Chapter 11 #2
She grins and pulls me closer. “I’d love to lose my virginity like this,” she says, surprising me while also making my cock swell to the point of pain.
“But I don’t want to make it too easy on you.
” Her leg hooks tighter around me, forcing our bodies closer together, and I groan when she rocks her hips, grinding against my length.
“I think I want to make you work a little harder before I let you inside me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, ready and more than willing to jump through any hoop this woman tells me to. Cupping her face, I keep her close and run the pad of my thumb along her skin. “Anything,” I tell her. “I’ll do anything you want, Sitka.”
She smiles even bigger. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
When she tries to move her hands, I let her, watching as she starts to pull her hoodie off.
She lets it drop beside mine, and the sight of her in nothing but a bra makes my mind go momentarily blank.
At a loss for words, I reach out and run the backs of my fingers along her stomach, tracing soft lines along her skin until my fingers brush the shell between her breasts.
Grinning, I cup it gently in my hand. “You made it into a necklace.”
“I wanted it close,” she says, and the confession turns me on just as much as all the bare skin in front of me.
Letting go of the shell, I drag my fingers along the swell of her breasts, marveling at how she can make the simple pink cotton bra look like the sexiest piece of lingerie I’ve ever seen. My fingers drift higher, gliding along her clavicle and dipping into the sexy hollow at the base of her throat.
“Are you disappointed?”
My fingers still at her question. “Disappointed?”
“I don’t have big tits,” she says.
“I don’t want you to have big tits,” I say.
She scoffs out a laugh, and I get the distinct impression that she thinks I’m lying, and I really don’t like that. It doesn’t take much for me to reach up and wrap my fingers around her slender neck. The sexy whimper she gives has me raising a brow.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you like it a little rough, besyonok.
” Pressing in just a bit more, I hover my mouth near hers and use my other hand to cup one of her breasts, groaning at how good she feels.
With our bodies pressed this tightly together, there’s no way in hell she can’t feel how hard I am.
“Still think I’m disappointed?” I ask. Her moan is answer enough, but not one I’m willing to settle for.
I reluctantly let go of her and bring my hands to the button of her jeans.
With my eyes on her, I pop it open and slide the zipper down.
She drops her leg so I can pull her pants down.
Kneeling, I help her out of her shoes so I can tug her jeans all the way off.
My eyes run over the tiny pink panties she’s wearing, and when I drag my fingers from her ankles up to her calves, over her knees, and then finally along her inner thighs, she lets out a whimper and rocks into my touch.
My knuckles graze along the line of her panties before I slip a finger into the thin strip of fabric at her hip.
Her eyes stay locked on me as I slowly slide them down her body.
I groan at the sight of her, wishing the moon were brighter so I could see her better.
The smooth skin between her legs is pale in the moonlight, and when I grab onto her hips and bring my face closer, she sucks in an audible breath and threads her fingers in my hair.
The temptation to taste her is unlike anything I’ve ever known, but instead of burying my tongue inside her, I look up and ask, “Do I still seem like a man who’s disappointed, besyonok?”
“No,” she whispers, giving another soft whimper when I let her feel the heat of my breath against her bared skin.
“Lose the bra,” I tell her. “I want to see you.”
She quickly obeys, removing her hands from my hair so she can unclasp her bra and toss it aside. I drink in the sight of her, loving every goddamn inch.
“I wouldn’t change a single thing about you,” I tell her, meaning every word of it. My fingers dig into her, using her to ground me and help me stay in control. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.” Her fingers slide back into my hair, gripping it tightly while I lean in closer so my lips almost brush her skin.
“Prove it.”
I feel the tremble in her fingers when she lets go of my hair and slides a hand between us.
I pull back so I can watch, biting my bottom lip when I see her press against her soft folds and slowly sink a finger inside.
I watch as she fingers herself. My knees dig into the small rocks beneath us as the wind continues to beat against us, but for once, I’m not cold.
I’m burning up, heart racing and lungs that can’t seem to get enough air.
“Is this what you did last night?” I ask.
She nods and slides her finger out so she can rub her arousal onto her clit. Her skin is slippery, so wet I can hear it, and with her breaths coming faster, she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to watch her come undone, but I want to be the one to do it.
“Give me your finger,” I tell her, digging my own into her skin, knowing she’ll have a line of small bruises tomorrow.
Giving herself one last rub, she brings her wet fingers to my mouth.
I wait, watching her as she slowly slides them past my lips, and when the taste of her hits me, I groan and suck her deeper.
My tongue laps at her skin, desperate for every last drop I can get.
When she’s clean and it’s still not enough, I pull back, letting her fingers drop from my mouth before I bury my head between her legs.
She moans my name, parting her thighs wider so I can lick a line up her slit.
This is my first time between a girl’s thighs, and I can’t imagine ever wanting to be between anyone else’s but hers.
I want to know her. I want to know every inch of her.
I don’t want experiences with a bunch of different random women. I just want to know her.
Going on instinct alone, I use my thumbs to part her pussy so I can slide my tongue in deep.
A feral-sounding growl beats its way through my chest when I feel how wet she’s making my face.
There are so many things I want to do to her, so many positions I want to try and things I want to experiment with and I promise myself that I’ll do every single one of them, even if it takes a lifetime to cross them all off the list.
She hikes one of her legs over my shoulder, urging me closer while she fists my hair and tries to grind against me.
I nip and kiss and suck on every inch of her, but when I start to work my way up, her little whimpers turn louder.
I nudge the small bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy with my nose, noticing the way it makes her legs start to tremble.
Teasing her, I run my tongue around it and then use my thumbs to pull her wider apart, fully exposing her clit.
“There are so many things I want to do to you,” I tell her.
I keep her spread open for me, while I run my eyes over her.
“And the next time I do this, I want light. I want to be able to see every inch of you.” I force my eyes from her beautiful, splayed-out pussy so I can see her face when I say, “I’m going to make every part of you mine, Sitka.
I’ll keep this a secret for now, but I won’t do it for long.
I need you to know that before I feel you come against my mouth.
This isn’t a game to me. You’re not the first of many.
You’re the only. Do you understand what I’m saying? ”
“Yes,” she whispers, making it sound more like a needy pant than an actual word.
When I hesitate, she adds, “I understand, Damien, and I feel the same way. I wouldn’t be here doing this with anyone other than you.”
“You better not, besyonok, because I’ll kill anyone who touches you.
” Hovering my mouth over the clit that I’m guessing is throbbing with need right about now, I give it a soft kiss and say, “This is mine.” Instead of another kiss, I lick her hard enough to make her gasp.
“I am the only man who will ever know what you taste like, the only man to ever know what you look like when you’re rocking your hips and whimpering, so wet it’s dripping down your pretty thighs.
” The suck I give her has her moaning my name before I say, “And this tongue is the only one you’ll ever come against.”
When I keep my mouth a hair’s breadth away from her, resisting when she tries her damnedest to get my tongue on her, she finally gives a frustrated groan and looks down at me.
I doubt she can see my smile, but she probably hears it in my voice when I say, “I’m waiting for you to agree.”
She laughs and loosens her grip on my hair so she can slide the fingers of one hand along my cheek. “Yes,” she finally says. “I agree.” Her thumb brushes along my lips. “No mouth but yours.”
I take a second to kiss her fingers before I wrap my lips around her swollen clit and give her a hard enough suck to make her legs quiver.
Pressing the pad of my tongue against her, I follow her lead, letting her body show me what it likes while I experiment until I know exactly how much pressure and what movement she likes best. I’m confident I have her figured out by the time she rocks into me and moans my name.
Her body trembles as her release soaks my face.
Ravenous for her, I open my mouth, letting her arousal coat my tongue before I swallow it down.
With a groan, I keep my mouth on her while I pry my fingers from her hips so I can tug at the button and zipper of my jeans.
I’m so fucking hard I can barely think. I’m guessing it would take all of one stroke to push me over the edge, but aside from freeing myself from the constraints of my pants, I keep my hands off my dick.
Instead of touching myself, I give her soaked pussy another kiss before slowly working my way up her stomach.