I loop my arms around his neck as he carries me to his bed. He lays me on top of the comforter, in the middle of the mattress.
He takes off my boots, and I lift my hips as he bends down to grab the top of my panties, sending a shiver snaking down my spine. My breath hitches when he places tender kisses along the inside of my thighs as he slowly drags my underwear down my legs. He tosses them aside, and gazes at me, eyes roaming over every inch.
I instinctively cover my breasts, suddenly aware of how exposed I am. It’s one thing to have Walker watching while I get off with a vibrator, but it’s entirely different lying here on the verge of losing my virginity, terrified I won’t live up to his expectations.
To distract from my nerves I watch as Walker slowly undresses. His shirt strains against his shoulders before he pulls it off, throwing it to the floor. The flex of his abs as he moves is enough to steal the air from my lungs. It should be a crime how hot he is, and I lick my lips as he drags down his pants and boxers, revealing his thick cock, the veins pulsing.
He pushes aside his discarded clothes, gazing at me like he’s ready to devour me.
“Look what you do to me, Birdie,” he says, stroking his erection from base to tip. “Don’t ever question how much I want you.”
It’s a good thing I’m lying down because my knees would’ve given out if I were still standing.
Walker joins me on the bed, kneeling at my feet, settling at the end of the mattress, his palms gliding slowly up my calves. I gasp when his lips brush my knee, but he doesn’t stop, moving higher, his stubble dragging along my bare skin.
His lips explore the curve of my hips, then he shifts to using his tongue, teasing along my stomach, and when he reaches my breasts, he moves my hands, setting them at my sides as he drinks in the sight of my naked body.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he rasps. “I’m going to make this feel so good and worship every inch of you.”
My eyes stay glued to him as he leans down to wrap his mouth around my nipple, gliding his tongue across the pink bud.
“Walker.” His name passes my lips like a prayer.
He lets out a low groan as he alternates between flicking my nipple with his tongue and sucking on it. As he lavishes my breast with kisses his hand glides down my stomach, leaving a path of goose bumps behind.
My legs fall open in invitation as he settles his hand on my bare thigh. He slowly makes his way to my core, running his fingers through my wetness. I gasp when he slides a finger inside me, drawing him deeper into my heat.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls.
Words fail me as I quiver beneath him, grinding against his palm as he pushes his finger in and out in steady strokes, getting me used to the sensation. He moves his mouth to my other breast, suckling my nipple as he pushes a second finger into me. I wind my arms around his neck, welcoming the added intrusion as a strained moan escapes me, colliding with the ragged tempo of our intermingled breaths.
“That’s it. Ride my hand and show me what a good girl you are.”
His praise sweeps over me like a tidal wave, and I circle my hips as I chase the rush of euphoria surging through me.
“More,please. I need your mouth,” I beg.
Walker shifts down my body, positioning himself between the apex of my thighs, grazing his teeth along my inner thigh.
“I’ve waited long enough for a taste ofmypussy,” he growls.
Before I can fully process his words, he inhales my scent and runs his tongue along my seam. My body moves on instinct, searching for more as I lift my legs over his shoulders to draw him closer, lost to the magnetic pull drawing us together. He grips my waist as I cross my ankles, rolling my hips and grind against his face. A strangled cry falls from my lips as his warm, wet tongue laps at my clit.
Walker pauses, lifting his head. “One taste and you’ve totally wrecked my self-control, baby.”
How wasn’t it wrecked already? Mine was shot the second I saw him naked. Every ripple and curvature of his well-defined abs on display, and his hard cock glistening with pre-cum as he climbed on top of me and told me how much he wanted me. The man is a hazard to my health, and I may never recover if every lead-up to a climax is this intense.
He returns his tongue to my clit, teasing the aching bud mercilessly. His movements alternate between quick, sharp flicks and slow, languid caresses. Each change in tempo leaves me gasping, edging me ever closer to climax.
Walker runs his fingers along my seam, circling my opening before pushing two back inside me. My back arches off the bed, sweat beading on my forehead as the pressure builds from within. He draws out my wetness with his finger and brings it back to my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure.
He moves his mouth back to my core, and as I lift my head and catch sight of him buried between my legs, it pushes me overthe edge. I grind harder against his face, my vision blurring as the pleasure crests, sending me into a dizzying spiral.
My head falls back on the pillow, my chest heaving in shallow pants as the tremors fade. When I meet Walker’s gaze, he’s watching me with a heat that threatens to unravel me completely.
“I’ll never get enough of watching you come.”
A smirk flickers on his lips before he runs his tongue across my overly sensitive clit, a strangled whimper catching in my throat.
