Chapter Fifteen
Rygaard
There’s so much promise behind this moment that it electrifies me. Not only are we about to lose our virginities, we’re doing it with each other .
Ever since I started sneaking into her room at night, I’ve thought about everything I’d do once we finally reached this point.
Now that we’re here, I just hope I don’t embarrass myself before I even get the chance to feel how good we are together.
Trailing my fingers between her thighs, I find her folds, warm and slick with anticipation. I don't want to risk hurting her, so I bring two fingers to my mouth, coating them with spit before returning to her. Parting her gently, I begin massaging her clit in slow, teasing circles.
She moans, her body relaxing under my touch.
I want to see her, every gasp, every flutter of her lashes, and burn them into my memory.
Scooping her up into my arms, I spin us around and set her down again. “Arms up,” I command, loving the way she instantly obeys, lifting them high above her head.
I make quick work of the buttons on her skirt, letting it fall around her feet.
Her top follows, leaving her in just a black lace bra, so fucking gorgeous it makes my chest ache.
“Get on the bed,” I say, voice low and rough, “lay back, and spread your legs. Keep your eyes on me, I want you to see exactly what you do to me.”
She wastes no time, settling onto the mattress and opening herself to me. Freshly shaved and glistening just for me, the sight alone nearly undoes me.
I crawl onto the bed, stalking toward her like a lion toward his prey.
“You’re mine,” I growl, voice edged with possession. “Do you understand?”
She smirks, bold and unbothered. “Prove it,” she challenges, her voice a sultry dare.
Gladly.
I grab her ankles and tug her closer, planting kisses along her legs, nipping gently at the tender skin of her inner thighs. She shudders beneath me, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
When I finally reach her center, I don’t hesitate. I part her with my fingers and give her a slow, deliberate lick.
She bucks up against me, a cry tearing from her throat.
“Be still,” I warn, flashing her a wicked smile. "Pink’s officially my new favorite color."
I feast on her, slow at first, then faster, alternating between sucking, nibbling, and swirling my tongue around her clit.
“Rygaard!” she cries, grinding into my mouth. “I, I think I’m going to come.”
“Good,” I murmur against her. “I want you dripping for me.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to her as she rides the building wave.
"Right there, Ry, suck right there," she begs, and I do, loving the way she comes apart for me.
Moments later, her climax crashes over her. She gushes against my mouth, and I drink her down like a man dying of thirst.
“You taste better than I even imagined, Princess,” I whisper, pushing gently on her lower stomach as I lap up every drop she gives me.
“Ry! Rygaard!” she cries out, coming again, trembling so hard she has to squeeze her eyes shut.
"Yes, Princess. Give me everything."
When she finally collapses, chest heaving and flushed all over, I crawl up to meet her gaze.
Her tongue darts out to wet her swollen lips. “Ry?”
“Yes, Princess?”
“Can I... taste myself?”
Her question nearly has me jizzing in my pants.
"Of course," I say, voice gravelly.
She kneels on the bed, all flushed cheeks and wide, waiting eyes, the picture of obedience, though I see the mischief burning beneath her sweet facade.
“God, I can’t wait to make you bend to my every demand, Princess,” I murmur.
She tilts her head, smiling slyly. "And you'll be bending to mine in the process. Won't you, my good boy?"
Fuck.
I almost drop to my knees right then and there.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I’m running the show.
“For you, always. But tonight...” I lean closer, brushing my lips across hers, “...you’re mine to command. Understood?”
She grins and bites her bottom lip. “Understood. Now... give me a taste.”
Jesus Christ.
I spit a small trail into her open mouth, watching as she closes her lips and swallows obediently.
“How do you taste?” I ask.
“Amazing,” she purrs, her eyes sliding closed for a second in bliss.
“Ry?”
“Yes, Princess?”
“Can I help you with that?” she asks, nodding toward the tent in my jeans.
I smirk, popping the button open. “Get on your knees.”
She drops to the floor so fast it makes me laugh.
“Someone’s eager,” I tease.
“I don’t know why. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
"Just do what feels good," I say, brushing my fingers across her cheek. “Open wide and let me in.”
She watches intently as I shove my jeans down, freeing my aching cock. Her eyes widen.
"Whoa. That's the monster you've been hiding?" I nod, chuckling as her brow furrows. "That's not gonna fit... anywhere," she says, half in awe, half in panic.
"Oh, it’s gonna fit, Princess," I promise, voice low and full of heat. "Even if I have to make it."
She reaches out hesitantly, wrapping her small hand around my shaft. I hiss through my teeth at the first touch.
"Did I hurt you?" she asks, eyes wide.
God, she’s adorable.
Instead of answering, I let her explore, watching as her hands glide up and down, tentative at first, then firmer.
When she leans forward to swipe her tongue over my tip, tasting me, I damn near lose it.
“You taste good,” she whispers.
“Now wrap your lips around me, sweetheart. Hollow your cheeks.”
She does, taking me slowly, inch by inch. When the head of my cock bumps the back of her throat, she gags lightly, but doesn’t stop.
"My good girl," I groan, fisting her hair.
I start moving my hips, fucking her mouth carefully at first, then rougher as she relaxes around me.
“Keep going like that and I’m going to come down that gorgeous throat of yours,” I warn, struggling for control.
But that’s not how tonight is supposed to end.
I force myself to pull back, trembling with restraint.
"That's enough," I grit out.
She wipes her mouth, her face flushed and shining with pride. "Did I do good?"
"You did perfect, Princess," I say, tipping her chin up so she meets my eyes. "Get up here. Let me see the beautiful mess you’ve become."
She stands gracefully, a radiant, wild thing, owning every inch of herself.
"Are you going to fuck me now, Ry?"
My wicked smile is answer enough. "Yes."
And in that single word, I make a silent vow: I will give her everything she’s ever dreamed of. And more.
"I hope I'm enough," she whispers, so softly I almost miss it.
I cradle her face in my hands. “You're more than enough, Princess. We’re enough... for each other.”
Doubt still nips at my heels, but when I see her smile, hear her giggle as she scrambles onto the bed, all of it fades.
Tonight belongs to us.
And I plan to make it unforgettable.