I didn’t have it in me to feel vulnerable, not when he is looking at me like a man starved, the praise doing something I can’t describe to my body.
“Am I taking all your firsts, Ness?” He asks, flicking his dark eyes up to mine.
I nod, “Yes.”
He groans as he lowers, and I practically jump off the sofa at the swipe of his tongue. He rumbles something against me that I can’t hear, but I don’t really care. My nails scratch against the cushions on my couch, my teeth sinking in hard to my bottom lip. It’s hard not to scream, I desperately want to with the way his tongue is working through me, playing against my overly sensitive clit.
My muscles are taut, shaking even, and my heart pounds something fierce inside my chest.
I grab one of the cushions and bite down, wanting to push my knees together, but he holds me open for him and he does not relent.
Suddenly he lets go of one of my legs and grabs the pillow, tugging it from my grip before he tosses it down on the floor.
“Don’t hide your screams from me, Ness,” He rasps, looking up at me from between my legs, my tee bunched up around my waist and seeing him there, his mouth wet with my arousal and a smirk playing on his lips, I almost combust there and then. There’s something erotic about it, about him on his knees between mine, his eyes alight with heated desire that’s all for me. “I want to hear you sing for me.”
“Kolt, please,” I beg.
He chuckles, “You need more?”
“Fuck yes.”
He doesn’t leave me waiting, his mouth descends, and he laps at me, paying attention to that bundle of nerves until I can feel myself begin to twitch and vibrate, pressure building in a knot that’s about to snap.
My hand latches onto the long strands of his hair as if he’ll leave me hanging there at the edge. But he doesn’t, and I detonateonce more against him, my head throwing back against the couch as I contract and pulse. He strokes me through it with careful caresses of his tongue, expertly bringing me down until I’m breathless.
“So fucking pretty when you fall apart,” He gives me a long lap of his tongue before he climbs to his feet, “But you’re going to be even prettier when you’re full of my cock.”
Chapter Seventeen
Icarry her through to the bedroom, barely seeing where I’m going as my mouth is attached to hers, the kiss slow and languid. Her hands are locked behind my neck, her small body held in my arms.
She’s more than I could have ever imagined. More than I can ever deserve.
I gently lower her onto the bed and detach my mouth, putting my focus to her shirt. I want her bare for me, I want her body and her soul. She lifts her arms to allow me to remove the t-shirt and I let my eyes feast on her. All soft curves and smooth skin, freckles dot her shoulders and her chest heaves with her breaths, rosy pink nipples peaked and ready for my attention. She’s perfect and it’s almost painful to look at her.
I tug out of my shirt, watching her watch me as I strip down for her, smirking when her eyes take in every inch as if tryingto commit me to memory. I’m doing the same. I don’t want to forget a single part of this or miss even a second.
I kick off my pants and drop my boxers, my cock hard and aching.
“How is that supposed to fit!?” She gasps, propping herself onto her elbows like she wants a closer look. I stroke myself, letting my thumb roll over the very tip of me, to the bead of precum leaking from the head. She watches with rapt attention, following the movement of my hand as I jerk myself.
I let out a loud laugh, “I’ll fit, trouble.” My knees dip the mattress and I reach down for the wallet I’ve left discarded on the floor, pulling out a condom before I let it drop again. “You’re so ready for me,” I tell her, “Dripping, Ness, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
Her eyes flutter as nerves work their way in, making me pause, “We don’t have to.”
“No, I want to,” She whispers, her hands sliding up my arms as I hover over her, body wedged between her legs.
“I’ll be gentle, Ness,” I promise, rising to my knees as I tear open the condom.
“I know.”
I roll the condom on, my cock overly sensitive already and leaking, ready to be inside of her. But I refuse to rush, I won’t be the cause of her pain at all. I have to go slow, let her adjust to me.
“Relax for me,” I ask, settling myself between her legs and lining myself up.
She lets out a long breath, her eyes searching my face as a little fear leaks into her gaze. “It’s okay.” I tell her, nudging in barely an inch. It’s enough for me to suck in a breath.
Her lashes flutter as I go forward just a little more, stretching her gently but not enough. My hand curls around her hip, my grip tightening as I control myself and push forward, her tightness gripping my cock as I stretch her to fit me.
