Protected.
Cherished.
Especially when he tells me to give a test squeeze of his hand to make sure one of mine can reach him properly. I do, and it's perfect.
He shifts his weight, bracing himself above me, so he’s straddling my chest. His cock, hard and heavy and magnificent, juts out from his body, so close I can feel the heat radiating from it.
It glistens with my arousal, slick and ready.
My breath hitches.
He's going to put it in my mouth.
I'm going to taste him.
I'm going to taste myself on him.
I am completely at his mercy.
The thought of being used like this, for his pleasure, makes me squirm in anticipation.
"Someone's eager," he murmurs, a dark, amused glint in his eyes.
I don't bother to deny it.
Because I am.
I'm so eager it feels like my skin is too tight, like I'm going to combust from the sheer force of my own wanting.
He shifts again, positioning himself at my lips. My gaze is locked on the thick, flushed head of his cock, a bead of fluid glistening at the tip. My mouth waters.
I watch, mesmerized, as he reaches down with his free hand and wraps it around his length. My breathing hitches. He gives it a slow stroke, his thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the bead of liquid that has gathered there.
My body clenches in response. An empty, desperate ache that needs to be filled.
He's so damn big.
I don't know if I can take him.
The thought is a flicker of fear, but it's quickly extinguished by a wave of white-hot desire.
I want to try.
He's still slowly stroking himself, watching me, his dark eyes filled with a hunger so raw, so primal, it makes me feel like the most desirable woman on earth.
"Since this is your first time, I'm going to take it easy on you," he says, calm and relaxed, despite the hunger in his eyes.
I want to object. I want to tell him to use me however, but I know he won't, and I know I shouldn't want it. I have no idea what I'm getting myself into.
"Open," he commands.
I obey without hesitation, my lips parting, my tongue peeking out to wet them.
He guides the head of his cock to my lips, brushing it against them, a slow, teasing gesture that has me squirming, my body aching with a need so intense it's almost painful.
"Taste me," he says.
I dart my tongue out, licking the tip.
