It took everything in me not to lose it right there. The innocence in her touch, the way she was discovering me…it was torture and heaven all at once.
Then she sank to her knees, her breath ghosting over me before her lips parted and she took me into her mouth. God. Clumsy again—hesitant swirls of her tongue, her hand working the base—but the sight of her like that, eager and trusting, nearly undid me.
I threaded my fingers gently through her hair, stopping her after only a moment. Any more and I’d come in her mouth.
“Enough,” I rasped, pulling her up gently. I sat back on the couch, tugging her toward me. “Come here.”
She straddled my lap, hesitating as her knees settled on either side of my hips. “I’m on birth control,” she said, her cheeks pink. “Are you…safe?”
“Yes, I’m safe.” The word came out rough. “It’s been…a long time. A long,longtime.”
Embarrassment heated my neck. Years, really. Since I’d shut down and pushed everyone away. Closed myself off from the world, from any chance of this.
She searched my eyes, then smiled—small, understanding—and leaned down to kiss me.
And Christ, that kiss. It wasn’t just lips and tongues. It was like coming home after being lost in the dark for years. Warmth flooding through the cold places I’d forgotten were there. Her mouth soft and yielding, tasting faintly of coffee and her own sweetness.
I cupped her face, deepening it, pouring everything I couldn’t say into the slide of my lips against hers. While I was lost in that kiss, she shifted, reaching between us. The blunt head of my cock nudged her entrance, and then—slowly—she began to sink down.
I froze, shocked at how wet she was, how tight. Slick heat enveloped me inch by inch.
She was a virgin. I knew this would hurt her, and I forced myself to stay still, hands gentle on her hips.
“Easy,” I murmured against her mouth, my voice rougher than I intended. “We go slow.”
She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes fluttering shut as she sank lower. Inch by torturous inch, her slick heat enveloped me—tight, impossibly tight, like velvet gripping me in a fist.
I had to clench my jaw to keep from thrusting up, from taking what my body was screaming for. She was so wet it eased the way, but still, she was virgin-tight, and every tiny movement sent fire racing up my spine.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing damp hair from her forehead. “You’re doing so good. Just breathe for me.”
A soft whimper escaped her as she paused halfway, her thighs trembling against mine. I could see the flicker of pain inthe crease between her brows, the way her breath stuttered. My heart twisted. I never wanted to hurt her—not even a little.
I slid my thumb down to that swollen bundle of nerves, circling slowly, gently, the way I’d learned made her melt earlier. Her breath hitched sharply, hips jerking forward on instinct.
“There you go,” I soothed, voice low. “Feel that? Let it take the edge off.”
She exhaled a shaky little moan—“Oh…”—and the tension in her body softened, her inner walls fluttering around me as pleasure started to win. God, the sounds she made—soft, needy, surprised—like she was discovering her own body right along with mine.
Gradually, she began to move. Tiny rocks at first, experimental, her hands braced on my shoulders. Each roll of her hips dragged her slick heat along my length, and I groaned, low and ragged.
“Jesus, Meghan...you feel incredible.”
Her eyes opened, hazy and dark with want, meeting mine. A shy smile curved her lips even as another moan spilled out—higher this time, breathy.
She rose slightly, then sank back down, taking me deeper. The sight of her above me stole every thought—firelight gilding her skin, her full breasts bouncing with each motion, nipples tight and pink, begging for my mouth.
“Faster, baby?” I asked, voice gravel. “Or slower? Tell me what feels good.”
She whimpered, nodding, and quickened her pace. Her breasts bounced faster now, hypnotic, the soft weight jiggling with every rise and fall. I couldn’t look away—watching them move, watching her face flush deeper, lips parted on endless soft cries.
“Ah…ah…yes…”
I cupped one breast, thumb flicking the hard peak, then rolled it between my fingers. She arched into my hand with a sharp cry, her movements turning desperate, hips grinding down harder.
“That’s it,” I growled, rubbing her clit in tight circles. “Let me see you come apart again. I want to feel it.”
Her moans grew louder, broken and beautiful, rising in pitch as she chased the edge. Her breasts bounced wildly now, faster and faster, the sight searing itself into my brain—soft, flushed, utterly perfect. She was gorgeous like this—head thrown back, hair cascading down her spine, lost in pleasure she’d never known before tonight.
