As much as I want to fuck her into this mattress right this second, I need to go slow. I’m well aware this is her first time. And I can’t bear to mess this up for her.
“I will, my love,” I whisper, trailing wet kisses on her inner thigh.
Slowly, I climb up, my lips dragging over every inch of her gorgeous body. I kiss her stomach, then right below her breasts. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby. My fucking dream,” I praise her, dropping a kiss right between her breasts.
I cup one, bending to take it into my mouth, lavishing it with the kind of attention I’ve only dared dream.
My hands roam her skin—her waist, her ribs, then higher. She squirms beneath me, gasping my name.
I move to the other breast.
“T-Theo,oh God,” she moans, desperate. “Come inside—I need you. Please.”
Fuck.
Slowly—fucking gently—I slide one finger into her tight heat. Then I lift my face to hers as I hook my finger up lightly. Her hands claw at my back, face twisting in pleasure.
I stay in the moment—fully attuned to her every single gasp, the way her muscles coil under me.
“Can you take another, baby?”
She nods, breathless.
I add another, her back arching at the intrusion. Then I swallow every gasp and moan as I take her mouth for a searing kiss.
Her tongue laps at mine, eager. Wanton.
Rubbing circles on her clit with my thumb, I watch her fall apart the second time. Her pussy is impossibly slick, drenching my hand.
I don’t rush her.
I don’t fuck her the way my body is begging me to. Because this has to be on her terms.
Gently, I shift us, guiding her with careful hands until she’s the one above me. Charlotte settles over my thighs, her breath still uneven, her eyes searching mine like she’s trying to steady herself.
I brush my thumbs along her hips, grounding her.
“At your pace, my love.”
Her lips curve slowly. Sly. Beautiful.
I hiss when she grabs my hard, weeping cock. The contact alone drags a sharp hiss from my chest, my head falling back for a second as my entire body tightens.
“—oh, fuck—baby.” My voice fractures, breath catching. “Jesus.”
She watches me like she’s learning something. Like she’s taking something. Like she knows I’m fully hers.
I fucking am.
Her hand moves again, thumb smearing my precum over the head, and I groan—low, wrecked, completely at her mercy.
“That’s it,” I rasp, eyes locking on hers as she tugs my cock with slow, torturous strokes. “God, just like that.”
Then she moves over me, slow, confident, every inch of her body hovering close enough to drive me insane but still holding that control between us. And I’m loving her for it.
My hands find her instinctively—her waist, her ass, the curve of her sides—unable to stop myself from touching her, from feeling her.
“You gonna sit on my cock, baby?” I murmur, voice rough.
