“True,” she admits, making me lose all restraint. I reach out and grab both of her knees, now resting close to mine, and lightly run my hands up her inner thighs.
“True or false?” she asks, as her breathing hitches. “You’re afraid of what you’re getting into, because you might not survive?”
“True.” Her eyes fill with desire as I reach the fabric of her shorts.
“True or false, Angel?” I ask. Instinctively, she spreads her legs a little wider. “You’ve never had a man touch you, the way I’ve touched you,” I brush my fingertips across the very top of her thighs before running both thumbs across her clit. She bucks her hips wanting more. “The way I am going to touch you,” I whisper, as I lower her zipper. “The way you want me to touch you?”
I have to ask the last question, because fuck, I need her permission. I want all that she is willing to offer, but only if she wants me to take it. All she has to do is say the word and she won’t ever know what hit her until she is screaming for me to stop and begging for me to continue.
“True,” She whispers quietly. So quietly I almost don’t hear her, but her lips tilt in a beautiful smile as I finish lowering her zipper and she raises her hips, anxiously awaiting my next move.
I shake my head. She stares at me confused.
“Stand up,” I command. She hesitates at first before complying. When she does, I can smell her through the fabric of her shorts and it makes my cock throb. Pulling her forward, I breathe her in deeply before rising and brushing her hair back over her shoulders. “Not here. I can’t get enough of you out in the open.”
Lifting her in my arms, cradling her, I walk towards the open door leading into the master bedroom.
“True or false?” she asks as I step over the threshold. “You won’t be disappointed? Because of my… inexperience.”
Setting her down on the bed, I tear her shorts from her body and groan when I find her bare underneath. Her center glistens. She’s so fucking wet and willing. Her thighs part, desperate for my touch. Kneeling before her, she’s the most tempting thing I’ve ever seen as I look up, meet her eager stare right before my mouth makes contact with her pussy, and whisper, “True.”
Chapter Nine
Rochelle
My body fills with an addictive foreign sensation as his tongue parts my folds. I bite my lip, stifling a moan. But when his tongue flicks against my clit, one escapes. His grip on my legs tighten as it fills the room. Slowly, his tongue slides back down my center, before rising back up. When he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks it between his lips my toes curl. I cry out, gripping his hair tightly. It’s too much, too fast. My body is quickly approaching climax.
“Hunter,” I pant, “I don’t think… Oh, God!”
His tongue dives inside my body. His thumb rises and vigorously rubs my clit. Like the virgin I am, my body crashes over the edge quickly. I scream his name as my world goes black. It’s the most beautiful high I’ve ever experienced. I want more. Need more. I don’t want it to stop. Riding out my climax, my hips rise and grind against his face.
He groans as I ride out my ecstasy. Gripping my inner thighs, he spreads my legs, holds me down, and ravishes my center like it’s his last meal and he’s been starving for days.
“God, Angel,” he growls, licking his lips. “That was the sexiest thing ever.”
He kisses my inner thigh as I come down from my high.
“True or false?” His voice holds an air of mischief. “I can make you cum twice?”
As the words leave his mouth, his fingers find my sex and part me gently. I suck in a sharp breath. My tight walls burn slightly from the intrusion. Hunter rises up the bed, flanks my body with his own, and his mouth finds my ear.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Angel. I need you to open up for me. Relax. Breathe, Rochelle.”
He takes my ear in his teeth and bites down slightly, causing me to focus on where his teeth are instead of his fingers.
When I’ve done as he said, his fingers delicately pull out of my folds and he spreads my wetness around before slowly entering one, then two fingers back inside me. My breath hitches. Clutching his arm, I whisper his name. He curves his fingertips and touches a spot deep inside me I didn’t even know existed.
“That’s it, Angel,” he whispers. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
Opening my eyes, he’s staring back at me with so much adoration, it causes my center to pulse around his fingers. Pulling his hand from between my legs he brings it to his mouth. Sucking my cum from his fingertips, he groans before sticking, one, then two back inside me.
“God, your pussy tastes so damn good,” he whispers, as his fingers dive deeper.
My body starts to clench down. A stronger climax is building than my last. He brings me to the edge, then stops. Kissing me deeply, he brings me closer to the brink, then pulls away again. He brings his fingers to my mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he insists as he runs his fingers against my lips.
My tongue darts out and does what he asks. I wrap my lips around his digits and suck until his fingers are clean. As my flavor dances across my tongue, I suppress the urge to beg him to take me and claim me for the first time.
