“I don’t know when I’ll get enough of these kisses,” he sighed. “I’ve been stupid jealous of anybody who got to kiss you.”
He nibbled my neck before stopping at my breasts, cuppingone in his hand while he engulfed my other nipple. His cock teased my entrance, so I rolled my hips to let him feel how wet I was. A shiver went up his spine.
“Jesus, Kitty,” he groaned. “This is supposed to be for you, but you’re driving me crazy.”
“Maybe that’s what I want to do. Exert my control over you.”
“Oh, you think you’re the boss, do you?” he said. “I could go back to not letting you come if you make me go too fast.”
“You keep threatening that, but I don’t know if I believe you,” I taunted. “I think you should stop making threats and make love to me already.”
“Patience,ma puce. I’ve got a good handful of orgasms to give you. The lovemaking’s just beginning.”
I gasped as he rubbed two fingers over my clit, then dipped down to my pussy and thrust two inside.
“Guy,” I rasped.
“There’s my girl,” he cooed, flipping the covers back and lowering his face between my legs. “Gotta get you good and stretched out so you can take me.”
With that, his tongue fell into my slit again, teasing, tasting, almost constantly edging me. He added a third finger to my pussy and I cried out.
“That’s it, Birdy. You can take it. Let go for me, love,” he said sweetly. “I want the taste of you on my lips when I push my cock inside you. Let me hear you come for me.”
And with those dirty words and his tongue working its magic on me, I fell over the edge. My stomach hollowed out. I couldn’t find my breath. All I could feel was the searing intensity of my orgasm: Guy’s breath on my skin, his slick tongue working over my most intimate spaces, his hand gripping my ass and pulling me close. He sucked on me as my throbbing slowed, genuinely drinking me up. I’d been eaten out plenty of times, but no one had been nearly as talented or enthusiastic as Guy. He smiled up at me from between my legs.
“Good?”
“You fucking know it was,” I said, nudging his shoulder with my foot.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it.” He grinned as he muscled his way to the top of the bed. I pulled him close, kissing him deep. I pushed him to his back, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips.
“You ready for me?” I drawled in his ear. Guy rested his hands on my ass and sighed as I bit his earlobe, kissing my way down his neck. But the longer I stayed on top with my face looking down at him, the more my stitches hurt. Guy reached up and pulled me in for a hungry kiss, but I squirmed to break away.
“Sorry, Frenchie. My stitches are sore. You’ll have to be on top.”
“Oh, jeez. Yeah, we don’t want you hurting. Pleasure only,ma puce,” he said, helping me roll to my back and coming with me. I reached down and dragged his cock through my slit.
“So fucking wet,” he groaned.
“You did that.”
“I fucking love it. You ready to do this?” I nodded, handing him the condom from the nightstand. He tore into it with his teeth, sheathing his length and kneeling over me, his intimidatingly large dick standing out. I let myself take him in: thighs where I could see every individual muscle, hands with long, thick fingers, corded arms leading to muscular shoulders, a chest with flat brown nipples and raised pecs, and most importantly, his gorgeous coffee-brown eyes, loose waves of dark hair falling over his forehead. His eyes dragged over my body, his expression turning serious. “You’re so beautiful, Birdy. I’m so fucking lucky.”
I was honored that he’d been admiring me, too.
“I think I’m the lucky one,” I grinned. “Come here. Show me how I’m yours.”
A sweet softness came into his eyes. I’d never really been in love before, but I imagined that’s how someone in love with you would look at you. Guy held himself above me, taking his timekissing me. It was during that kiss that he notched himself at my entrance.
I flinched, preparing for impact. “Birdy, look at me. I won’t hurt you,” he said, holding my eyes as he pushed the first couple of inches inside me. Just starting, he was so thick. But still, it felt so perfect, so right. “Breathe, baby.”
I did as he asked, overwhelmed by the stretch and fullness of him.
“You’re doing so well,” Guy told me, sliding in a little more. He laced his hand with mine and pinned one arm to the mattress, looking down at me adoringly. “You were made for me, Kitty. And I was made for you, too.”
“I know,” I whispered, heat pricking behind my eyes. The mood was lust-filled but still sacred and sweet. No sex I’d ever had before could compare. Maybe Guy meant what he said about loving me. Maybe this was what it felt like to be loved by a man.
“Can you take a little more? We’re almost there, sweetheart.”
