Her eyes meet mine, wide and bright. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
I hold her close and work my tongue exactly where she needs it. She rides my mouth, losing whatever shyness she had left. Before long, her legs tense and her breath stutters.
“Oh, God?—!”
She comes—hard, trembling—while I hold her steady, her sweet juices spilling over my tongue.
When her body collapses, I catch her easily and lift her into my arms. She’s boneless from release, falling into me without hesitation.
I look around the room. I want to take her upstairs to the bed, but there’s no heating up there, and I don't want my baby getting cold.
Instead, I lay a thick blanket on the rug in front of the fire and lower her onto it.
She stretches out on her back, a smile playing on her lips, and her hands loose at her sides.
Five years since I touched her. Five years wanting this moment. And now she’s on her back in front of me, flushed, willing, legs open in a way that makes my cock throb.
She watches as I tear off my shirt and shove my jeans down. When my cock springs free, thick and heavy, her eyes widen — not fear exactly, but worry about how it’s going to fit inside her small, untouched body.
“Nothing happens until you’re ready,” I tell her.
Her hand lifts — careful, hesitant — and closes around the base of my cock. My muscles tremble, and it’s all I can do to hold back the beast. A sound breaks from my throat, and her fingers tighten as she strokes once, then again, learning the feel and weight of me.
“You ready, baby?” I growl.
She nods, eyes locked on her hand moving over me. “I want you. All of you.”
That’s all I need.
I settle between her thighs. She spreads for me, shy but determined, knees drawn up to give me better access. When I slide the head of my cock against her slit, she’s already slick — her body begging me in a way she doesn’t know how to say out loud yet.
I press the aching tip of my cock to her entrance. The first push meets resistance. Her breath hitches and she grabs my biceps with both hands.
“You’re okay,” I murmur, kissing her jaw, her throat, the soft skin just under her ear. “Open for me.”
She exhales, spreading herself wider, and whispers, “Don’t stop.”
I press forward again, and this time her body yields. I break through her virginity with one long, deep thrust. Her cry punches straight through my chest. I freeze, holding still, giving her a moment.
“Lila,” I breathe. “Talk to me.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling me down. “I want more. More.”
I do as she asks—slowly at first, shallow strokes to let her adjust around the size of me. Her tightness is unreal, gripping me in a way that almost undoes me. I kiss her as I move, swallowing her small gasps, letting her know she’s safe.
When her hips lift to meet mine, I know she’s ready for more.
I push deeper.
All the way.
Until she gasps and her nails drag down my back.
Her pussy clamps around me in small fluttering squeezes, and the sight of her — lips parted, breasts rising against my chest, eyes half-closed — nearly makes me shoot my load.
“Holt…” Her voice is thin. “Don’t stop.”
