Chapter Six
Can I Keep You?
Draven
My mind is spinning, and lust is riding me hard. But I need to take my time with Harmony, even if it kills me, and I will be damned if the first orgasm I give her is on the kitchen counter. There will be time for that later. Now, I only need her to accept the fact that I am keeping her.
When I enter my room, I gently lay her down on the king-sized bed with its rumpled blue bedding and smile when she tries to hide from me. I could say something to reassure her, but I have other plans. Grabbing her ankles, I pull her to the edge of the bed and slowly ease her panties down her legs before tossing them over my shoulder.
I fall to my knees and stare at her shaved pussy. I can see her arousal glistening on her puffy pink lips. She tries to cover her sex with her hands but I push them away with a low sound in my chest.
“Did you shave for our date? For me?” I ask as I run a finger through her wetness.
“Oh God,” she moans at my touch. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”
I hum as I swirl my finger around her hard little clit and her back arches off the bed. “You’re very sensitive.”
“Is that okay?” she asks sounding self-conscious.
“Baby,” I groan, pushing down on my erection with the heel of my palm, trying to get myself under control. “That’s perfect. You’re going to enjoy the hell out of this.”
Call me a dirty bastard, but the fact that this stunning fucking woman, who is spread buck ass naked on my bed, is asking me for reassurance about her reactions is a major fucking turn-on. I fully intend to take her virginity and then mold her pussy to know my cock, and only my cock. I want her delirious with pleasure and as addicted as I am.
My mind spins at the thought of all the dirty things I can do to her and pre-cum drips down the side of my erection. I want to bury myself so deep inside her that neither of us knows where one begins and the other ends. Instead, I softly blow across her sensitive pussy before I run the flat of my tongue through her folds slowly until I reach her clit and then back down again.
“Fuck!” she moans loudly before clamping a hand over her mouth.
I can’t remember a single time I’ve heard Harmony curse. Knowing I bring those kind of reactions out of her has me grinning like a damn madman.
I stop what I am doing and rise up to lean over her. I wait patiently until Harmony opens her eyes to look at me. Gently, I pull her hand away from her mouth and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“I want to hear every single sound you make, every moan and curse word I pull from those beautifully pouty lips. You got me?’ I ask as I rub my covered cock against her.
“Yes,” she moans.
I kiss my way down her body until I am kneeling once more. Once again, her thighs automatically spread wider to accommodate me as I return to my ministrations. I take my time, listening to her sounds and feeling the tremors in her thighs, making sure to learn what she likes.
“Draven!” she cries as an unexpected orgasm crashes through her.
I lap at her pulsing sex, pushing her higher until she starts to come down.
“Please,” Harmony begs. I slip one finger into her heat, and her entire body bucks off the bed.
“Yes,” she hisses, and I insert a second finger.
She moans and writhes on the bed as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her, trying to prepare her virgin pussy for my cock. I’m not a man to brag, but I do know I am above average, and it would kill me to hurt her. So I am doing my best to ensure she is as wet as I can get her.
Harmony pushes up on her elbows and stares down at me, watching every move I make, and I swear to everything holy she gets even wetter. My own cock is painfully hard and constantly leaking pre-cum down the length, the front of my sweatpants wet. It is taking every bit of control I have not to whip it out and start jacking off just to relieve the pressure.
“Can I see you?” Harmony asks softly and I almost break.
How can such an innocent question sound so erotic falling from kiss-swollen lips? Removing my fingers, I stand and suck the digits clean before walking to the side of the bed. Slowly, I lower my sweatpants to the floor before looking at her.
“That thing can’t fit inside me,” she gasps never taking her eyes off my erection.
“It can. And it will.” My voice is husky as I wrap my hand around my cock and use my pre-cum to stroke it. “Your little wet pussy is going to feel so good wrapped around me.”
Harmony rubs her thighs together, seeking some kind of friction to relieve the lust still coursing through her. A look of indecision flits across her face before she crawls to the edge of the bed where I am standing.
“Can I touch you?” she asks, her voice husky as she looks up at me through her lashes.
I don’t know how much more I can manage, but I want her hands on me more than I want my next breath. Instead of saying yes, I step forward and hold my hands at my sides. I expect her to go straight for my cock, but she doesn’t. She caresses my thighs and licks my abs before she wraps both her hands around me.
A hiss leaves me at the pleasure of being touched by her. It feels so fucking good that I have to lock my knees to keep them from buckling under my weight.
“Did I do something wrong?” Her hands leave my erection as she looks up at me once more.
I want to howl at the loss of her touch. “No, babe. I love you touching me.”
Slowly her right hand circles my length again. Her other thumb catches a bead of pre-cum before she sucks it into her mouth, and I almost blow my fucking load. I rip her hand away from my erection and quickly pin her beneath me on the bed. The head of my cock is already prodding at her entrance.
“I’m barely hanging on here, Harmony. I’m going to take this slow so I don’t hurt you,” I say as I slip just the head inside her. “But watching you lick my cum from your fingers will have me losing all semblance of decency.”
“I like the taste,” Harmony smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hope I don’t embarrass myself. Her words are erotic, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself. I need to make sure her first time is good for her too. She wiggles beneath me, and I stop my movement.
Her breathing is ragged when she speaks. “I think you should do it like a Band-Aid. Just get it over with.”
****
Harmony
When Draven thrusts his cock into me fully, I know I made a mistake.
Fuck. That stings like a bitch.
But I won’t show any of that to him. It’s my fault for rushing him, after all. I expect him to move but he doesn’t. Instead, he kisses me and plays with my nipples all while telling me how beautiful I am.
“Your pussy is strangling my cock,” he says lowly. “So hot. So wet. So fucking perfect.”
Soon enough, I realize the pain has faded and I tilt my hips up, wanting to feel him. We both moan at the friction my movement causes.
“I need you to move,” I beg Draven. “Please.”
“Yes, dear,” he says with a cheeky little grin.
His cock drags against my walls as he gently pulls out before pushing back in. I feel full and overstimulated, but mostly I feel cherished. Draven is constantly touching me, whispering words of praise in my ear. I feel tears sting my eyes when I think this could end, that none of this could be real.
I close my eyes to hide them but I’m too late, he’s already seen.
“Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” His tone is laced with worry.
I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Draven lifts me to sit on his lap, changing the angle of his penetration, and a moan slips from my lips even as tears fall from my eyes. “Harmony, please talk to me.”
His voice and demeanor have changed and I know nothing more will happen until I talk to him. I just let the man into my body, I should at least try to explain this self-doubt I am feeling.
“What if this doesn’t last? What if tomorrow you realize I’m not really what you want?” I sound desperate even to my own ears, but I can’t stop the words falling from my lips. “You’ve wrecked me for all other men. What do I do then?”
He kisses me deeply. “Babe, can you please not worry about us breaking up while I am making love to you? And I’m happy if I’ve wrecked you for all other men, it just means you’ll never leave me.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks.
I frown at his words. He is way too casual about all of this. I need to make sure he understands what I am saying, because I really don’t want to end up with a broken heart.
“I need to be sure this is it for you. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. It will kill me if you change your mind.” I lay my heart on the line in a broken whisper, praying I’m not making a mistake.
My back hits the bed once more and Draven leans over me. He drags his length out before pushing back in, his tempo building. His thrusts feel angry, but he is smiling at me and unless my imagination has really gone off the rails, I can see love in his gaze.
My nails rake down his back. His hand snakes between us and finds my clit, rubbing harshly at the sensitive nub. My orgasm steals my breath, and I have black dots in my vision. Draven gives two more thrusts before his entire body goes rigid.
Afterward, he turns, cradling me to his side, half splayed over his chest, his cock still inside me.
“Now you can’t leave me. No matter what lies Aurora told you, or what crazy ideas your mind cooks up about how I may or may not feel about you.” He sounds impressed with himself.
“It’s just sex, Draven.” I look up at him. I’m trying to be realistic about the situation. “No matter how good it was.”
He hums with a satisfied smirk as he caresses my back. “I’m happy to hear you enjoyed yourself,” he says, his words coated in self-satisfaction. “But what if you’re pregnant?”
Shock courses through me at his words. “You jackass!” I slap his chest. “What were you thinking?”
In the heat of the moment, it never even crossed my mind, but I am sure we didn’t use any protection. How could we both have been so damn stupid and irresponsible?
“I was thinking that you wanted to know if I was serious. I was thinking a little girl who looked just like you is exactly what we need in this house. I was thinking,”—he kisses me again—“that I’m just as scared as you are. I’m terrified that you’ll realize I’m not who you think I am, and I will have to start over again. I was thinking I can’t let my second chance get away.”
“So, you decided to try to knock me up?” The anger has faded from my voice.
We are in the same boat. Both of us want to love and be loved and both of us are terrified of getting our hearts broken. Me because he is my first love, the only man I’ve ever wanted. And him because he’s been burned before.
“Seemed as good an idea as any.”
“And if I’m not pregnant?”
The idea of having his baby has butterflies swirling low in my stomach. I know it’s stupid and that people with kids can break up too, but I like to believe we won’t.
“Then I will just keep trying.” He smiles before lifting my leg over his hip and thrusting his semi-hard cock back into me.