Page 25 of Haden

When I push her skirt up to her stomach, I nearly groan. My girl has hot-pink panties on that match the dress and bedding. Apparently, it’s an important color to her.

The panties aren’t simple. They’re mostly lace and barely existent. They’re meant for sex appeal. And it’s working.

My instinct is to yank them so hard that they shred, but I suspect she might clobber me if I go full neanderthal, so I resist. I’ll hold them to the side so I can fuck her pussy with my tongue before making her wear them to dinner.

“Haden…”

I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at her sexy lace-clad pussy, but it’s been long enough to make her squirm.

“Don’t rush me, naughty girl. There’s only one first for everything we do, and I want to savor those moments.” I sound like a sap. This is not me. I never wax poetically to a woman. But like everything else with Emilia, she’s different. She’s causing me to behave outside the norm. I might even develop a soft side for her.

My girl squirms again, lifting her hips in supplication.

Planting one palm on her inner thigh, I use my other hand to pull the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy to my view. It’s even prettier than I imagined.

Can a pussy be beautiful? Yes, because Emilia’s is. Her folds are smooth and pink. Her clit is swollen and pushing the tiny hood back as if reaching for me.

I inhale her scent deeply before lowering to her swollen flesh and kissing her reverently.

“Haden,” she shouts impatiently.

I chuckle before dragging my tongue through her lower lips and flicking it over her clit.

Her low moan startles me. It’s not a sound I’ve heard from her before. It’s sexy. I could listen to that needy whine for the rest of my life.

I open my mouth wider and suck her entire pussy until she cries out. Her hands come to my shoulders. She shoves at me to no avail.

Thrusting my tongue into her channel makes me moan. How could she be this fucking tight? She has a vise grip on me, and this is just my tongue. My cock is much larger.

I fuck her pretty cunt with my tongue until she’s writhing so hard it’s difficult to hold on to her. She’s not strong enough or big enough to actually escape, but she gives it her best effort because she’s overwhelmed with sensation.

Shifting my attention, I remove my tongue and home in on her clit, sucking it gently over and over until I capture it gently with my teeth and flick it rapidly with my tongue.

Emilia screams as her orgasm consumes her, making her entire body buck against me. I continue to suckle her through the waves, easing up when I figure she’s growing too sensitive.

Reluctantly, I lift my lips and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. “Fuck, Emilia. I’ll never get enough of you.”

She’s trembling, eyes wide, lips parted. “I can’t believe you did that,” she murmurs.

I chuckle. “I told you exactly what I was going to do. Did you not believe me?”

She sighs. “It’s not that. I believed you thought you were going to make me come with your mouth, but I didn’t believe it would actually happen.”

“You’ve never come from being eaten out, baby?” Why am I so pleased?

“No.” She turns her head to the side as if this fact embarrasses her.

It makes me feel elated. But there’s no reason to get all cocky. I have another question. “Have you ever come with a man at all, jitterbug?”

“No.” She doesn’t meet my gaze.

I kiss her pussy one last time and rest the lace back over her pussy. “I’m pleased, Emilia,” I say softly. “I love knowing a lot of your firsts will be with me.”

She still doesn’t look at me. In fact, she bites her lip. Her embarrassment is adorable and unnecessary, but I don’t mention it. She deserves validation for her feelings. Instead, I kiss her inner thighs and rise up to pry her fingers from her legs.

“Relax, baby. Deep breaths.” We need to go down to dinner. I’d love to skip it, but we’ll get ribbed tomorrow if we don’t make an appearance. So we will. As soon as my girl is ready.

Chapter 10