Chapter twelve #2
He climbs back up my body, then lowers himself down beside me. Propped up once again on his elbow, he takes my mouth, and I can taste myself on his lips. It is an alien concept that he would enjoy that, but the look on his face confirms that he did enjoy my flavor.
Strong fingers move to where his mouth was; one plays with my lips before sliding inside slowly.
My pussy wraps around him, grasping the new sensation of someone else’s body within mine.
The vibrations that started slow, quicken, and I can’t deny he knows what he’s doing.
I am the instrument, and he’s playing the perfect tune, each note a fraction higher than the last.
“You okay?” he asks, his hand moving slowly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Do you want to see what I’m doing? Or do you want to feel your first time a man takes you?” I pause, unsure how to answer. Before today, I wasn’t even under the impression I was to enjoy it, and now Greyson is asking how I want to experience sex for the first time.
“What do you think?”
“I think it’s your choice, Miss. You may not realize it, but you are the one very much in control.”
He stops talking, letting the silence of my indecision stretch out between us.
All I hear is the soft music playing, and his deep breaths.
He lies beside me, waiting for my instruction on what I want.
My mind screams relentlessly. This. This is what you want.
Respect, hope, and enjoyment in my life. At the moment I have none of this.
“I want to feel it,” I say after a while.
“Good girl, I want you to feel it too. And you trust me to take you when I think you’re ready? When I believe that stunning pussy of yours is ready to be ridden for the first time?” He replaces my discarded blindfold, and his fingers return to my pussy.
“Yes,” I confirm.
“You’re so tight, pretty girl. I need to stretch you out a bit more before I take you. I’m going to add a finger. Keep those legs wide.”
The strain is deliciously biting as he adds a second finger, my body opening for him as if under his control. He pumps gently, and my pussy walls clamp tighter. There is the sound of wet arousal sucking him inside with each stroke.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispers in my ear. “Have you ever played with your clit?”
“A little,” I tell him. “I found it…”
“Found it what?” he prompts, with a kiss on my cheek. “Tell me.”
“Intense, and I stopped.”
“Let’s try again.”
The sensation of something touching my clit, I assume his thumb, sends a jolt through my body.
My nipples harden to breaking point as he simultaneously finger fucks me and rubs at my tender spot.
Everything intensifies with the building sensation of an orgasm coming closer—well, I assume that’s what it is.
I’ve never had an orgasm before. In the past, when I explored my body, the feeling became too much and then I would stop.
I would get myself to a place of discomfort and pleasure then go no further.
Greyson has taken me there tonight, and I know he won’t stop until he pushes me over the edge.
As his movements quicken, I groan, and he responds with a kiss. It is deep and strong, and I feel blissfully pinned in position between his mouth and hand. The tension builds in my body as he works, what can only be described as electricity scattering over my skin.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he says against my lips.
“Come for me, then I’ll fuck you.” His thumb circles my clit and he pushes his fingers inside, hitting whatever fucking spot he needs to hit.
“Be a good girl and soak my fingers with that delicious juice of yours.”
My body convulses in a way I’ve never felt before—all I can focus on is the pressure of pleasure and pain combining.
The sound of my arousal gets louder with flesh on flesh as I release.
The satisfaction from the sensation something unworldly, something I didn’t think was possible.
“Good fucking girl. It’s fucking amazing when you actually do as you’re told.”
He pulls his fingers from my pussy then flips on top of me and removes my blindfold.
I blink up at him as he comes into view.
He is smiling as if proud of his accomplishment, then he turns to look at the long wall mirror beside us, and my eyes follow his.
Greyson lifts my legs onto his shoulders, giving me a view of his dick lined up at my entrance.
The tip pushes forward slightly, parting my lips.
“You’re going to watch this pussy of yours taking a cock for the first time,” he says, stern.
I glance at him then back at the mirror.
His hips press forward slowly and my body, still vibrating from my orgasm, fills with him.
I yelp with the small sting. “Just a little more. Good girl, I am so fucking proud of you. You’re so damn perfect.”
I close my eyes for a moment and throw my head back on the pillow, giving myself time to feel his claim on me, absorbing the sensation of being full of a man I actually want.
“Open those pretty blue eyes and look at me,” Greyson demands, and I shake my head.
His hips thrust hard, one long deep stroke.
I gasp with the unexpected movement as he groans.
“Open those eyes, look in the mirror and watch me have what’s now mine. I’m your first, and you will always be mine, no matter who you marry. This is something no one can take from either of us.”
Reluctantly, I do as he asks and turn my head to the mirror.
His hips work slow at first, my legs bent back toward my head.
His speed increases, and the tension in my pussy I felt earlier returns, but harder this time as it contracts around his thick dick.
He pushes forward more, and my ass lifts from the bed.
“Fuck,” he barks out as he slams inside, again and again. My body buzzes more and more with each stroke. The pain in the beginning has melted away to pure pleasure. “I need to pull out, but I don’t fucking want to.”
He sits back on his heels and his angry red cock appears covered in my juice. I orgasm again, my body convulsing in sensation. His thick fingers wrap around his length, and he jerks himself roughly. Cum shoots over my stomach. Both of us hit our peak together, covered each other’s in our arousal.
As we both attempt to catch any breath available, I trail my fingers across my stomach then lift a single one to my lips and suck. Greyson watches me, stunned as I lick him from my fingers.
“You taste not so bad yourself,” I tell him with a smile.
He chuckles but shakes his head, then the hotel room door opens, and Damon Mckinney walks in.