It was instantaneous. She melted against me, her soft lips parting, allowing me to taste what I’d been craving since the moment I first saw her.
“You’re right,” she rasped against my lips. “This is more fun.”
It sure the hell was.
I lifted her tiny body with ease, and she was quick to wrap her legs around my waist. I didn’t hesitate. I took her straight to my bedroom. I’d made the decision and intended on following through as long as she continued to give me the green light.
I put her on my bed as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I tore it open instead, taking in the way her eyes widened while the pinging of the buttons on the floor sounded out.
She wasted no time in running her hands down my chest and along my abs. I groaned softly at her delicate, trembling touch. She was driving me mad. The want, the desire, that rushed through me was untamable. All I wanted to do was make her feel every inch of me. Make her forget why she was ever sad, because a girl like my hummingbird didn’t deserve to have a tear taint her cheek.
I reached beneath her dress and tugged her panties off. Her breathing was heavy at the move. I was sure she was new to a real man since she’d only ever been with boys.
It took me hardly any time to strip her naked. I dropped her bra to the floor and went back on my knees to get a good look at her.
And fuck, what a masterpiece.
Sexy, dangerous curves, full, perky breasts, a bare pussy. She took care of herself. I loved it. I could look at her forever and never tire.
“Aren’t you a gorgeous little thing?” I murmured, working slowly on my belt.
“Klaus?” Her voice shook.
“Yes, hummingbird?” I removed my belt and let it fall to the floor as I continued to stare at her. She was nervous. I could tell by the way she stared back at me.
“What’s the square root of two hundred fifty-six?”
I smirked at her question. I liked how unpredictable she was. “Sixteen. Trying to make sure I’m smart enough to fuck you breathless?”
“Maybe.” She nibbled her bottom lip. “A-And nine hundred?”
“Thirty, which is about how many seconds it’s going to take me to make you come in my mouth.” It was a bold statement, but I had no doubts about my capabilities.
I didn’t give her a chance to ask me more questions. I dove in, my head between her legs, and let my tongue lash against her soaked pussy.
Fuck, she tasted like heaven. I could eat her forever and still want more.
She was incredibly responsive to me, her pussy soaked and her chest heaving as I played.
I slid two fingers deep into her pussy, grunting against her clit as I flicked and sucked. She was tight as hell.So fucking tight.Knowing my cock was going to be pushing deep inside her in only moments had me aching with so much desire I almost said fuck it and shoved my way into her.
She wiggled, a soft moan leaving her lips. I worked her harder. Faster. Desperate to make her come in my mouth.
She shifted, her pussy grinding against my face.
And then she was calling out my name, her back arched, her breathing heavy as her walls pulsed around my fingers. Her release rushed out.
She was a squirter.
Pride at a job well done rushed through me as she tangled her fingers in my hair and rode my face harder. Her thighs tightened around my head, making my dick painfully hard.
I continued my work until she was coming again. Weaving one orgasm into another with her was a piece of cake. She was made for me. I knew in that moment she was.
I slowed my work before I kissed her pussy. Sitting up, I stared down at her. She was breathing hard, looking so fucking sweet and ready for me.
Slowly, I removed my pants. My cock came out, and I watched as her eyes grew large.
I wasn’t a small man, and this may hurt her a little. I didn’t want to have the birth control talk, so I opted to wrap it. I always did anyway with any woman I was with. Of course, I didn’t want to with Rosalie. I wanted her raw, bare, and hot on my cock, but maybe I’d get to that eventually. For now, I’d take her this way.
