BATES
Lana wets her pretty lips and speaks plainly. “Being around you is the wettest I’ve ever been, Bates.”
My heart stutters in my chest.
I don’t think there’s a bigger compliment she could have given me, but she hasn’t done it out of an eagerness to please; she’s said it because it’s her truth.
She’s so beautifully honest andreal.
Her cheeks are indecently rouged as her hands clasp in front of her, and she gazes down at me with a helpless expression that makes me want to kiss her again and make it all better.
I beckon her closer and pull her face to mine, so I can lightly brush my lips against hers.
“You are impossibly wonderful, and I’m so glad to have met you,” I whisper against her lips.
She whimpers softly, and I lap it up. Literally. My tongue flicks at her lips, and she parts them with a soft sigh, allowing me to take her sweet, wholesome mouth the same way she’s going to let me take her fucking virtue.
I was basically a virgin myself the last time I popped someone’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I let some other asshole take advantage of this gorgeous girl. I don’t want to risk hersatisfaction by leaving it to someone else, and I don’t want her left feeling used when she should feel treasured and cared for. Something tells me she’s been missing out in the TLC department.
She’s beautifully transparent and generous with her heart, but she seems to believe her quirks and differences are wrong or annoying, and that they work against her in social situations. Maybe they have before, but I’m about to show her the opposite is true when it comes to us. And if she refers to herself in a bad way one more time, I may demand her parents’ contact details, so I can tell them personally how badly they’ve fucked up her self-esteem.
My fingers glide over her soft hair until I get to the tie holding her ponytail. I loosen the elastic before I slide it off as smoothly as I can, because I don’t want to hurt even a single hair on her head.
Once her long, wavy locks are free and she’s standing before me just as natural and perfect as a woman could possibly be, I lose my breath at the sight of her.
She’s everything I could ever dream of. Brave, direct, breathtakingly beautiful, andwayout of my fucking league — and she’s offering herself to me. She trusts me to handle her with care. Trusts that I understand she’s precious. Does she sense how much I want to shield her from the cruelty the world must project on her? Every part of me aches with a desire to keep her safe from harsh judgment forever, but she leaves tomorrow, so I’ll make the most of the time we have. If we only have this one night, then there’s not an inch of her I won’t have worshipped before it ends.
I pull her lips back to mine and try to impress upon her how much I enjoy her every little quirk. My hands roam over her skin as I attempt to commit the feel of her to memory for all the long, lonely nights ahead of me.
Her tits are glorious. Her frame is practically petite, but she has curves that more-than fill my palms. There’s a quiet strength and energy to her that suggests she’s active, but she doesn’t seem the type to spend hours at the gym each week — she’s softer than that. I can sink my fingers nicely into her flesh, granted the perfect grip on any part of her I want to hold.
My hands slide over her round ass, and she hums into my mouth. Her hard nipples press against my chest, and her hands roam over my body too. She traces the grooves between my muscles and sweeps her fingers up my spine, my neck, into my hair, and down again until every hair I have is standing on end and I’m tingling all over.
I haven’t been with someone new for a while, but I don’t remember ever feeling like this when a woman touches me. All my nerve endings are going haywire, and my skin is alive and electric.
“What are youdoingto me,” I rumble at her as I sow kisses down her neck and chest until I can take her nipple into my mouth and suckle to force another moan from her lips.
“Hopefully, the same incredible thing you’re doing to me,” she whispers as she sways a little and firms her grip on my shoulders. “Don’t fall over.”
I don’t know if she’s talking to me or herself, but her legs are definitely trembling as I slip my hand between them.
“I’ve got you,” I assure her as I take her ass in a firm grip with one hand and slide my other fingers through her ultra-slicked crease.
Cussing under my breath for what may be the millionth time tonight, I marvel at the wetness pouring out of her juiced-up little cunt. I explore her with more care than I had the first time — when I just… licked and fingered her without thinking twice. Virgin or not, I acted as if she was mine, and I should have taken it slow. I took her for granted.
My fingers slide easily, and I tease her swollen little clit. I watch her eyelids flicker shut and her eyelashes shiver against her cheeks. Her rouged lips are puffy from our kisses, and they’re pursed as she pants softly through them. I want to slide my cock between them so badly.
My balls are throbbing with need for her, and as I slowly push two fingers inside her pussy, I almost choke at how warm and snug she is.
My cock wants in.
Desperately.
And there’s no way it’s not going to stretch her to the point of discomfort.
I swallow roughly. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” she utters as she rocks into my hand to make my fingers fuck her.
