He shifted off her body entirely and lay down on his side on the mattress next to her. She turned her head to look at him, her small breasts heaving, her mouth open, panting.
“Caro, is this your first time being bedded by a man?”
A hesitation. She nodded.
No, no. He rolled onto his back and, without thinking, began stroking his member.
“Darling, how old are you?”
“Tu-twenty-nnnn—”
“Twenty?” He turned his head to look at her. A hesitation. She nodded.
“Well, I suppose twenty is old enough to know your own mind. But the first time you have a man can hurt a great deal. Wouldn’t you rather it be with a sweetheart of your own?”
She got up on her elbow and shook her head, looking at the movement of his own hand on his cock.
“Are you sure, darling? We could just make each other spend.” Her eyes followed his hand, up and down, up and down. “You could do this for me, lovely girl, and I could do it for you.”
She licked her lips and tore her eyes away from his cock and looked at his face. “No.” Her beautiful pink tongue flashed at the front of her mouth, pushing against her teeth.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
Fuck. He had only ever been with one other virgin, and he swore he would never, ever do it again. What a misery that had been.
Her eyes moved back to his own fondling, and she reached out and seized his cock.
“Ahh,” he exhaled and took his hand away, surrendering his place to her. Good. She had changed her mind. He put his hands behind his head.
“Hold it tighter.”
She sat up now and adjusted her grip. She was intent on what she was doing, brows knit. What a lovely, long, lean torso she had. And that hair. Just an abundance of it. Mmmmmm. And her unschooled touch was so much more arousing than his own hand.
But she would needsomeschooling.
“What you’re doing is fine, but you can do it faster,” his breath hitched, “darling. And a bit, just a bit, of a tighter hold.”
His hands came from behind his head and one clutched her hip and the other scrabbled for purchase on the mattress. His eyes closed.
“That’s fine, that is, aren’t you lovely, what you’re doing is lovely, and feels so lovely . . .”
She let go of his cock. He groaned and opened his eyes and was shocked to see her swinging one of her long legs over him. Her flower hovered over his member.
“Caro . . .”
She took his cock in her hand again and put the head of it on her nubbin. She rubbed herself with it, just as he had done. He observed her eyes roll back into her head and a spasm of pleasure coursing through her body. Then she dragged his shaft down her wet cleft to her opening and held it there and started lowering herself onto it.
Her face held a grimace of pain as she attempted to spear herself on him. He had never heard of female virginity being lost this way. With the maiden on top of the man. He supposed it was possible, but was he going to let it happen this way? Let her use him this way? Let her dictate how and when his cock was to go inside her?
No, not Phineas Edge.
He growled and sat up and with both hands seated on her hips, he lifted her off him and threw her down on the mattress and twisted himself so he was on top of her, pinning her down.
“Are you determined then, darling? To have my cock inside you?”
She nodded, not in the least perturbed or intimidated by the change in their positions. Such a bold girl. Fearless and unflinching.
