BATES
My heart stutters in my chest.
I don’t think there’s a bigger compliment she could have given me, but she hasn’t done it out of an eagerness to please; she’s said it because it’s her truth.
She’s so beautifully honest and real.
Her cheeks are indecently rouged as her hands clasp in front of her, and she gazes down at me with a helpless expression that makes me want to kiss her again and make it all better.
I beckon her closer and pull her face to mine, so I can lightly brush my lips against hers.
“You are impossibly wonderful, and I’m so glad to have met you,” I whisper against her lips.
She whimpers softly, and I lap it up. Literally. My tongue flicks at her lips, and she parts them with a soft sigh, allowing me to take her sweet, wholesome mouth the same way she’s going to let me take her fucking virtue.
I was basically a virgin myself the last time I popped someone’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I let some other asshole take advantage of this gorgeous girl.
I don’t want to risk her satisfaction by leaving it to someone else, and I don’t want her left feeling used when she should feel treasured and cared for.
Something tells me she’s been missing out in the TLC department.
She’s beautifully transparent and generous with her heart, but she seems to believe her quirks and differences are wrong or annoying, and that they work against her in social situations.
Maybe they have before, but I’m about to show her the opposite is true when it comes to us.
And if she refers to herself in a bad way one more time, I may demand her parents’ contact details, so I can tell them personally how badly they’ve fucked up her self-esteem.
My fingers glide over her soft hair until I get to the tie holding her ponytail. I loosen the elastic before I slide it off as smoothly as I can, because I don’t want to hurt even a single hair on her head.
Once her long, wavy locks are free and she’s standing before me just as natural and perfect as a woman could possibly be, I lose my breath at the sight of her.
She’s everything I could ever dream of. Brave, direct, breathtakingly beautiful, and way out of my fucking league — and she’s offering herself to me.
She trusts me to handle her with care. Trusts that I understand she’s precious.
Does she sense how much I want to shield her from the cruelty the world must project on her?
Every part of me aches with a desire to keep her safe from harsh judgment forever, but she leaves tomorrow, so I’ll make the most of the time we have.
If we only have this one night, then there’s not an inch of her I won’t have worshipped before it ends.
I pull her lips back to mine and try to impress upon her how much I enjoy her every little quirk. My hands roam over her skin as I attempt to commit the feel of her to memory for all the long, lonely nights ahead of me.
Her tits are glorious. Her frame is practically petite, but she has curves that more-than fill my palms. There’s a quiet strength and energy to her that suggests she’s active, but she doesn’t seem the type to spend hours at the gym each week — she’s softer than that.
I can sink my fingers nicely into her flesh, granted the perfect grip on any part of her I want to hold.
My hands slide over her round ass, and she hums into my mouth.
Her hard nipples press against my chest, and her hands roam over my body too.
She traces the grooves between my muscles and sweeps her fingers up my spine, my neck, into my hair, and down again until every hair I have is standing on end and I’m tingling all over.
I haven’t been with someone new for a while, but I don’t remember ever feeling like this when a woman touches me. All my nerve endings are going haywire, and my skin is alive and electric.
“What are you doing to me,” I rumble at her as I sow kisses down her neck and chest until I can take her nipple into my mouth and suckle to force another moan from her lips.
“Hopefully, the same incredible thing you’re doing to me,” she whispers as she sways a little and firms her grip on my shoulders. “Don’t fall over.”
I don’t know if she’s talking to me or herself, but her legs are definitely trembling as I slip my hand between them.
“I’ve got you,” I assure her as I take her ass in a firm grip with one hand and slide my other fingers through her ultra-slicked crease.
Cussing under my breath for what may be the millionth time tonight, I marvel at the wetness pouring out of her juiced-up little cunt.
I explore her with more care than I had the first time — when I just…
licked and fingered her without thinking twice.
Virgin or not, I acted as if she was mine, and I should have taken it slow. I took her for granted.
My fingers slide easily, and I tease her swollen little clit. I watch her eyelids flicker shut and her eyelashes shiver against her cheeks. Her rouged lips are puffy from our kisses, and they’re pursed as she pants softly through them. I want to slide my cock between them so badly.
My balls are throbbing with need for her, and as I slowly push two fingers inside her pussy, I almost choke at how warm and snug she is.
My cock wants in.
Desperately.
And there’s no way it’s not going to stretch her to the point of discomfort.
I swallow roughly. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” she utters as she rocks into my hand to make my fingers fuck her.
I pull them out and replace them with three, stroking her inner walls and pushing against them to see how far they’ll give under the pressure.
Lana moans, digs her nails into my skin, and she takes them with surprising ease. It helps that she’s so fucking wet…
Hope flutters in my chest.
“You’re doing so good, Lana. Nearly there.
” I slowly pump her a few times to keep her flowing, then slip my digits from her depths and grab up the string of rubbers I’d tossed aside earlier.
“I’m going to put on a condom while you tell me how you’ve imagined your ideal first time.
I want to make it as perfect as I can for you, so I won’t ruin it by making assumptions.
You want to be lying down? Standing? On all fours? ”
Watching me pinch the end of the condom as I roll it on, Lana nods. “Yes.”
“Which one, beautiful?”
Her eyebrows dip sweetly. “I’ve imagined all of them.”
I smile and press a kiss over her heart. “Okay. If you think of anything else you want, you let me know.”
She utters a surprised squeal when I scoop her into my arms, and when I lay her on the bed, she gazes up at me with so much trust it makes my chest hurt. I lower myself over her, keeping my weight from crushing her as I kiss the tip of her nose. “I’ve got you.”
Her lips press together, and she nods as she spreads her legs for me. “I know.”
“Promise you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.”
She nods again. “Bates?”
“Mm?”
“I won’t want you to stop.”
I hitch one of her legs high against my hip to open her pussy, and I can’t help grinning at her gasp when I slide every thick inch I have along the groove between her pussy lips to get covered in her juices. “We’ll see.”
I reach between us and guide my cock to her entrance, as I lock my eyes on hers. I steal a quick kiss from her lush lips and then hitch my eyebrow just a little, asking permission.
Lana gives the slightest nod, and I slowly push forward until she’s panting and her wide-eyed expression looks too close to panic for my liking. I ease back and wait.
She frowns. “I didn’t say stop.”
“Your eyes said stop.”
“My eyes said: holy fuck, there’s a giant cock stretching me, not that I didn’t like it.”
Is she saying that to please me? So I’ll do it anyway? I study her with a sideways glance. “Do you mean that?”
“Bates, I hate repeating myself, so I mean everything I say. I liked you stretching me. Now… do it again. Please,” she adds in a rush, as if I might not fuck her on demand if she doesn’t use her manners.
She gets me so fucking hot. With the way she pushes all my go-buttons, I have to be even more mindful of not giving into my deep, primal urges. Any neanderthal idiot could take her in one hard thrust, but she deserves so much better than that for her first time.
I notch the head of my cock between her folds again and commence with the painfully slow penetration I’m forcing myself to abide by.
My reward is the look on her face, which makes it worth every ounce of control it takes.
Her eyes are more hooded than wide now, and the way she’s panting seems to stem more from desire than an effort to accommodate me.
Her jaw is more tense than I want it to be — but it’s set in defiance, I think.
A statement that she knows what her body is capable of better than I do.
She continues to welcome me inside her, and I ease myself into her steamy depths in one long, continuous thrust. We’re both breathing hard when I reach her limits, and I want to piston my hips to fuck in and out of her, but my cock feels so perfectly held by her cunt’s tight squeeze that I stay right where I am, seated deeply while I savor such a beautiful connection.