Finally, I’m pushing my hand into her shorts. It doesn’t take much exploring to discover just how damp she is. I don’t thinkthere’s a single dry patch on the strip covering that untouched pussy.
“Kiss me.” Forcing out the words, I know I need some kind of distraction to stop me from ripping off her shorts.
She tries, but lasts all but a couple of seconds once I start coating my fingers in her juices. Instead of kissing me, her expression pinches as she puts her attention more on my touch than anything else.
“Focus, Millie.” Growling the words, I pinch her clit between my fingers and bring her back to my lips so I can swallow down her moan.
She’s so fucking wet. Dragging my way through her folds, her pussy just sucks one of my fingers inside. As she clenches around me, there’s no doubt she’s a virgin. Especially when I prod a second finger inside. The stretch is suffocating. I can feel myself leaking just from the thought of pushing past her tight walls when the time comes.
“They’re too thick…” Muttering her groan, she pulls from my mouth and hugs my neck. Her breath tickles my throat as she tucks her face into the crook of it. “Mine don’t even compare…”
“Is it too much?” Curling both to test her limit, I’m rewarded with a shaky breath. “Try to move for me, angel.”
A shiver rolls through her, making the pet name stick instantly. “Won’t I hurt your wrist?”
Fuck my wrist.
She gasps when my free hand squeezes her ass. “Do it.Move.”
Moving back to grip my shoulders, she squeezes my legs with her own and does as she’s told. With my guiding help, her pussy flutters around my fingers as she pulls up before sinking back down.
“Just like that…” Mesmerized, I watch this woman ride my hand through an experience of self-discovery of what she likes.As her eyes pinch shut and her lips part, I let her do whatever she pleases as long as she’s feeling pleasure.
At this rate, I could feed her my cock. Popping her cherry shouldn’t be at the top of my list of things to do, but it’s all I can think about.
Curling my fingers just right, a moan slips past her swollen lips. As her juices soak my palm, I can’t help but keep taking. Wanting her to find her orgasm on her own, my thumb joins to bring her there faster,harder.
As soon as I touch her clit, her eyes fly open, and her grip on my shoulders tightens. Looking at me, surprised, her walls start to flutter as she continues moving.
Abandoning her ass, I cup the back of her neck and drag her to my mouth. “Don’t stop until you’re coming, angel.” The words leave my lips, and I feel the tremble of her legs as she tries to do as she’s told. “Prove to me that you can handle my cock. If you can’t handle my fingers, then—”
A cry leaves her before I can even finish my sentence. All at once, she clenches around me, every muscle in her body stiffening up as sparks light up behind her eyelids, and her orgasm washes over her hard.
“Cyrus!” With my name on her tongue, my cock pulses with her, like a trigger being pulled.
Wrapping my free arm around her, I hug her to my chest as we both enjoy the wave that overcomes us. After a couple of minutes, my arm slackens, and so does her entire body.
A low groan leaves her lips as I pull my hand away from her shorts to take in my glistening fingers. Parting them, we watch as a thin stand keeps them connected.
The thing swirling around my chest is a hunger I’ve never known. Feeding into it was probably a bad idea, but what’s done is done.
I’m addicted.
Needing to discover what she tastes like, I suck my fingers into my mouth and groan at her taste exploding across my taste buds. So fucking good.
Millie collapses against my chest, going limp. Seeking me out for warmth, she buries her face into my neck again, and I listen to her breathing slow as she calms.
Stroking her back, I murmur soft words of praise. Hoping I didn’t overwhelm her all at once, she’s proved that she can handle what comes her way, even if it wipes her out.
We’re both messy, and if not another shower, a wet cloth is needed. But when a yawn leaves her, I can’t find it in me to make her move.
This is perfect. Right now, before the thoughts of complications and consequences can seep in, all I can think about is how I don’t want to let her go.
For now, for as long as she’ll let me, I’ll keep her close and see where things will take us.
6
Millie
