Page 21 of One Filthy Kiss

It isn’t whatIwant. In any other circumstances, I’d havepersisted until she begged menotto stop. But Meggie is different. She is unlike anyone else I have ever met.

“No pressure, Meggie. Tell me what you want.”

She’s silent, her eyes searching mine, her inner conflict evident in the way she chews her bottom lip.

I stroke her cheek. “Tell me to stop, bella.” I sit forward and brush her hair away from her face. “This is your night. Tonight, I am yours.”

A faint smile appears on her lips. She uncrosses her arms and pulls me closer, kissing me long and hard, her breasts searing my skin through my thin sweater. I sense the passion lurking beneath the surface of this shell she has constructed around her; it’s waiting to be unleashed like a wolf escaping its cage.

When she climbs off me and stands up, I don’t stop her.

She sucks in a deep breath and then shrugs her dress over her hips and steps out of it. “I’ve never done this before.”

My eyes linger on her white lace panties before returning to meet her burning gaze. “There is only me, you, and the stars, Meggie. Remember, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. Ever.”

Slowly, she hooks her thumbs inside the panties and draws them down over her hips until they form a frothy white puddle at her feet. She kicks them aside and watches me.

She is beautiful. She is everything that our first kiss promised and a whole fucking lot more. She doesn’t know it yet, and perhaps this is what makes her so desirable: she isn’t using her sensuality to get what she wants because she doesn’t even understand it.

I stand up and remove my sweater and pants. I wait for her to nod before I go ahead and remove my boxers, releasing my engorged cock.

Then I offer her my hand, and she accepts it.

I crush her body against mine, trapping my cock between us. I kiss her lips, her eyelids, her ears, the dip between her collarbones. I kiss her nipples gently to begin with, then suck on them until I feel them swelling between my lips.

On my knees, I trace a wet line with my tongue down her smooth pale abdomen to her sex. I part her legs gently and kiss her pussy, peering up at her, watching her watching me.

She gasps when I insert the tip of my tongue between her legs.

“Do you want me, Meggie?” I need to hear it

“Yes.” The sound is barely there.

I pull away and sit back on my haunches. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.” Deep breath. “I want you, Gio. I don’t want you to stop.”

It is all the encouragement I need.

Gripping her thighs, I lick her pussy, dipping in and out and spreading her juices around her. I find her clit and drag my tongue across it, slowly, listening to her shallow breaths. A second time, and I feel her legs trembling beneath my touch. I lick her a third time, and her orgasm explodes on my tongue.

Her fingers wind through my hair and she holds on tightly, her body shuddering as her orgasm rips through her.

“You taste so sweet, Meggie.” It’s the biggest understatementof all time; I’ve never tasted anything so fucking sweet. “Do you know how good you taste?”

“No.” She’s panting. Her legs are quivering.

Removing her hands from my hair, I stand up and grip her wrists behind her back. I kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth and sharing her juices with her. She responds by sucking my tongue, savoring her own taste like a delicious fruit being tried for the first time.

“Don’t move.” I hold her wrists with one hand and sink back onto my knees.

I insert a finger of my free hand inside her, her groan of pleasure sending a thrill directly to my cock.

“You’re wet, Meggie.”

I slide my finger back out and lick it dry while she watches me, mesmerized. This time, I insert two fingers. Probing. Exploring. Stretching.

She’s so fucking tight.