“Okay, little one,” he said softly. “You have me.”
Tenderly, he cupped her face in his hands, then bent to give her a sweet kiss. She looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, beyond excited now that what she’d always dreamt of was about to happen. He could feel the change in her and he responded, deepening the kiss in a way that had her toes curling.
She licked at his lips to allow entry of her tongue, and he let out a groan when it touched his. The kiss grew and expanded until it was the only thing in the universe. It was the single most powerful sensation she’d ever experienced.
Finally, he broke away, a breathy “wow” escaping his delectable lips. He took the opportunity to start undressing her, and Gemma was eager to be rid of her clothes, which felt much too confining suddenly. She tore off her top, then stepped out of her bottoms, leaving her clad in only a pair of small white panties.
“Good gods, woman,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Are you trying to kill me? Beauty like yours should be presented slowly, lest you risk overwhelming your partner.”
Gemma laughed. He was so charming, always knowing the right thing to say. His compliments were setting fire to her blood, but his touch? Now that was on another plane entirely. His fingers grazed her skin lightly, tracing burning trails over her shoulders, down her arms, and then across her waist and hips to her bottom. He grabbed her then, pulling her tight against him, and she could feel his erection throbbing beneath his clothing.
Not wasting a moment, she began tugging at his pants. Cal let out a low laugh, then gently removed her hands and began disrobing. It seemed to take forever, but when she looked into his eyes, she realized he was going slow on purpose. He wanted this experience to be meaningful, to be exceptional. And that meant taking it slow.
Still, her heart was beating in her chest like she’d just run a marathon. Gemma wanted to be patient, but the truth was, she couldn’t. As soon as his tanned skin was exposed, she was touching him, running her hands over every inch of available Cal.
“You’re certainly eager,” he said, allowing her explorations. His muscles were hard, but his skin was undeniably soft, a contrast that made her start to salivate. She knew how good his mouth tasted. Would the rest of him be just as resplendent?
Deciding to test the theory, she gently placed her lips against his chest. His sharp intake of breath let her know she was having an effect on him. She kissed her way over to his nipple. She could feel his heart start to beat faster. Then her tongue peeked out to swipe across it, and he moaned.
“Godsdamn, darling,” he said. “You’ll unman me before I get inside you at this rate.” He stole another kiss that left her breathless.
“You’re unlike anything I’ve ever experienced,” he whispered, his eyes burning into her. “You’re so muchmore.”
Gemma liked being more, liked being seen with such reverence. Cal led her over to her bed and settled her on it, barely making room for him to squeeze in beside her.
“I wanted so much more for you,” he said then, a hint of sadness in his voice. “You deserve so much more than this, especially for your first time.”
She gave him a small smile. “No one has ever given me what you have,” she said, the words able to come out with more ease now that he’d pushed the world out of her mind for the moment. “I’ve never felt so cherished, so alive. Nothing could be more special than what is happening now. Nothing.”
When his lips claimed hers again, it was as if a hurricane of passion hit her. She was drowning in the waves of his desire.What a way to go.
And then his hands were on her and she experienced pure decadence. He molded her breasts, teasing her nipples and making her start to squirm. Then his mouth was on her there, kissing, licking, sucking. She wanted to hold his head there forever, keep him as her pleasure slave, anything for this sensation to never stop.
His kissed his way lower, finding her feminine core and blowing on the sensitive nub there. “I can’t believe I finally get to taste you,” he growled before burying his face in her.
Gemma’s body exploded with sensation. Having his mouth on her there was like nothing that had come before. His tongue explored her, and he let out a greedy moan as if savoring her flavor.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So perfect.” His mouth kept up its explorations, and when he used his tongue on her clit, her hips thrust upward, seeking to keep the contact.
Cal chuckled indulgently. “Patience, little one. I’m going to give you what you need.” His tongue traced lazy circles around her nub, driving her crazy, building a frenzy inside her that he refused to release.
Gemma let out whiny mewls, wishing he would increase the pressure and send her over the edge. Instead, she felt an unfamiliar sensation at the entrance to her womanhood.
“I have to get your ready to accept me,” he whispered. “You’re so tight here, I’ll never fit unless I start opening you up a little.” His finger was pressing its way inside her, and at first, it felt slightly uncomfortable. Then he fastened his lips around her clit and she felt a rush of moisture easing his entrance.
Soon, he was able to push into her entirely, working his finger back and forth in a rhythm that overwhelmed her with need. And then a second finger joined the first and Gemma closed her eyes, overrun by pleasure.
The fingers picked up their pace, and then he sucked her clit gently, in perfect time to accentuate his motions. Without warning, Gemma’s climax broke over her. Her legs were shaking, her whole body consumed by fire, and she had to bite down on her lip in order not to scream out in ecstasy.
“That’s it,” he encouraged her. “My gorgeous girl, give me your pleasure.” Cal moved between her thighs, positioning himself at her entrance.
As she started to come down from her peak, she opened her eyes to look deeply into his. Gemma knew everything was about to change. This perfect male was about to initiate her into a world of sensuality that she’d never thought possible before. And, as if little more than an added bonus, he promised to unlock the potential inside, to free her from her sensory prison.
Right now, the unlocking part didn’t seem to matter much. All she could think about was how much she wanted him, wanted this. Gemma wanted to belong to Cal, body and soul. And in just a few short moments, she would.
Reaching up, she circled his head with her arms and pulled him down for a kiss. It was sweeter than she expected, no less intense but filled with a longing that was not one-sided. Cal wanted her, maybe as badly as she wanted him.
The thought made her insides shake with need. She gently bit his lip and received a growl in return. “Little minx,” he said, then slipped his tongue between her lips.
