She laughs a hollow laugh. “I can’t believe that I have to do this for him.”
“Not just him,” I say. “Trust me. You don’t want to be in my father’s crosshairs.”
She nods. “It’s funny how this all works out so well for you. You’ve got nothing to lose if we don’t… complete the contract.”
It’s amazing how little she understands about my life and my position. As if I want to be in my father’s crosshairs either. I can’t imagine what my father would do to me if I tried to lie to him about this. “You assume too much about me.”
She regards me for a moment, then, “Yeah, same.” I cock my head, and she sighs. Without looking at me, she says, “I’ve never done this before, okay?”
I think I must have lost my hearing for a second. “What?”
“I’m a virgin,” she says. “I never did it. So, pardon me if I’m not thrilled that this is about to be my first time.”
I’m stunned into silence. Of all the things I was expecting…
And yet, here we are in this position together. Shit.
“That changes very little,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
She stares at me for a moment. Maybe it’s shock that I’m still willing to go through with this. Whatever it is, it only lasts for a few seconds. Without another word, she pushes the thin straps down her shoulders and lets the nightgown fall to the floor.
Her body is pristine. Curved like an hourglass, beautiful, full breasts with dark nipples to contrast her ivory skin, rounded hips, and just a little bit of a belly hanging over her tiny white panties.
Maybe it’s been all the years without being in the presence of a beautiful woman, but my body responds immediately. My cock presses hard against the zipper of my slacks, aching to be released.
Old habits die hard as I watch her pull down her panties and step out of them. My sexual instincts are awake as I look at her and I realize that even though it’s been four years, nothing has been forgotten. I’ve always preferred to be in control in the bedroom. Her inexperience is making that a necessity now. This could be enjoyable for both of us.
“Lie down on the bed.”
She complies, sitting and then sliding up until her head is on the pillows. I start undoing my vest and dress shirt, taking in the natural beauty of her body. Just looking at the curves of her hips and her creamy white skin registers within me, warming my body the longer I look at her.
Her eyes widen as I take my shirt off, looking over my form with apprehension. “We’re going to do this properly,” I say to her. I walk over to her and run my hand over her soft belly, moving over the soft down of her pubic hair until my fingers slip between her thighs, slipping down over her moist lips. She gasps a little.
“I need to get you wet,” I say as I stroke her slowly. “Much wetter than this before you’re ready for me.”
She bites her lip as her thigh shivers slightly. “I’ve done this much before,” she says. “Being fingered is no big deal.”
“Is that so?” I say as I spread apart her inner lips and slip a finger inside her. She’s incredibly tight. I doubt I’ll be able to get another inside her before I claim her maidenhood. Her breath is starting to quicken, betraying her bravado. “The backseat of a car will be nothing compared to tonight.”
She’s getting wetter by the second. I lean into her, kissing her thighs as I massage her inner lips, alternating as I finger fuck her. She’s creamy on my fingertips as I move my fingers up to her clit. She flinches, shifting her hips away from me.
“Sorry,” she says. “You took me by surprise. No one’s ever touched me there before.”
I raise my eyebrows. I wonder if she’s ever had a moment of real pleasure in her life. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
Her brow knits together for a second, then she shakes her head.
I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her thighs apart. The sudden movement surprises her and she braces herself on the bed. “Keep your legs open,” I tell her. “And stay right where I put you, or I will tie you down.”
She nods, a little smile tickling the corners of her lips.
I kiss her down her thighs until I reach her creamy center. I trace her inner lips, licking away her sticky, sweet juices. She moans softly. They’re just little wisps of passion floating up to my ear.
I start to flick her clit with my tongue, and she twitches. I add a little pressure, moving it in slow little circles. Her moans get shaky, then muffled. I look up to see her burying her face in the pillow. I start gently sucking her clit and her legs start to shake.
“W–Wait,” she says, touching my shoulder. “It’s too much. I can’t take it…”
I slow down and with a final kiss of her thighs, I release her from the sweet torture. She lies panting before me. “That was… intense.”
