Then she spread her legs. With nothing but a pair of thin pajama shorts keeping me from getting my first taste of her, I gave in. Within seconds I’d worked her shorts and her undies down her legs and threw them aside. My cock strained against my zipper, but her needs came first.
Intent on giving her the best orgasm of her life, I kissed my way down her belly, pausing as she giggled and squirmed underneath me.
“That tickles.”
“It’s the beard. I’ll shave it if you want.” I’d do anything for her, absolutely anything.
“Don’t you dare. I love it.”
“Then I love that you love it.” My journey continued, past her belly button and over the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. I could smell her arousal as I slid a finger over her mound. Fuck, she was wet. Her slick heat made my mouth water. With one hand on her belly to hold her in place, I put my palm under her ass and angled her hips the way I wanted them.
Then I licked her creamy slit, tasting her for the very first time.
CHAPTER8
BESS
“Oh Mylanta!”My chest heaved with the effort of sucking in a breath. I’d never been so worn out from lying still before. But I’d also never had a man’s tongue making contact with the most intimate part of my anatomy.
Triton had me spread so wide I should have been flushed with embarrassment. Instead, I was on the verge of begging him for more.
“You taste so good, Sugar Pie. Fucking delicious.” He bent his head and plunged his tongue inside of me.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I couldn’t reach his shoulders, so I grabbed a fist full of his hair instead. I’d read about sex before but had never experienced it firsthand. No one ever wanted to mess with the preacher’s daughter, but Triton didn’t seem concerned.
He put a finger inside me and shifted his mouth to my clit. Something deep in my core was building. I moved my hips, grinding against his chin. The feeling grew until every muscle in my body tensed.
“That’s it, Bess. Let go.” His words were muffled by my thighs.
A low moan rolled through me. I didn’t know what was waiting for me, but I sensed I was almost there. Triton sucked at my clit and stars exploded behind my eyelids. Noises poured out of me… grunts and groans and a long, drawn-out squeak. My bones melted and my body soared.
“Hang on, Sugar Pie. Let’s see if we can extend the trip.”
“I can’t.” Everything was too sensitive. Just the feeling of his breath on my skin had me fisting the sheets in my hands. “It’s too much.”
“Wait for it.” He reached up and ran his thumb over my nipple. It immediately hardened.
The same tightness I’d felt before coiled in my core. When he circled my clit with his tongue, the tightness gave way. Pleasure coursed through me, the same as before but deeper and more intense. I was caught up in a wave and didn’t want to let go.
“What did you do to me?” With warm pleasure still coursing through my veins, I tried to tug him up so I could kiss him.
“You liked that?” The smug smile plastered across his lips proved he already knew the answer to that question.
Deciding to mess with him, I shrugged. “It was okay.”
He rolled onto his back and laughed. “Just okay, huh?”
“Fine. It was fantastic. It’s not like I have anything to compare it to.”
He propped himself up on an elbow. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing.” Looked like the best way to kill a romantic moment was to hint at being a virgin. Noted.
His eyes narrowed. “Has no one done that to you before?”
I didn’t want to lie, but I was afraid if I told him I’d never been with anyone before him that he’d run away as fast as he could. “Maybe.”
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
