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The frenzy of my first time causes a feral response to his mouth. I crave his heated tongue on my skin and like a woman starved, I lift up, offering myself to him like a wanton slut. My body twitches and trembles as he crawls between my legs and rests his head on one breast while his hand kneads and teases the other. And then the onslaught of his lips and tongue begin again. I struggle to silence the sounds that escape without thought or warning. Grunts and groans fill the silent house while my body trembles beneath his weight.
“I need you.” I fumble with the button of his shirt until my hands touch the heat of his skin. I pull and tug until it slips from his arms to the floor. The prickly hairs of his chest rub against my skin starting a tingle that swirls like a cyclone in my stomach.
He moves up and kisses me, but his hands never leave my soft mounds, squeezing, and caressing until the heat in my nipples moves down like a crack of lighting to my sex and explodes. “Oh Lord,” I cry out as a flood of warmth wraps around me. I’ve come from self -stimulation but never by the hands of another.
“Amazing.” He pulls away as I lay panting on the sofa trying to put the fragmented pieces back together. “Did you just come?”
I try to sink into the soft cushions of the couch. My hands fly to my face trying to cover my embarrassment. “I’m sorry. It was too much.”
He pulls my hands away. “You’re sorry? Why would you be sorry? That was the sexiest thing I’ve seen.” He smiles proudly while tracing the outline of my sensitive nipple. He watches it pucker into a hardened mass again. “If I can make you cum from sucking your nipples, you’re in for a real treat because I have an oral fixation that will rival any man.”
I watch as he traces his hand down my belly. His fingers pluck at the button and zipper until my pink panties show through an open triangle of denim.
“Are you ready?”
I bite my lip and hold my breath. “I’ve never—.”
He tugs on my pants until they slip from my hips. “But you will, over and over again. Tell me it’s okay.”
I lift my hips and kick off my jeans. “It’s okay,” I say softly.
He stands back and stares at my pulsing sex like he’s won the grand prize. Then he slides to his knees on the floor and spreads my legs. I flop my forearm over my eyes, embarrassed to watch him watch me.
“Uncover your eyes, Maddy. I want you to witness what I’m going to do to your magnificent body.” He spreads my legs, and I swear the silvery blue of his eyes darken to a stormy color. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
I remember what he wrote on page sixty-nine. It’s not how you fold the cream. It’s the cream in the folds. He pushes his tongue deep inside me, and my eyes fall back into my head. How many times have I wondered what this would feel like? How many books have I read that described the pure carnal pleasure of a man’s mouth on a woman’s sex? Nothing I imagined compares to the real thing.
My hands tunnel through his dark curls while his tongue explores my sex with the same attention it did my mouth. Stroke by stroke he unravels me until my thighs shake and my hips buck against his mouth. I’m reaching again. I want the fire to sear me. I want to explode in flames beneath this man.
“I’m so close.”
“Fuck, sweetheart. I love it.” He plunges his tongue inside me, and growls.
The vibration has me teetering over the edge, and when his lips slide up and pull my clit in for a long, deep suck, I fall hard. He never lets up. He doesn’t allow a soft cascading descent. He plucks and pulls at my sex until I crash and burn in a flaming mass beneath him.
By the time he releases me, I’m in tears. Not from pain, but from the knowledge that this man has given me a gift. And girls like me don’t get gifts like him.
Nine
Ripley
I savor the taste of her on my lips. It’s not enough. I could climb inside her warmth and live forever. She lies before me with tears glistening in her eyes, and I want to cry too. I’ve never been gripped so hard in my life. Not by my dick, but by my heart. She’s pure, and sexy, and she’s mine, and I’ve never wanted someone so bad.
I pull at the button of my jeans, then move on to the zipper. She watches as it descends tooth by tooth. I let my pants drop and notice a glimmer flicker in her eyes. She stares at my cock straining in my boxers. Her green eyes darken to jade. I push my hand inside and stroke it with long, soft pulls until it’s fully engorged.
“I’ve fantasized about this moment.”
Pulling my length free, I shove by boxers to the floor and climb between her legs. “Me too.”
She pushes up and runs her fingertips over my straining erection. She’s tentative at first, but her hand grips my girth, and she strokes me gently until a bead glistens from the tip. She dabs her finger across it and brings it to her mouth. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.
When my saltiness hits her tongue, she moans a soft sigh of pleasure, and I almost cum on her stomach. “You’re killing me. I need to be in you.”
It feels right. Everything about this feels right. “Birth control?” I don’t want anything between us, but I want her comfortable with her choices.
She shakes her head no, and I say a silent prayer to the sex gods. She doesn’t want me to use a condom. Hallelujah.
I don’t hold back. I push her against the sofa and climb between her soft, milky-white thighs. I’m ready to cum, but don’t want to embarrass myself, so I reach down and pinch the head of my dick—hard, hoping the pain will push back my release. I do it again and again until I feel like I have some control.
