Finally, she blinked, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before meeting mine again. “I can’t,” she admitted. “I don’t want you to stop.”
A slow smile spread across my face, and I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into me, and I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.
After a swipe of my tongue against hers, I broke the kiss and looked down at her. “You’re a good girl,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “Lie back on the bed for me.”
She complied, her body moving with a grace that took my breath away. Any other woman would’ve stripped immediately. Wouldn’t have put up a fight to get under me. But Lana wasn’t them. She lacked experience, had no idea how good sex felt, and before she made the stupid mistake of letting a stranger get too close, I wanted to be the one to show her what it was like. I wanted her to remember me when she thought about her first time.
I followed her down, my body covering hers as I settled between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her arousal, and I let out a low groan, my cock throbbing with need.
I captured her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head as I looked down at her. “I want to taste your pussy.” It wasn’t a question. I was telling her that I would.
She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation and trust. “Okay.”
Leaning in again, I took her mouth and kissed her hard, sliding my tongue between her lips. She moaned into the kiss and arched her back before pressing her hip against mine. She was needy. I liked that she wasn’t shying away but letting herselfgo. I released her wrists and moved my hand down to explore her body, tracing the side of her breast and the curve of her hip. She arched more into me, her body begging for more when I buried my face into her neck. I trailed kisses along the side and down her collarbone, and without lifting her shirt, I sucked in one nipple through the fabric.
“Oh!”
I grinned at her reaction and sucked harder before doing the same to her other nipple. I pressed my tongue against the hard nub first, then sucked it between my teeth until she cried out again. Pulling back, I looked at her face again, seeing the pure desire written all over it. Her eyes found mine as she ran a hand over my chest.
“This is wrong,” she breathed. “You did this with my mother.”
My body tensed and reacted in the worst possible way. I hated that she mentioned her mother. My jaw clenched, and I reached up with one hand to cup her throat. “Don’t ever say shit like that again, you got me? She’s out of the picture, and I don’t think about her anymore. Haven’t in a long fucking time.”
She held her breath as I tightened my grip, and her eyes widened when she noticed how serious I was.
“You take up all the fucking space in my head. You understand? Only you. So don’t mention any other woman when we’re like this.”
Her body tensed under me. She didn’t believe what I was saying, but I could tell that she wanted to.
I moved closer and pressed a slow kiss to her lips. “You don’t believe me.”
“How could I?” was her response, her eyes searching my face. “With all those women from your past. And the ones in the present…”
“They don’t fucking matter. You hear me? They don’t matter.” I pressed my cock against her heat while keeping my hand around her throat, and my eyes fixed on hers. “Do I need to remind you who makes me this hard?”
She swallowed and shook her head slightly. “No.”
“Good.” I loosened my grip and moved down, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties. “You’re confident. More than most of the girls I work with,” I said, slowly pulling them down. She lifted her hips, helping me as I slid the fabric off her feet and tossed it aside. I spread her thighs and kept my eyes locked on her pussy as I let out a groan of appreciation. “So beautiful,” I murmured, admiring the curly, reddish hair framing it. “So fucking perfect.”
“I would’ve shaved had I known—”
“No.” I looked up and ran my hands along her thighs. “Don’t ever fucking shave. Not for me, or anyone. This is perfect.”
She looked surprised, and I understood why.
“But the women on set—”
I interrupted her again because I knew exactly what she wanted to say. All the women on set were always clean-shaven. Their whole bodies were hairless, but that’s what people wanted to see in the end products. They wanted women who weren’t real. Nothing about any of the girls I fucked on camera was that way in real life, and I hated that Lana thought it was what I wanted.
“I want you the way you are,” was all I said, and it was enough. She understood, and her body relaxed.
“Okay.”
Without missing another beat, I moved between her legs and placed kisses on her inner thigh until I reached her wetness. Shooting her one more glance, I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweetness and feeling her shiver beneath me. I foundher clit and circled it, then sucked it gently as she cried out. Her hands moved to my hair, holding my head right there. She bucked against my face, her body moving in perfect rhythm with every flick of my tongue. I could feel her tensing, her orgasm building, and I increased the pressure and the speed, until she was crying out my name, her body trembling with pleasure.
She tasted incredible, and I knew then that I’d be addicted to her.
As she came down from her high, I crawled up her body and settled between her thighs once more. I captured her lips in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned, her hips lifting to grind against my cock, and I knew she was ready for more. But even if I wanted to give her whatever she needed from me, I couldn’t let it happen like this.
