"No... I… Ummm." She stumbles over her words.
"No, what, baby girl?" I ask, wanting to make sure she hasn't changed her mind.
"It's just... no one has. You know."
"No one has ever eaten you out?"
She nods her head at my question.
"Consider me honored to be the first person to get to taste this heaven you have between your legs. Now lie back and enjoy it."
Wrapping my arms around her thighs to hold her open, I waste no time getting my first lick of her. Instantly, I'm addicted to her sweet taste. Knowing I'm the only one ever to pleasure her this way has me harder than I’ve ever been.
I want to take my time and enjoy her like fine wine, but the need to make her come is stronger. Everything in me wants to know what she sounds like when pleasure overtakes her. So I lap up her cream like a starving man before inserting a finger inside her.
She's so tight. The thought of having her wrapped around my cock is enough to make me come, but I force my orgasm back. No way am I wasting this perfect night.
When I suck on her clit, her walls clamp down on me, and she explodes, arching her back and screaming my name. Fuck, does my name sound good on her lips.
As her body relaxes, I pull my wallet from my pants, take out the condom, and put it on. I'm back between her legs, crawling over her before she even misses me.
When she opens her eyes and they lock with mine, I freeze for a moment. I line my cock up at her entrance and frame her face with my hands. Never dropping my eye contact, I slowly slide inside her.
The intensity of this moment is nothing like I've experienced before. It's as if my world clicks into place, and she is the missing piece I've been waiting for. Part of me knew that all along, but this just confirms it.
A few thrusts, and I'm fully inside her. Only then do I break eye contact to bury my face in her neck and soak up every little thing about this moment. When she wraps her legs around me, I start a steady rhythm, leaning back to look at her again and find her watching me.
"You're mine now, baby girl. No going back. No games. We will work this out."
Her lips part, and she nods. I lean down and kiss her, claiming her, letting her know I mean what I say. She is mine.
When I adjust my angle, I know the moment I hit that special spot inside her because her eyes go wide and her back arches. I change my thrusts again to see how she responds. I can't wait to learn every detail of her body and how to get it to respond to me.
In a swift move, I flip us over without pulling out of her. Now she's riding me, and I get the perfect view of her curvy body, her round tits, and my dick inside of her. I grip her hips and start moving her as she braces her hand on my chest. She looks unsure, as if she might not like being on display for me, and I can't have that.
"The sight of you like this has me wanting to come so hard. You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And knowing you are mine... Mmmm, baby girl, I can barely stand it."
As she rides me, I run my hands over every inch of her skin I can touch before I reach down and play with her clit. When she falls apart for me a moment later and collapses on my chest, the feel of her pussy strangling my cock causes me to come, and I almost blackout from the pleasure.
It's the strongest orgasm I've ever experienced, and I can't wait to have her in every corner of this room. Just as soon as I regain my strength.
Chapter 7
Rylee
After a night of mind-blowing sex, with only a few hours of sleep this morning, you’d think I wouldn't have this much energy. We’re back at my hotel for breakfast after showering together. He even brought stuff to my room, saying he was staying the night.
Now, he's about to meet my parents, whether he's ready or not, because they just saw us and are beelining for our table with their breakfast in hand. They sit down across from him, and the smile on my mom's face means trouble. I can feel it.
"So, this is the famous Jase we’ve heard about for years. We thought you were a ghost, someone she invented to keep us off her back," my mom says.
Jase reaches for my hand on the table, in open view of my parents, and squeezes it, like he's telling me he's got this. It's a move that doesn't go unnoticed by my dad.
"My friends back home feel the same way as you, Mrs. Divens. They thought I was running off on vacation this week, and I didn't want them tagging along," he smiles.
"How long do you have left in the Army?" my dad asks, skipping the pleasantries.
"Two more years, sir."
