William broke away and let out a frustrated moan. “Jesus, love.”
I beamed. “I’m glad it seems like I know what I’m doing.”
“What do you mean?”
I stiffened, afraid that he would stop kissing me once he found out how inexperienced I was.
His lips were swollen from my kisses, and his hair was wild. I was proud that he got this way because of me. The fact that I had this effect on him at all was fascinating. It made me feel powerful, feminine, and sexy beyond belief. Lying to him at this point was futile.
“I’m still a virgin, but I want this with you.”
William blew out a breath and looked down at me, indecisive about what to do next.
I held his cheek in my hand. “I want you to fuck me, William.”
His eyes dilated, and he grabbed his shirt from behind, lifting it over himself. He was beautiful—scarred and muscled. He looked like he was made to kill, his tattoos dark and menacing, but I knew him better than that.
The same hands that hit Luke were now delicatelylifting my dress over my body, brushing a lock of my long hair away from my face as I lay back down. I was nervous about the way my body looked in front of him. I didn’t have a flat stomach or a thigh gap, but the way William’s eyes roved over me was nothing short of admiration.
Thank god I wore a matching lace set today. It hardly hid anything at all, and his gaze turned ravenous.
He kissed me again, but this time, I felt every part of him more acutely. The warmth of his skin against mine, his chest hair lightly brushing against my sensitive nipples, the denim from his jeans rubbing against my sensitive folds. He ground himself against me, and I gasped at the contact. He thrust in time with our kissing as my hands greedily trailed over every ridge of his hard stomach, his firm chest, and broad back. The cool metal from the medallion on his necklace bumped against my breasts, and I wanted to brand myself with it.
Slowly, William traced his fingers from my collarbone down to my breast. My thin lace bra almost let him feel all of me as he squeezed gently, running his thumb over my nipple back and forth, lightly pinching until I was writhing beneath him. William captured one of my breasts in his mouth and ran his warm tongue over the thin fabric until it was damp. Then he dragged my bra lower until my breasts were free and propped above it. William slowly placed his hand over my mound, and my hips bucked in response. I gasped and gripped William’s bicep. He watched me intently, reveling in every reaction to his touch.
William hummed in appreciation. “So responsive.”
He traced his fingertips over my slick seam deliciously slowly. I couldn’t believe I’d waited this long to feel this good. He was making me feel things I neverthought were possible. Every sensation was heightened. I had some experience masturbating, but William knew me better than I knew myself.
Gently, he pushed my panties to the side and glided his fingers between my lips, spreading my slick wetness around as I arched my back. He let out a grunt of satisfaction close to my ear.
He slowly raised his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. “No one’s ever tasted you before?”
His Scottish brogue was thick with lust as his hot breath tickled against my ear. I shook my head, and William smirked.
He captured my mouth and slid my panties completely off.
Before I could even process his next move, he was trailing hot kisses down my body. He hooked his arms underneath my knees and gripped my hips, spreading me wide open. Dragging his nose gently up my folds, he inhaled deeply. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed.
He slowly and gently lapped at the left side of my mound and then the right. I cried out and clutched the sheets. It felt unreal, like I was some delicious dessert and he was savoring every taste.
William spread my lips with his fingers and ran his flat tongue along the whole length of my seam. He hovered over my clit and blew cool air, increasing the sensation until I felt his tongue again. He circled my button gently at first, luxuriating in how loud he could make me scream.
Swirling his tongue around my clit with rapid motions, he quickened his pace and slowly inserted his finger in my opening. Despite the stretch, I gave in to it,reveling in the new sensation. His beard rasped against my sensitive skin while his tongue and finger worked in unison. He seemed to be enjoying it just as much as me. His moans and grunts vibrated against my skin as his tongue explored my depths.
My fingertips tingled, and a crackling fire built faster and faster within the pit of my stomach.
His mouth moved up and down against my folds, making an illicit, slippery sound. The pressure built faster, and as William gently sucked on my clit, I found my release.
He slowly ebbed the rhythm of his finger with the tempo of my orgasm before lifting his head from my core. I was sprawled out on the covers, completely immobile and staring at the ceiling. I truly saw sparks as the euphoric sensation spread throughout my body.
William smirked with pride and kissed me, whispering, “Taste yourself, love.”
I let my tongue explore his mouth and tasted my arousal on his lips. It was feral. Only this man could make me feel this way.
He lay down next to me, and I traced slow circles on his chest until our breathing returned to normal. I looked up at him, waiting to see what he’d do next, but his eyes remained closed.
I moved my hand toward his hard cock, but he stopped me. “I want to...”
