Chapter 7 - Ranger #2
I push her shirt up slowly, giving her time to change her mind. She doesn't. Just lifts her arms so I can pull it off completely. Her bra is plain white cotton, and somehow that makes it hotter. Makes her more real. More herself.
"Beautiful," I murmur, tracing the edge of the bra with one finger.
"Graham, I need to tell you something."
The seriousness in her tone makes me pause. "What?"
"I've never done this before. Any of this beyond kissing." She's looking at me with those wide eyes, vulnerable and uncertain. "I'm a virgin. And I know that's weird at twenty-five, but I just never... nobody ever wanted me enough to—"
"Stop." I cup her face with both hands, making sure she's looking at me. "First, it's not weird. Second, plenty of people wanted you… They were just idiots who didn't deserve you. Third, I want you. So fucking much I can barely think straight."
"You do?"
"Yeah, Delilah. I do. And knowing you've never done this before doesn't change that. If anything, it makes me want to take my time. Make sure your first time is good. Make sure you feel how much I want this."
"I want this too," she says quickly. "I know the timing is crazy and we just met, but I want this. Want you. Please."
"We'll go slow," I tell her. "And if you want to stop at any point, you just say stop. Okay?"
"Okay."
I kiss her again, slower this time. Taking my time to taste her, to learn what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. My hands explore her body, over her ribs, along her sides, mapping every beautiful curve.
When I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, she tenses slightly.
"Still okay?" I ask.
"Yes. Just nervous."
"Don't be nervous. It's just me. And I'm going to make you feel so fucking good."
I unhook her bra and slide it off slowly. Her breasts are full and soft, her pink nipples already hard. I stare for a moment, taking in the sight of her half-naked beneath me.
"You're staring again," she whispers.
"Can't help it. You're perfect."
I lean down and take one nipple in my mouth. She cries out, her back arching off the bed, her hands flying to my hair. I suck gently, then harder when she moans and pulls me closer.
"Oh god," she gasps. "That feels… Oh!"
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand kneads the first. She's writhing beneath me now, making the most incredible sounds, completely lost in the sensation.
"Graham, please. I need… I don't know what I need but please!"
"I know what you need, baby. I've got you."
I kiss my way down her stomach, taking my time, learning her body’s geography. When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I look up at her.
"Can I take these off?"
She nods frantically. "Yes. Please. Take them off."
I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs along with her shoes. She's left in just plain white panties that match the bra, and I can see a damp patch forming at the center.
Fuck.
She's so wet already.
"Spread your legs for me," I tell her.
She does, her face flushed, her breathing ragged. I settle between her thighs, kissing the soft skin of her inner legs, working my way higher.
"What are you—" she starts.
"I'm going to taste you," I tell her. "Make you come with my mouth. Is that okay?"
"I've never, nobody's ever—"
"I know. But I want to. Want to make you feel good. Want to taste how wet you are for me."
She nods, beyond words now. I hook my fingers in her panties and slide them down slowly. Her pussy is bare, glistening wet, swollen with arousal. The most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen.
"Gorgeous," I murmur. "So wet for me already."
I lean in and lick a slow stripe up her center. She cries out, her hips bucking off the bed. I grip her thighs, holding her in place, and do it again.
"Oh god oh god oh god" she's chanting, her hands gripping the sheets.
I find her clit with my tongue and circle it slowly, learning what pressure she likes, what rhythm makes her moan loudest. When I suck it gently into my mouth, she nearly comes off the bed.
"Graham! I can't… It's too much—"
"You can take it, baby. Let me make you feel good."
I work her with my tongue, alternating between her clit and dipping inside her pussy to taste her properly. She's so fucking wet, so responsive, gasping and moaning with every stroke.
"I'm going to put a finger inside you," I tell her. "Just one. Nice and slow. Okay?"
"Okay. Yes. Please."
I slide one finger inside her. She's so tight, gripping me like a vice. I pump slowly, letting her adjust, while my tongue continues working her clit.
"Does it hurt?" I ask.
"No. It feels, oh fuck, it feels so good."
I add a second finger.
"There! Right there! Don't stop please don't stop—"
I don't stop. I work her with my fingers and my tongue, building her higher and higher, feeling her thighs start to shake on either side of my head.
"Graham, I think… I'm going to—"
"Come for me, Delilah. Let go. I've got you."
She comes apart with a cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, licking her clean while she gasps and trembles.
When she finally stills, I kiss my way back up her body and gather her against my chest.
"Holy shit," she breathes. "That was incredible! I didn't know it could feel like that."
"That was just the beginning," I tell her, stroking her hair. "When you're ready, I'll show you how much better it gets."
She looks up at me with those huge brown eyes, thoroughly debauched and absolutely beautiful.
"I want more," she whispers. "I want everything. I want you."
And fuck me, I want to give her everything she's asking for.