Hers.
She managed to open his falls, and his cock surged forward, beautiful and thick and long, so much larger than she had imagined when she had only felt his manhood pressing against her. Instinct seized the reins as she took him in her hand, gently at first, not certain how she should touch him.
“Harder,” he told her, releasing one of her breasts and wrapping his fingers around hers. He tightened her grip, then guided her hand to move up and down his shaft. “Yes, darling. Like that.”
He was smooth and softer than velvet, yet firm. Such a strange contrast, a bead of wetness seeping from the tip and slicking over her hand as she stroked together with Trevor. His head was bent, his lips parted, an expression of raw desire on his handsome countenance. The sight filled her with boldness and need. She thought of how he had used his mouth upon her in the library and wondered if she might do the same for him.
“I want to taste you,” she said breathlessly. “Just as you did to me.”
At her admission, his hips jerked, his cock going harder still. He lowered his forehead to hers. “Sweet Christ, Virtue. Are you trying to unman me?”
She kissed him, for she wasn’t certain of the answer. All she knew was that she liked having him at her mercy. His pleasure stoked the fires of her own desire ever higher. Feeling unaccountably bold, she nipped his lip as she had done before. He deepened the kiss, until it became crushing, their teeth colliding in their eagerness. The slow, mutual seduction was no more as they disintegrated into a frenzy of need.
Their hands were everywhere, seeking, searching, scrabbling at fabric and seams. He tore her chemise over her head, and together, they removed his trousers.
“In the bed, darling,” he told her breathlessly. “Now.”
They moved as one onto the mattress, naked and desperate for each other, Virtue on her back, Trevor cradled between her thighs. His cock was heavy and hard against her belly, but he didn’t push inside her yet as she had supposed he might. Instead, he caressed her curves, leveraging himself on his forearm as he lowered his head and took the tip of her breast in his mouth. He sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing out beneath their angular cheekbones, and then withdrew, using his tongue for slow, deliberate flicks over the sensitive bud.
Her back bowed from the bed. She was so eager for him, desperate, it seemed, an ache dwelling inside her that only he could answer.
“I love the way your skin flushes when you want me.” He kissed the curve of her breast, and then moved to the other, licking that tight peak as well. “I love your curves and softness, your body responding to mine. Your hungry nipples.” Another kiss, and the hand traveling over her waist moved, caressing her hip, then her inner thigh, urging her legs apart. His fingers dipped into her folds, painting her own wetness over her. “Your cunny is dripping. God, I love that, too.”
He played with the bud that was already pulsing, a light swirl of pressure that left her panting.
“Hurry,” she said, wanting more.
“Patience, darling.”
He kissed down her belly, settled his broad shoulders between her thighs, and replaced his fingers with his mouth. His tongue teased her pearl, and then he caught her between his teeth for a gentle bite that sent a rush of sensation shooting all the way to her toes.
She’d intended to pleasure him in this way, but now he was the one devouring her, and she was writhing on the bed, her body no longer hers to control but his. He sucked and licked, and then sank his tongue deep inside her, plunging hot and wet. It was agony and ecstasy, and it was too much and not enough all at once. One of his hands found her rump, fingers digging into her buttocks with delicious pressure, and he held her still as he fully made love to her with his mouth and tongue.
When he returned to her bud and gave her a lusty suck, his other fingers found her entrance, and she knew the pressure of a lone digit pushing inside her. Just a slow dip at first, nothing more than his fingertip swirling in her wetness. Then he probed deeper, to the knuckle, and he bit her again. A stinging nip that made her jerk, bringing him all the way inside.
“Yes,” he crooned against her folds as she whimpered and twisted beneath him. “Come for me.”
In that moment, she would have done anything to please him, but even had she been otherwise inclined, she couldn’t have stopped it. She felt that familiar tightness coiling inside her, and then his finger was moving, penetrating her then withdrawing, and his tongue was flicking over her bud with merciless precision as he renewed his attentions.
And good sweet heavens above, her heart was pounding, her breath seizing in her chest. She was going to die of delirious pleasure, and there could be no better way to meet her end, she was sure of it. Fingers clutching and twisting at the bedclothes, she arched her back and cried out her release as it pounded through her. She contracted on his finger, her hips twitching as he continued to paint his tongue over her in long, firm swipes until he caught her bud in his teeth and bit again. Pleasure shot from her center outward, and another small series of spasms shook through her as she spent again.
And then he rose, his body hot and unyielding over hers as he pressed her into the mattress, the blunt head of his cock slicking over her opening. He buried his face in her throat, kissing her there.
“This beauty mark,” he murmured against her skin, “drives me mad.”
She hadn’t even known she possessed a mark there, where his lips grazed over her followed by his tongue. He kissed lower, to her shoulder, and he gently bit as his cock pressed deeper, sinking inside her as his finger had.
But this intrusion was different. Larger, so much larger. She gripped his shoulders with wonder at the newness of the sensation, her fingernails digging into his flesh as he eased into her body.
“Oh,” she said, a soft exclamation of wonder, of joy.
This, she thought, was what she had been missing.
“How does it feel, darling?” he murmured into her ear, pausing, his shoulders tensing beneath her touch. “I don’t want to cause you any pain.”
“More,” she demanded. “I want to feel you, all of you.”
He thrust, his hardness going deeper, and she was stretched and full, and there was a stinging pinch as her body adjusted. Inside her, he felt suddenly massive, as if he might split her in two if he moved. And yet, her body needed him to move. Needed…
