After one taste, it's a miracle I haven't cracked under the need to taste her again.
This woman lives to drive me crazy. To make me feel things no one else has.
I need to go slow and let us both enjoy this moment. Our first time really together. The thought scrapes through me, but I don't stop. I can't, not when she's already gasping, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.
She jerks when I suck her clit, and the sound she makes, a higher-pitched moan, shoots straight down my spine.
I force myself to pull back from her sweetness and lick a path up. Past her mound and toward her stomach. The muscles jump beneath my tongue, and I file that away for later. She's sensitive below her belly button; it’s good to know.
As much as I love her wearing my clothes, the shirt she has on needs to go. Pushing it up her body, we work together to get it off. Finally, she's completely bare beneath me.
"Tell me if I do something you don't like." My voice sounds rougher than I intended. I reach down and cup her breast. Squeezing it once, my cock throbs just thinking about how it would feel against the pulsating length. God, she's soft. Will I ever get used to this?
Bunny lets out a breathy laugh, her skin flushing a perfect pink. "So far, you've been hitting home runs. I'm starting to think you're really a wolf in sheep's clothing with that inexperience talk of yours."
A moan tears out of her as my teeth catch her other nipple. She doesn’t have any more time to remind me.
I'd rather die than tell her I spent an embarrassing amount of time on my phone looking up tips these last couple of days. Articles with titles like "How to Please Your Woman" and diagrams that made me close the browser twice before I could actually read them.
She’d eat me alive if she found out how desperately I wanted to please her.
Thanks to that research, I know what I'm doing. Mostly. The way she's arching beneath me says I'm on the right path.
But there's a difference between reading and doing. Between making her moan and making her come.
I want the latter.
I drag my mouth across her chest, kissing a trail from one breast to the other. She tastes like soap and something sweeter underneath. I could stay here forever just like this, but I want to hear this woman cry out my name.
My hand slides down her stomach slowly enough to test her patience. Her hips lift, meeting my touch, pressing into my palm like she's asking for more attention. Like my tongue hadn’t already given her pussy enough love.
Parting her lips with my fingers, she feels even more glossy than when I left her. Moving past her swollen clit, one finger easily slides into her.
Her breath catches as her walls immediately clamp down before her nails dig into my shoulders.
I work it deeper before curling it to feel her clenching. Just when her chest stills, a breath held, I add a second finger.
She moans, and her head falls back against the pillow. Her hips start moving, rocking against my hand all on their own.
Fuck, she doesn’t even need me to lead, does she? She could use my hand and find her release if she wanted.
Next time, I’ll let her. For now, I want to stay in control.
I lower my mouth to her breast again and bite gently before lapping my tongue against the hardening bud.
Her body rolls, fighting between arching into my mouth or jerking to my fingers.
"Roland." It comes out breathless, like it’s hard to find her voice. "I want—I need—"
Curling my fingers, I make it even harder as I press into that spot her body seems to like so much.
"Your cock." She gasps as I spread my fingers next. "Please. I want you inside me."
I want that too,badly. But if I get my cock in her now, I’ll come before she does. Just watching her feels like I’m making myself teeter on the edge.
"Not yet," I tell her. My voice is steady, even though I'm shaking inside. "You come first, then we’ll talk about my cock."
She whimpers and tries to argue, but I'm already pumping my fingers, finding a rhythm that makes her words dissolve into moans. Her thighs shake. Her back arches off the bed.
