Chapter 5
Neil
I drank in the sight of her standing in my workshop—hair mussed from our kisses, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with arousal. "Last chance to change your mind, sweetheart. Once I get you in that bed, once I start showing you everything your body is capable of feeling, I'm not going to want to stop."
"I already told you. I don't want you to stop."
The walk from the workshop to my bedroom had never felt longer.
I kept her hand in mine, her small fingers interlaced with my much larger ones, and I could feel her pulse racing where our wrists touched.
When we reached the bedroom—my bedroom, where she'd slept last night in nothing but my shirt—she hesitated for just a moment.
I cupped her face in my hands, tilting her head up so she had to meet my eyes. "We'll go as slow as you need. You're in control here. You say stop, we stop. You say slow down, we slow down. You want something specific, you tell me."
"What if I don't know what I want?"
"Then I'll show you options until you figure it out.
" I leaned down to kiss her forehead, then her nose, then brushed my lips against hers in the gentlest possible touch.
"I'm going to make this so good for you, Kim.
Going to worship every inch of you until you understand how fucking perfect you are. "
Her breath hitched. "The way you talk to me..."
"You like it when I tell you what I'm going to do to you?" I smiled against her mouth when she nodded. "Good, because I plan to tell you exactly what I'm doing, exactly how beautiful you look, exactly how good you feel around my fingers, my tongue, my cock."
The crude words made her shiver and press closer. My shy little librarian had a dirty side she was just discovering, and I was going to be the lucky bastard who got to explore it with her.
"Neil," she whispered, her hands sliding up my chest. "Please."
I kissed her properly then, deep and thorough, walking her backward toward the bed until her knees hit the mattress. She sat down hard, looking up at me with those dark eyes wide behind her glasses.
"First things first," I said, gently removing her glasses and setting them safely on the nightstand. "I want you to be comfortable."
Without the barrier of her glasses, she looked softer, more vulnerable. I knelt in front of her, putting us at eye level, and her breath caught at the sight of me on my knees for her.
"I’m going to undress you now," I told her, waiting for her nod before reaching for the hem of her shirt. "Going to reveal every perfect inch of you and then I'm going to taste every bit of skin I uncover."
She lifted her arms, letting me pull the shirt over her head.
Her bra was simple white cotton, nothing fancy, but against her pale skin it looked like the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
Her breasts were small, perfect handfuls, and when I traced the edge of the cotton with one finger, her nipples visibly hardened beneath the fabric.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I murmured, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of flesh above the cotton.
"Show me," she breathed, her hands tangling in my hair. "Show me what I do to you."
I reached behind her to unhook her bra, taking my time, building anticipation. When the fabric fell away, revealing her completely to my gaze, I had to take a moment just to look.
"Beautiful," I said reverently, cupping the small, perfect mounds in my palms. "Absolutely beautiful."
When I lowered my head to take one pink nipple into my mouth, she cried out and arched against me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I lavished attention on both breasts, using lips and tongue and the gentlest scrape of teeth until she was writhing beneath me, making the sweetest sounds I'd ever heard.
"Please," she gasped, though I didn't think she even knew what she was begging for. "Neil, please, I need..."
"I know what you need, baby." I laid her back on the bed, working the button of her jeans with steady fingers. "Lift your hips for me."
She did, and I slid the denim down her legs along with her panties in one smooth motion, leaving her completely bare to my gaze. She immediately tried to cover herself, but I caught her hands gently.
"Don't hide from me," I ordered.
She was all pale skin and soft curves, narrow waist and gently flared hips, a neat patch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs. I could already see the evidence of her arousal, and the sight made my cock strain painfully against my jeans.
"My turn," she said, surprising me by sitting up and reaching for my belt. "I want to see you too."
Her small hands fumbled with the buckle, and I helped her, standing to shuck my jeans and boxers in one motion. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me, fully aroused and ready for her.
"You're... that's... how is that going to fit?" The genuine worry in her voice would have been funny if I wasn't so desperate for her.
"It'll fit perfectly," I promised, crawling over her on the bed, caging her in with my arms. "Your body was made for mine, sweetheart. I'll make sure you're ready, more than ready. Going to make you so wet, so eager for me that you'll be begging me to fill you."
"I'm already begging," she admitted, her hands exploring my chest, my shoulders, skimming down my abs to wrap tentatively around my length.
I groaned and caught her hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss her palm. "Not yet, baby. This first time is all about you. About showing you how good I can make you feel."
I started at her throat, kissing and sucking until I found every sensitive spot that made her gasp. Moved lower, worshipping her breasts again until she was arching off the bed. Traced her ribs with my tongue, dipped into her navel, kissed the hollow of each hip bone.
By the time I settled between her thighs, she was trembling, her hands fisted in the sheets, little whimpers escaping with each breath.
"Going to taste you now," I warned her, spreading her thighs wider to accommodate my shoulders. "Going to lick this pretty pussy until you scream my name."
"Oh God," she gasped, and then my mouth was on her and she did scream, her back bowing off the bed at the first touch of my tongue to her sensitive flesh.
She tasted like heaven, sweet and perfect, already so wet for me.
I took my time, learning what made her moan, what made her buck against my mouth, what made her hands tangle desperately in my hair.
When I slid one thick finger inside her tight channel while my tongue worked her clit, she came instantly, crying out my name as her inner muscles clenched around my finger.
"That's one," I said, looking up at her flushed face, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Going to give you at least two more before I even think about fucking you."
"I can't," she protested weakly. "It's too much."
"You can and you will." I proved it by sliding two fingers inside her this time, curling them to find that spot that made her eyes roll back. "That's it, baby. Ride my fingers. Show me how badly you need my cock."
She was uninhibited now, past embarrassment, moving against my hand with desperate need. I added my mouth back to the mix, sucking her clit while my fingers worked her, and she shattered again, this climax even stronger than the first.
"Please," she sobbed, pulling at my shoulders. "Please, Neil, I need you inside me. I need to feel you."
"One more," I insisted, but she was shaking her head, pulling me up her body with surprising strength.
"Now," she demanded, wrapping her legs around my waist. "I need you now."
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock just barely pressing against her slick heat. Despite her demands, I needed to be sure.
"Look at me," I commanded softly, waiting until those dark eyes met mine. "This might hurt at first. I'll go as slow as you need."
"I trust you," she whispered, her hands framing my face. "I want this. Want you. Please, Neil, make me yours."
That last word broke my control. I pushed forward slowly, steadily, watching her face for any sign of pain. Her eyes went wide as I stretched her, filled her inch by inch, her untouched body adjusting to my size.
"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, having to stop halfway to let her adjust. "So perfect, squeezing me like you never want to let go."
"Don't want to let go," she agreed breathlessly, her nails digging into my shoulders. "More. I can take more."
I pulled back slightly, then pressed forward again, deeper this time. She gasped, tensing for a moment when I met the barrier of her innocence.
"Deep breath, baby," I murmured against her lips, and when she exhaled, I pushed through in one smooth motion, seating myself fully inside her.
She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, and I held perfectly still despite every instinct screaming at me to move. I peppered her face with kisses, murmuring praise and promises until I felt her relax around me.
"You okay?" I asked, my voice strained with the effort of staying still.
"I'm... God, Neil, you're so big. I feel so full." She shifted experimentally, causing us both to groan. "It's starting to feel good. Really good."
"Yeah?" I pulled back just an inch before sliding home again, and her eyes fluttered closed. "How about now?"
"More," she breathed. "Please, more."
I started to move, slow and deep, letting her feel every inch of me with each stroke. She was so tight, so hot, so perfect around me that I had to grit my teeth against the urge to pound into her like an animal.
"That's it," I encouraged when she started moving with me, meeting my thrusts with increasing confidence. "Take what you need, baby. This is all for you."
"Harder," she demanded, surprising me with her sudden boldness. "I won't break, Neil. I need to feel you."
"Fuck," I growled, hiking her legs higher around my waist to change the angle. "My shy little librarian isn't so shy anymore, is she?"