only boyfriend I’ve ever had when I was younger. That’s who took my virginity. And that one date after him didn’t end well for me. So, I’ve continued to focus on my career instead of on finding a romantic partner.”
Something flashes in his eyes before he quickly shuts it down.
“Since that date, my love life has been virtually non-existent by choice. So, you have to excuse me if I’m a little gun-shy when it comes to anything dealing with sex, especially something I’ve never done before.”
I gesture toward his erect cock, the tip glistening with a droplet of cum. I dart my tongue across my lips, just thinking about how he would taste in my mouth. It’s something I’m very interested in experiencing, which is why I’m on my knees waiting for him.
A wide grin stretches across his face. “So, I get to be the first man you ever give a blow job to?”
The pride and excitement in his voice causes me to roll my eyes, but I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“Yes, you will be my first. Now, if you don’t come here before I lose my nerve, it’s a first that will have to wait a little while longer.”
He reaches his hand out to me, and I dip my brows in confusion.
“I thought I was going to do,”—I motion to his cock again—“you know.”
He chuckles. “I’d rather you sit on my face while you suck my dick. I want to taste more of that delicious cunt of yours.”
There’s no way I’m going to turn that down. The man is a master with his tongue. It definitely beats having to use my fingers to get pleasure all the time. I didn’t realize what I had been missing out on.
I grab his hand and walk out of the safe room into his large bedroom.
I didn’t have time to pay attention to the layout when Hugo rushed me in here, but holy god, the place is massive and beautiful in a masculine way.
It’s muted grays and dark blues. Even the light incense aroma lingering in the air screams all man.
Compared to the bedrooms in both my apartments, this one is triple the size. The personal living area features a long gray couch positioned before a massive TV mounted on the dark-blue wall, all overlooking a roaring gas fireplace.
I turn my attention to the large, dark mahogany four-poster bed that sits not too far from large panes of windows that make up one wall. The tint is so dark you can’t see out of it. I would have preferred if they were clear, but that’s my little secret to keep.
“This is amazing.”
He’s lying on the bed with his legs wide and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, palming his beautiful erect cock.
“Come here, beautiful.”
Without hesitation, I walk toward him, then climb onto the bed and slowly crawl up his body. Bravely, I stop at his cock, settling between his thighs on my knees, and gaze up at him. I knock his hand away, and he arches his brow at me.
With my gaze on him, I lick from the base of his dick to the head, swirling my tongue around the tip before sucking the head into my mouth.
“Fuck, Beauty,” he groans, propping up on his elbows to watch me.
Since he’s not telling me to stop, I assume he’s okay with what I’m doing.
As I move my mouth further down his length, then back up, my hand follows in sync, creating a rhythm that heightens my pleasure and hopefully his.
“Yes, baby,” he groans. “Just like that.”
He intertwines his hand in my curls. The delicious sting of my scalp causes me to moan around his length.
I’m clumsy at first as I try to get a good rhythm with my hand and mouth, which he doesn’t seem to mind. All I hear are curses and moans echoing from his lips. But the further I go and the more vocal he becomes, the more confident I am in what I’m doing.
“Beauty, that feels so fucking good,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair as he lifts his hips from below, matching my movements. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m close, baby!”
With his shout, I speed up my movements, moving my head and hand up and down his cock faster and harder until his body stiffens under me. “Shit! Shit! I’m coming, baby! I’m coming!” he shouts, and his warm cum coats the inside of my mouth, and I savor every bit of it.
He falls back on the bed and sighs. I sit up on my knees and gaze at him, proud of myself because he has the most serene look on his face.
He hisses, and his body visibly shivers when I grab his semi-hard dick and move my hand up and down it again.
When he opens his eyes, the hunger in them is indescribable. “That was fucking amazing.”
Once again, pride moves through me, and I can’t help but grin like an idiot. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Oh, I more than enjoyed it. Now, it’s time I returned the favor. Come here, Beauty, and sit that tasty cunt on my face.”
I can’t help but laugh, but I don’t deny that my need for him is growing. My thighs are slick with my desire, and my pussy is throbbing, anticipating the amount of pleasure I’m about to experience. So, I don’t waste any more time. I do as he asks and sit on his face.
“Hold on,” he says before he dives in.
I can definitely get used to this.