CHAPTER TEN #2
“Yes, yes you have, and do, and always will,” I manage to get the words out before I’m climbing on top of her.
I part her legs, because I need to be as close to her as possible.
My lips crash against her with such force that I’m worried that I’m hurting her.
She soothes my worries by sliding her nails through my hair, pulling me closer.
I’m so much bigger than her; I think I might crush her.
She tastes like fucking heaven. I could stay here forever with her beneath me, whimpering into my mouth.
I reach down and slide my hand over her hip and down the outside of her thigh.
Instinctively, she lifts her leg over my hip.
I would go to war to see her legs in these socks in daylight when I can really admire her.
I shift my hips, and even through my jeans and her panties, my cock fits perfectly against her pussy.
I kiss down her neck, my mouth brushing along the scars that are all my fault. I breathe in against her skin, whispering to her, “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m going to make it up to you. I’m going to make them pay.”
Blair’s hands smooth down my back just as I lick across her collarbone. “I’d do it all again if it meant keeping you safe,” she says, and her voice is so strong. She sighs, stretching her neck to give me better access to her sweet, soft skin.
I should focus on what she said about protecting me, but she’s so soft and pliant under me.
It’s taking everything in me not to rip our clothes off and thrust inside of her.
I need to calm down, but it’s too hard with how encouraging she’s being.
She wants me as much as I want her right now.
But I can’t let her first time be rough, and I need to make sure I’m able to control myself.
“Let me taste you, little dove,” I beg her.
One of my hands moves to her hip, my fingers slipping under the strap of her pink panties.
She gasps, and I know she’s never been licked before; she’s never come on someone’s tongue.
The thought only makes me want to do it more.
I want her to know how much pleasure I can give her.
I want her to crave my touch. “Please, baby. Please, I need to taste your sweet pussy.” I sound like I’m love-sick because that’s exactly what I am.
“Beg,” is the only thing she says, and I can’t help but smile against the crook of her neck.
That’s my fucking good girl.
“Please let me have you,” I whisper against the shell of Blair’s ear. “I’ve been such a good boy waiting to taste you.”
“Have you?” she asks, arching up into my thick cock. God, I could come just from the feel of her arching up into me. I brace myself above her and look down into her pretty face. “Did you wait specifically for me?”
“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, little dove,” I tell her honestly, and when she reaches down to feel my cock through my jeans, I whimper. I fucking whimper.
My girl’s voice is raspy when she says, “Good boy.” That’s all it takes. I come hard and quick in my jeans, my cock throbbing against her delicate hand.
I groan, kissing her roughly, pinning her arms above her head and pressing my aching dick against her panties. I’ve masturbated over the years thinking about this girl beneath me, but I’ve never come this hard in my entire life. “I’ll be a good boy for you, baby.”
“Show me. Show me how good you can be for me,” she tells me, and I let my eyes sweep across her face just to be sure there’s no hint of cloudiness from what she’s been through tonight.
I see nothing but desire and a hint of softness that I haven’t seen since she’s been back at St. Augustine.
She misinterprets why I’m looking at her, because she says, “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. I can’t get pregnant.”
Rage slams through my entire body for reasons I don’t fully understand except for the innate urge I have to fill her with my cum, and breed her. “Since when?” I ask, letting go of her hands, but I’m still pressing her down into my mattress.
She bites her lip, moving her legs like she’s going to try to wriggle out from under me.
Not a fucking chance. “I was a good boy for you, now you be a good girl for me,” I tell her, cupping her face, my hand sliding down her side to the thin strap of her panties.
I want these off. I want all of it off of her so I can feel her, taste her, fucking devour her.
“They gave them to me at Onyx Dominion. They said it would be my Saint’s decision when I could stop taking them.” She looks away, but I don’t let her. “I kept taking them in case I was paired with—”
“With who?” I snap out more harshly than I intend.
She breathes in a shaky breath and says, “Anyone but you.”
Any restraint I had when I climbed on top of Blair is diminished with that admission.
I kiss down her chest, tugging on the straps of her bra.
I want her naked, but I’ve never taken a bra off of someone before, and I don’t think you’re supposed to rip it in half.
Instead, I continue down her stomach and pepper kisses across her hips until I reach the lace of her panties.
These look more manageable than the bra.
I press a kiss to her pussy through the fabric and smile against her when I feel her nails sliding through my hair when she sighs in anticipation.
I pull her panties to the side, and my cock jerks.
I’m already fucking hard again, and I haven’t even touched her.
I lean in and brush my mouth along her inner thigh as gently as I possibly can as I stretch out on my stomach and look up to see if I’m doing this right.
I run my fingers along her bare pussy, and use my arm to push her leg out.
I want her open, exposed, and at my mercy.
I can’t hold back, so I hook my arms under her hips and curl my left hand back around to keep her panties where I want them.
I flick my tongue out and taste my girl for the first time.
She’s so fucking sweet that I groan against her pussy, my voice vibrating against her clit.
Her hips try to jerk up, but I’m nowhere near finished with her.
She’s so fucking wet for me that her slit glistens as I spread her open.
I find her opening and instinctively push my tongue against it.
I want to be inside of her. I want to feel how tight she is, but another part of me selfishly wants my cock to be the first thing to push inside.
“Please,” Blair cries out, her lips are parted, and she’s lifting her hips up to grind against my tongue and mouth. Her full tits are still covered by pink fabric, and not ripping it off is my only regret at the moment. “Elijah,” she says my name, and that’s when I lose it.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I mumble, unwilling to pull my mouth away from her pussy. I would stay like this every day and every night if she’d allow it.
“You, please. I want you,” she pants out the words, and her hands shift, gripping my sheets as I do my best to take her to our version of heaven.
I roughly lick Blair’s clit, flicking my tongue out, back and forth, and only stopping when I feel her hips jerk with a jolt of pleasure.
I don’t want this to be over by any means, but I know I need to stop bringing her to the brink of an orgasm only to stop just before she pushes over the edge.
I love the feeling of her fingers gripping my hair.
It’s the perfect amount of pleasure with a bite of pain.
I could give in right now and push my jeans down, line myself up to her tight hole and fuck her with every ounce of pent-up emotion I’ve been bottling up.
That isn’t how I want our first time to be, and despite what she might say right now, I don’t think she does either.
My nose mashes against her pubic bone as I devour the slick arousal that coats her pussy.
She’s so fucking ready for me. I know my cock is going to hurt her the first time no matter how gentle I am.
But the fact that she gets this wet for me tells me that she’s going to thoroughly enjoy it once the bite of pain has subsided.
I suck her clit and don’t let up. She cries out my name, and I look up just in time to watch her pretty hazel eyes roll up into her skull.
I’m doing a good job for her, and that spurs me on to be better.
I want her to think about this for days, and crave the feel of my mouth on her pussy every time she sees me.
My girl tries to wrench up her hips, begging for more when I let my mouth hover over her clit.
She’s so fucking perfect for me in every single way.
“Mine,” she breathes out the word, gripping my hair tight as her body starts to shake.
“Yours,” I confirm, the word muffled against her pussy. At my statement, her whole body jerks, trying to wrench up off the bed. I let her ride out the pleasure, letting her use my lips and tongue in any way she wants.
“That’s my baby girl, come for me. Come all over my tongue. Let me taste you,” I say just as I flick my tongue back and forth over her clit. Her hips jerk wildly as a strong orgasm rips through her small frame.
“Oh, oh,” she calls out, and I love the confusion I hear in her tone. She’s never felt like this before, and it shows. She’s mine, she’s fucking mine. Her whole body trembles, and her wetness coats my tongue. I eagerly lap it up, unwilling to pull away and give up this feeling.
I wait for her to come down from the clouds I was just on when she made me come in my pants.
She smiles up at the ceiling sleepily and content, and fuck, I’d do anything for her to look at me like this every single day.
I kiss her thighs gently, one and then the other, careful not to touch her sensitive pussy.