Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
S heer stubbornness had me clutching her thighs in each of my palms and dragging her down the mattress until I was kneeling on the floor, her ass teetering on the edge of the bed as I spread her pussy lips so far apart and open for me I could practically see inside her. Each time she tried to shoot back up or reach out and grab on to me, I stopped moving. Pressing a palm on her sternum and shoving her against the sheets again.
I’d tell her when I was done. And I wasn’t done.
This was for me as much as it was for her. I enjoyed the taste, the smell, being the first to dive into unexplored territory and stake my claim for every man who came after me. There would be others. I didn’t indulge repeat customers. But none of them would ever live up to the permanent mark I’d leave in my wake. The ghost of my touch, the memory of my cock splitting them in two and leaving them in pieces for someone else to clean up and try to put back together.
Another observation that was more fact than opinion.
I knew what I could do. What I did. What I was currently doing with the arousal that was quickly pooling between her thighs. It was the kind of thing that couldn’t be faked. The body’s natural reaction to everything I did to it. Each new sensation I brought to the surface and sent rushing through her like a wave of ecstasy.
It fascinated me. The expressions she made. The way her brows creased, how her eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to decide if she wanted to pry them open or squeeze them shut. The curiosity and confusion. The thrill and euphoria. Like all that build up before the first drop of a roller coaster—the juddering of the cart, the clicking of the tracks and tension of the cables. The fear of the unknown. It was never the same after that. Not after you knew what to expect.
I waited for her to come down from her second external orgasm before I crawled back over her and got into position. The moment my cock slipped through that first ring of muscle, just the tip testing the waters, her arms shot out. Her palms closing over my wrists like a little resistance was enough to stop me. It wasn’t.
My pause had nothing to do with her sudden reluctance, and everything to do with the fact I had no intention of diving all the way into the pool just yet.