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I shake my head, the heat rising to my cheeks now due to embarrassment rather than pleasure. “I’m…”
Just say it, Poppy. Rip off the Band-Aid.
“Yes?” Nathaniel prompts, the frown on his face deepening.
“This is kinda… going to be my first time.”
At first, he just stares at me as if he’s not sure he’s heard me right. Then, he laughs. “Oh, I see. Sure, we can roleplay.”
Oh no, things just got ten times more awkward. He thinks I want to play a sex game.
“No, Nathaniel. This isn’t a game—I really am a virgin.”
He backs away from me a little but doesn’t break my gaze. “Wow, you are serious?”
I nod and swallow the lump that’s risen in my throat. “But I want to do this. It’s definitely time I… matured… in that way.”
His jaw flexes as he lets out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know, Poppy. This might cause a lot of—”
I cut him off and reach over to cup his face in my hands. “Please. I want you to be the one who does it—someone mature, intelligent, and artistic. Please?”
After what feels like an eternity, but could’ve only been a minute at most, Nathaniel finally speaks again. “Leave your shoes on,” he says, with a devilish grin. “I’ve been picturing myself fucking you while you wore nothing but those all day.”
I freeze. “Y-you have?” I manage.
“Just one of many fantasies, Poppy.”
I try to think of something to say, but totally lose my train of thought when he pushes me back onto the lounge and bends his head down to resume touching me. He slides my panties down to where my skirt is pooled around my feet, and I quickly kick both garments aside. He claims one tender, aching nipple with his mouth. He gives it one long, hard suck, and I cry out again, thrashing my head, almost unable to take how intense the sensation is; the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
And then he does it again, and again, and then his teeth gently clamp down onto my nipple, and when he starts nibbling me, all I can do is plead for more.
His hands are on my hips, holding me where he wants me as he tortures my breasts with his mouth. All too soon, my breasts are swollen and tender, aching and heavy from the things he’s done to them, and he’s still not done. He’s savoring one nipple, and my head is back, taking in every bit of the pleasure he’s giving me, when I feel him cup my pussy in one big, warm hand. I buck against his hand, and he hums in appreciation.
“So fucking wet for me, Poppy,” he murmurs. “Soaking wet, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I manage, just as his fingers find my clit. He presses a finger to it, and I gasp. He rubs circles over and around it, and I swear I’m going to lose my mind. I’m so close to coming, the need to come so intense that I’m practically on the verge of tears.
I’m thrusting my hips toward his hand, and he lowers his mouth to my breast again. One thick, long finger slides into me, and I scream as my first orgasm hits. It seems to go on forever, and Nathaniel is clearly not done. He starts pumping his finger into me, hard and fast, and I’m almost ashamed to find myself riding his hand, chasing another orgasm.
Just as I’m about to come, Nathaniel stops. He straightens, then gently pushes me back on the chaise lounge. We’re at the end where there’s an arm, which slopes down to the seat with a plush gray velvet cushion. He settles me the way he wants me, my pussy up in the air, exposed to the cool air of the gallery, my thighs spread open, one thrown over the back of the chaise, the other foot resting on the floor. He steps back, looking at me. I’m blushing. I've never, ever had a man look at me like this. It feels dirty, naughty to be doing this in this place, with him looking at me like he’s about to fuck me so hard I’ll forget my own name.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what, Poppy? Please fuck you?”
I nod, and he smiles.
“Soon. There’s something else I need to do first.”
I’m about to ask what that is, when he lowers himself to his knees between my thighs.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, and then I feel his tongue tracing my slit. I moan and then scream as he slowly, firmly licks my clit. He does it again and again, and I feel that orgasm building again. My hands find my breasts, and I can’t help pulling and tweaking my nipples as he devours me. So close. So close… and when he slides two fingers into me as he uses his tongue on me, I fall apart, screaming his name, my orgasm so strong I swear I can’t see for a moment. My orgasm ends, but he’s still there, doing evil, delicious things with his tongue, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I can’t take it anymore. I try to push at his head.
