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She shakes her head, eyes cast down.
I guide her chin up, meeting her big blue eyes. “I am fine.” I bring my fingertips to her chest—she watches the movement, her lips folding inwards—and trail down, cupping her breast. Her eyes bounce between each bruise on my skin.
She’s the most perfect woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper, peeling the corset further away.
She relaxes, gentle hands resting on my shoulders. “Kain, I don’t want…” She ceases her sentence.
“Don’t want what?” I urge, running a gentle thumb over her cheek.
“I… I don’t want you to marry her.”
My heart races with her confession. I don’t want to think about it. She doesn’t want to think about it. But whenever any reminder of my future arises, it’s hard not to.
“I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen,” I tell her softly. Power that I don’t have.
“I believe you,” she whispers. She takes me in for a few seconds before soft lips meet a purple bruise on my stomach with a gentle kiss, then another, and another. “Take me, please,” she finally whispers after kissing every one she can see.
I’m on her in an instant, pulling her dress all the way off, to reveal the matching red and black lace panties she’s wearing. It awakens a new feeling inside me, something starved, untamed. I grab her, swiftly lying her down on the bed and a squeak breaks out. I slide down to eye level with her hips, placing a gentle kiss on her hip bone as my heart races with anticipation for what I’m about to do next. I brush my lips towards her panty line and gently grab them with my teeth.
She pulls in a breath.
Neither of us have gone down on each other yet. This is as close as I’ve been. I’d like to think I’m getting better at knowing what she likes, but I’m nervous. So is she because I can hear her rapid panting as I slowly pull the silk material down. When I reach her knees, I tug them off the rest of the way with quivering fingers.
She’s watching me intently, eyes blinking rapidly.
My eyes land on her glistening pussy. My dick is so fucking painful, but I refrain from touching myself. I’ve never done that in front of her… what if she thinks it’s weird?
“Kain,” she says quietly, grabbing my attention. “I-I don’t think I’m ready yet… for… that.”
“Okay.” I nod frantically, immediately climbing on top of her and leaning on my elbow, smoothing stray strands of hair behind her ear. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” I pause, willing my brain to calm down. “Can I ask why?”
The heat of her cheeks is palpable from here. “I’m just… I don’t know.” She giggles uncomfortably. “I wouldn’t know how to do it… for you?”
I shake my head, chuckling. “This is for you, little devil, not for me. I want to make you feel good.” Heat rushes to my own cheeks now. “But I can wait if you’re not ready.”
She kisses me in response before pushing me to my back and straddling me, her wet centre already seeping through the expensive material of my slacks making me forget all about our first awkward moment.
Reconnecting our lips, she kisses me hungrily and I put every ounce of my love for her into the kiss as she fumbles to undo my belt. She pulls off my trousers, then reappears back above me, her hair perfectly mussed from our kiss. Her tits sway in front of my face, so I grab a handful and guide the hard nipple into my mouth, swiping my tongue across it, which elicits the sweetest moan from her.
I thrust into her through my boxers and she meets me in the middle, grinding her wet pussy onto me, soaking the cotton. I sit up, snaking my arm round her lower back and pressing her harder into me, trying to get an ounce of reprieve from the painful swelling of my member.
“Have you got condoms?” She sighs.
I hum a throaty “Mm” in response, moving over to her other breast while palming the one now wet from my saliva. A baby would be disastrous for us.
She peels herself away from me and I slap her ass as she leans over to the side to grab a condom out of my bedside table, making her chuckle as she hurriedly rips open the packet. She lifts onto her knees, and I use the space to pull my boxers off. Without warning, she rolls the condom onto me and grips my shoulders. Body trembling with impatience, she slams herself down onto me, her tight pussy wrapping around me like a vice.
“Fuck,” I moan out. “What’s the rush, Jordie?” I laugh.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she moans, eyes rolling back.
Having sex once was enough to ignite this ever-glowing spark between us, but I wanted to make sure she was one hundred percent certain. Neither of us believe the bullshit spewed at church, but getting caught is on neither of our lists.
She grinds on me slowly, causing me to groan and my hips to shift upwards of their own accord. Grabbing hold of her soft hips, I shuffle us backwards to the headboard and thrust into her when I find purchase. That’s all it takes for me to continue driving into her relentlessly, gripping her and keeping her in place. “I think about you all the time.”
I press my thumb onto her clit, actively taking in her face to make sure I’m hitting the right spot, but my thrusts slow when she says, “Wait, wait, wait” and guides me slightly higher. I resume rubbing small, tight circles, which causes her to arch her back. “Yes, right here,” she pants, rolling her hips in tandem with mine.
My spine tingles as tightness slowly spreads. I wanted to take my time with her, but when she looks and feels like this, I can’t. I bring my thrusts to a steady rhythm, blowing out calming breaths. My perfect little deviant isn’t done yet, and there’s no way I’m finishing before her.
