His hands slide down my sides, over my hips, and he pauses. “Still want this?”
“Yes. Please,” I say breathlessly.
He chuckles and trails kisses down my throat and to my exposed collarbone, where he sucks my skin. Every motion is controlled and restrained, but I feel his muscles tremble as I cling to him.
My fingers grip his shoulders, needing the solidity of him. He murmurs praise against my skin. Russian words I don’tunderstand but feel like warmth spreading inside me. “You’re safe,” he whispers into my hair.
His hands move over me, worshipful, guiding, giving me time to breathe. He watches my face constantly, searching for hesitation.
I get impatient.
I want the growly dirty-talking Danyl from downstairs, so I rip my shirt over my head.
He leans back. His hungry gaze roving over my naked skin, over my ripe body and rolls. Suddenly, I feel self-conscious and cross my arms over my chest even though I’m wearing a bra.
“No,” Danyl growls, gripping my hands. “Don’t cover yourself when you’re with me. I want all of you bared to me. He pulls down my leggings and stands to look at me, laying there in plain cotton panties and bra.
If I knew today would be the day I’d lose my virginity, I’d chosen sexier underwear. That’s a lie, I don’t have any sexy underwear. There’s never been money for that. At least I’m wearing matching black panties and bra.
Danyl doesn’t seem to mind that I’m dressed in cotton and not silk. He traces a finger along the top elastic of my panties. “This is mine,” he whispers. “All mine.”
“I want to see you,” I say. “I want to see all of you.”
A cocky grin adorns his lips as he stands. He makes a show out of pulling his t-shirt over his head. I roll my eyes at him, making him smile.
And then he steps out of his sweats.
He’s not wearing any underwear.
His cock stands thick and proud. So thick.
All the moisture leaves my mouth.
He fists himself, pumping once, and a bead of liquid appears on the tip. “Tell me again,” he demands.
I don’t have to ask what words he wants. “I want your cock to be the first to fill my pussy.” My voice rasps. I roll over and crawl to the edge of the bed. “I want to taste you,” I say, my boldness surprising me.
Still holding his cock, Danyl steps closer. He buries a hand in my hair and guides my lips to meet its tip. I lick the glistening drops gathered there and then open my mouth to take more.
His hand pulls back on my hair, stopping the movement. “No,” he says. “The first time will be in your wet cunt. I’ll teach you how to use your mouth later.”
I nod, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. "Whatever you want," I say, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
Danyl's eyes darken. "You’re a very good girl," he says, brushing his thumb against my cheek.
I nod, my breath hitching as he leans down. His hot lips capture mine, burning my skin as he guides me to lie down on my back. His hands slip behind my back, unclasping my bra, freeing my breasts. I moan into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, teeth nipping at my collarbone. "I’m going to taste you," he growls, his hands sliding under my panties, fingers finding my wetness. "That’s agood girl,” he rumbles. “Wet and ready for me.” He pulls off my underwear, dropping them on the floor.
I gasp as he pushes a finger inside me, his thumb circling my clit. "Danyl, please," I beg, hips bucking against his hand. His finger is so much wider than my own.
He chuckles, adding another finger, stretching me, preparing me. "Patience,milaya. We've got all night."
I want to ask what the word means, but I can’t find the words. I’m panting so hard I can barely pull enough oxygen into my lungs. When he withdraws his fingers, I whimper in protest, but that turns into a hoarse moan as he switches position and his hot mouth descends on my pussy.
His tongue licks, sucks, and when his teeth nip my clit my back arch so high he has to push me down so I don’t leave the bed. Chuckling, he continues his assault without mercy.
My hands grip his hair, and I’m riding his face as hot pleasure builds inside me to an impossible high pressure. “Danyl,” I wail. “I need to come.” My body tenses on the edge of the orgasm.
