Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Twila
My heart raced and my palms felt damp. I can’t believe I just admitted that.
I told the hot sexy man I was a virgin.
And he didn’t care.
He didn’t care at all!
How I was still a virgin was a question my sister often asked me, but I always had the same answer- I never met the right one.
It wasn’t that I was waiting for marriage. I just wanted it to be special.
Not with a guy who meant nothing to me.
Somehow, having just met Baylor, he meant something to me.
More than something.
He meant the world.
And now I was ready to give myself to him and only him.
I didn’t hold back any longer. Throwing myself into his arms I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard never wanting to let go. I dragged him into the house, not bothering to close the patio door, only the screen, as I led him to my living room.
I gently pushed him down onto the couch and he chuckled low, the sound going directly between my legs.
“A girl who knows what she wants. I like it.” Baylor said as I climbed onto his lap and straddled his waist. His hard cock pressed against me, straining beneath his pants and I gasped, the size of his bulge larger than I expected.
Butterflies stirred in my stomach, but I forced them out and focused on the here and now. I took his face in my hands and kissed him soft, slow, deep, rubbing myself against him, desperate for the friction.
Baylor's hands ran over the soft material of my shirt and down to the hem, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the side. He slid his hands up my back, over my shoulders, and down over my breasts, only the lacy bra between our skin.
I leaned back, breaking our kiss, both of our chests heaving, as I looked into his hooded, desire filled gaze, his eyes glazed and delirious with pleasure.
Without taking my eyes off him, I slowly slipped off one bra strap at a time before reaching behind and unclasping it, letting it fall in front of me as my breasts tumbled out.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Baylor mumbled before leaning forward and clasping onto one nipple with his mouth. His talented tongue swirled around the pink, pert nip while his hand played with the other, squeezing it between his two fingers.
A man had never touched me the way Baylor did in that moment, soft yet firm, caressing yet aching with need.
My pussy throbbed, a foreign feeling to me yet still there no less. I wanted him so bad, the need pulsating through me and cracking me wide open.
Arching my back, I thrusted myself into him, giving him more of me. My hands clawed at his shirt, aching to touch his skin. I grabbed the hem and hoisted it upwards. When my eyes landed on his ab muscles, my fingers froze.
Holy fuck.
I lifted the shirt another inch.
Mother of God.
He’s fucking jacked.
Baylor stopped pleasing me as he watched me with an amused look on his face. I touched his abs in utter disbelief that they were actually real.
But they were.
And they were all mine.
He helped lift his shirt over his head and his mouth sought mine, crashing in a blissful kiss as our hands roamed free.
We kissed and kissed, Baylor stealing my every breath, the heat between us enough to burn down the house.
His hands landed on my lap, and he lifted me off his lap, setting me on my feet. He gently pushed me back as he stood and stripped out of his shorts and boxers, his large cock springing free.
My mouth dropped open. Wow.
The butterflies returned with a swift fierceness and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Is he going to even fit?!
“Is this too fast? We can stop if you’d like.” Baylor said, his voice sweet.
I shook my head. The last thing I wanted to do was stop.
“It’s whatever you’re comfortable with, sweet girl. I’d be happy just to hold you all night.”
When I looked up at him, so much sincerity shone in his eyes, my heart burst. This man, this sweet, sweet man.
Without saying a word, I slowly removed my cotton shorts and panties, sliding them to the floor while my eyes stayed locked on his.
Baylor whistled under his breath before cupping my breasts with both his hands as he sat back down on the couch. His hands slid down my waist, over my hips, and around to my ass, caressing each cheek. With a hand on each thigh, he spread me open wider, licking his lips as he stared at my pussy.
My entire body flushed from head to toe.
I was so vulnerable, in the most vulnerable position, yet perfectly safe with him.
He leaned in and pressed his face against my pussy, breathing in deep. The move turned me on and a small mewl sound escaped my throat.
“Fuck, you smell so damn good. Can I taste you?” Baylor asked.
“Yes.” I whispered, my voice frantic and desperate. I never needed someone as badly as I needed him.
When his tongue dipped in, my knees weakened. When his hands gripped my thighs tight, I bucked forward. And when his mouth covered my clit, my hands fell to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Baylor spread me wide open and feasted like I was the best damn dessert he’d ever tasted. His hands kept me steady or I would’ve fallen to the floor by now, my legs growing shakier by the second.
His mouth worked pure magic on my pussy, licking and sucking and eating me like I was his favorite meal.
My orgasm began to build, my clit growing more sensitive. I’d given myself plenty, with and without a vibrator, and knew just how to get there, again and again, but never with someone else.
And Baylor somehow knew just what I liked.
I was putty in his hands.
Moments later, I came hard, my orgasm crashing through me. He didn’t stop, coaxing a second and third out of me, before letting me collapse into his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up, my body hovering above his, my legs on either side of his thighs.
“You look so fucking pretty when you come for me, sweet girl. Now I want to watch you come on my hard cock.” Baylor said with a growl. “Are you ready?”
I nodded, fighting away the storm of wings in my belly.
“I’ll go slow. And if it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop. Please. Don’t be afraid to tell me. I would never want to hurt you.”
My heart melted and I could feel myself already falling for this man. This gentle, giant, kind soul, just waiting for the right woman to light his world on fire.
“I trust you, Baylor.”
His eyes shone and he kissed me hard as he lowered me onto his waiting dick. Inch by inch, my pussy took him in, like I was made specifically for him and no one else. It didn’t hurt, only stretched me deliciously wider.
Baylor groaned, a guttural noise escaping his throat as I sank all the way down, fully taking him in.
Guess my vibrator had another benefit, after all.
“Holy shit. Are you sure you’re a virgin?”
I laughed as I moved up and down, up and down. “I’m sure. Maybe I’m just right for you.”
“Oh, sweet girl, you are. You are now my everything.”
I kissed him as I rode him hard, bringing myself to orgasm again, the friction too much to ignore.
His cock slid in and out, in and out, better than I could’ve ever dreamed of. A girl could get used to this every day.
And when he found his release, we kissed and rested, only to start all over again.
All night long.