Fluff

by Jenika Snow

  And then he kissed me again, and again, and I got lost in the sensation, in everything that was Alfie. The feel of his mouth on mine was a heady reminder of all I’d been missing, of all the things I wanted with him for years. Being with Alfie right here, our feelings out in the open, finally being honest with him, was a reality I never thought I’d experience.

  He broke the kiss, and I gasped at the pleasure coursing through me. “That felt so good,” I whispered, surprised I’d been able to say anything at all.

  “Yeah, it really fucking did, baby.” He exhaled roughly, his hands still on my cheeks. “I’ve wanted to kiss you so many times. So many times, Daphne.” He sounded pained when he said those words.

  Before I knew what was happening, he had his hands on my waist and was pulling me impossibly closer, turning his body, and sitting down in the armless chair I’d just been in. I had my legs spread on either side of his waist, and as he settled back, I realized I’d never felt so intimate in my life.

  He watched me for long seconds, his heavy-lidded gaze trained on me, his face and body so masculine I couldn’t help but feel all female with him. He’d always made me feel so small in the grand scheme of things, like he was this caveman and he’d easily throw me over his shoulder and carry me off without breaking a sweat.

  He was definitely all man—that was for sure.

  “Daphne, God, baby.” He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek, and I found myself leaning into his palm. “I’ve never wanted anyone else. Never. You’re it for me, always have been and always would be.”

  My heart stuttered in my chest. “What if I’d said no?” Not like I would have.

  “I would have kept trying, showing you, convincing you that I could make you so fucking happy.”

  I knew he spoke the truth. I felt it, heard it in his voice, in the way he looked at me, touched me. “I would have never said no to you. Never,” I whispered honestly. “It’s only been you for me, Alfie.” He’d always been on my mind, the keeper of my heart.

  “The very thought of you not being in my life,” he said harshly and shook his head slowly, “it’s not something I ever want to think about, picture.”

  I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe after he spoke.

  Giving my body to Alfie, sharing my virginity with him, taking his, had excitement, anticipation, and lust slamming into me. There was no denying this was exactly what was supposed to happen.

  Chapter Ten

  Alfie

  Fuck, I could have come from just having Daphne on my lap, feeling her legs spread on either side of my thighs, her chest rising and falling because she was nervous.

  I’d never been so ready, so fucking hard, and my arousal only went as far as needing Daphne, so that was saying a hell of a lot.

  I reached up, my hand shaking from how much I anticipated this, and wound my fingers through her silky soft hair. I should be gentle, but right now, I was losing my fucking mind with need. I pulled her forward, and this little gasp left her. Our mouths were nearly touching, but I held off, made us both suffer in the best of ways.

  “The fact that you’ll be my first, that I’ll be yours…” I rested my head against hers, closing my eyes and trying to gather my thoughts, my self-control. I shook my head. “It’s all I’ve thought about for so long. Hell, I could come just picturing it, Daphne.” I pulled back, and seeing the way her eyes widened slightly, hearing and feeling her breath rush out of her, told me she was right there with me and liked hearing what I had to say. “The things I want to do to you,” I said out loud, meaning to keep that shit to myself.

  “Like what?”

  Fuck, she wanted to hear those filthy fucking things? “Like how I jerk off thinking about you, picturing what you taste like between your legs.” I closed my eyes and groaned. “I swear I can taste you on my tongue.”

  I tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act, because I was getting strung even tighter.

  “What else?” she asked on a whisper.

  I clenched my jaw impossibly tight, trying to tell myself over and over again I had to take my time. I’d wanted this for so long that I felt everything spiraling out of control in the best of ways. “Do you really want to know?”

  She licked her lips and nodded, looking like she… anticipated hearing what I had to say.

  “I’d picture you spread out on my bed, nothing covering those luscious curves of yours. You’d be so ready for me, Daphne. So fucking ready.” I swallowed roughly. “I’d tell you to spread for me and you would right away. There’d be a pretty wet spot on the bed, because your pussy would be soaking.”

  She gasped and I groaned. I was being a filthy fucker right now, but I knew she liked it.

  And I loved it.

  “You sure you want to hear more?”

  “Yes,” she said right away and leaned in the barest inch. I wanted to kiss her again, over and over until we were both drunk off the sensations.

  “I’d have you reach between your legs and spread your pussy lips, showing me how wet and pink you really are. Then I’d lean in and drag my tongue through your folds.”

  She squirmed on my lap, and I knew she was getting worked up by what I said. Hell, I was so damn hard I knew my cock dug into her, probably uncomfortably.

  I moved one hand to her waist, keeping her close, and had the other one on her nape. I wanted to jerk her forward and claim her mouth, but I was transfixed by her eyes, how her pupils were so dilated, how her eyes were so big as she watched me with a desire-laced expression.

  And I was being bold right now, so fucking bold as I used the hand I had on her waist to start rocking her back and forth on me, moving her pussy along my cock. I could feel her heat, and my cock jerked in response. Daphne put her hands on my shoulders, curled her fingers into my flesh, and I bit off the growl that would have spilled forth.

  And as the seconds moved by with me rocking her, guiding her movements, I realized she was now doing them herself. Daphne was moving back and forth on me, rubbing her sweet pussy along my denim-clad cock. Fuck, I wanted our clothes gone.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” I said and leaned fully back, watching her find her pleasure.

  I had no doubt she could feel exactly how hard I was for her, how much I needed to be buried deep in her body. Fuck, those thoughts, those images, could have had me coming before I even got to experience them.

  We were both breathing so hard, almost frantically, like we’d ran a marathon.

  I strained to gather my control.

  “But the truth is, I’m about to come just feeling you rock on me, just watching the pleasure morph your expression. And knowing how you’d feel clenching around me, actually feeling how wet and hot you are, I don’t know how I’d last, baby.” I lifted my hips slightly, pressing my erection against her panty-covered pussy. Her skirt had ridden up, and with her legs spread over my thighs, I had an unobstructed feel of all that goodness between her legs.

  Shit, what I wouldn’t give to be buried in her right now. She ground down against me, and I grunted and closed my eyes, the feeling of her almost too much. I opened my eyes again. “I’d lick you until you came all over my mouth, sucked on your little clit as you pulled my hair.” I was desperate for her.

  “God, Alfie,” she whispered and tossed her head back, her eyes closed, her throat moving up and down as she swallowed. She moved on top of me a little faster.

  I didn’t tear my gaze from her face. I needed to see her get off while doing this, while rubbing herself on me. I fucking needed it.

  “Daphne. Yes, baby. Fuck yes.” I ground out those words, finding it pretty damn hard to even say them. My cock was this steel rod between my thighs, my tip soaked with pre-cum. “Daphne, give it to me.”

  “Give you what?” she whispered as she stared at me wide-eyed, and although she stated it like a question, she knew what I meant, what I wanted.

  “I want to watch you get off like this. I want to see your pleasure as you come for me.” I gripped her
waist with both my hands and started rocking her back and forth faster, harder.

  Back and forth.

  Faster. Adding more friction.

  I hated that we wore clothes, but soon… soon, we’d be naked, and I’d be balls-deep in her tight little pussy. I stared into her face, watching pleasure morph across her expression.

  Yes. That’s what I want to see.

  “That’s it, Daphne.” I was breathing so damn hard, and my heart was beating like a fucking freight train.

  It didn’t matter that I had absolutely no sexual experience, that Daphne was my first, would forever be my only. I knew what I wanted to do with my girl.

  I wanted to fuck her, make love to her in the dirtiest of ways.

  And I knew the exact moment she came for me. Her face shifted to one of ecstasy, of pure, unadulterated desire.

  And it was all for me.

  Only me.

  She had her head tossed back again, the long fall of her dark-blonde hair fanned out behind her. Her hands were still on my shoulders, her nails biting painfully—fucking erotically—into my skin. I hissed, wanting more.

  And as I watched her get off for me, my mouth parted on its own. I was holding off from coming, trying my hardest not to orgasm. It was long seconds of getting lost in her pleasure that she finally relaxed against me. I slid my hand up her back and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at me, pulling her closer.

  I slammed my mouth on hers, kissing her until she moaned for me, until she rested fully against me. I stroked my tongue along hers, plunged it into her mouth, and made this guttural sound when she sucked on it.

  Daphne pulled back, her pupils still dilated, her body still strung tight from her climax. “Alfie, let’s take this into the bedroom.”

  My breath stalled as I let her words sink in. I pulled back and looked at her mouth, loving that her lips were red, swollen, and a light, glossy sheen covered them from our kiss. I couldn’t help but lift my hand so I could run my finger over her bottom lip, pulling the flesh slightly down, growing harder by the second as I watched the lip bounce back into place as I let it go.

  I came alive even more.

  “More, Daphne,” I groaned against her lips.

  “I need you,” she said. “I need you now.”

  Fuck, I would never deny her anything, and sure as hell wouldn’t deny her me.

  “Now, Alfie. I need you now,” she whispered again, and I felt my cock jerk.

  I cupped her nape, pulled her in close, and claimed her mouth again. I wasn’t going to deny either of us any longer. I was surprised I’d lasted this long without coming in my jeans and knew if I tried to wait to have her, I’d be pushing my luck.

  Her breasts were pressed right to my chest, her nipples hard enough I felt them through my shirt.

  She started moving her hips back and forth against me without me asking her to do it, despite the fact that the words had been right at the tip of my tongue. I pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss. With my hands on her hips, I let her take the lead.

  I ran my tongue over first her top lip and then her bottom. She moaned and opened wider for me, and I deepened the kiss, mouth fucking her until she moaned over and over again.

  And when she pressed down on me and let out this sexy-as-hell moan, my control snapped, just fucking broke in half.

  I stood, keeping my hands on her waist to steady her. I led her to my room, not about to wait any longer. My mouth went dry, and my cock throbbed, and I felt my balls draw up with my impending orgasm. I needed to bury myself in her, fill her up.

  Once we were in my room, I turned and faced her. I breathed out slowly. “I need to go slow, not just for you but for me. I’ll come before this has even started, baby.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

  Christ. I’m hard.

  I was about to devour her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Daphne

  God, I couldn’t breathe. I was surprised I could even stand up straight right now. My knees felt weak, my legs like pudding.

  And the way Alfie looked at me… his expression was one of possession, crazed even. He stared at me like he wanted to devour me, like he hadn’t eaten in forever and I was the best-looking thing on the menu.

  I wasn’t scared of losing my virginity, not really, wasn’t embarrassed that we’d be naked sooner rather than later, but I was nervous.

  I’d never been naked for a man before, so the very thought of shedding this “protective” layer I had around myself, figuratively and literally, terrified me. But the way Alfie watched me, I knew he was aroused, that he liked what he saw. I didn’t feel a need to shy away, to shield myself. Because I knew he’d love me no matter how I felt, no matter what others thought.

  Having sex for the first time with the only person I’d ever wanted had tingles of anticipation racing throughout my entire body. I felt drugged, dizzy from the aftereffects of my arousal, from my climax.

  “Fuck, Daphne,” he groaned and stepped closer to me. “You look good enough to eat.” He scanned my body up and down, his eyes hooded, the light above us dim and casting this low, earthy glow around the room. “Will you let me, baby?”

  I didn’t need to ask what he meant. I knew. When I nodded, he made a sound that was part animalistic.

  “I want to taste you, see if you’re as silky against my tongue as I’ve always imagined.”

  Before I knew what was happening, Alfie was undressing, and all I could do was stand there and watch all that hard muscle being displayed. He was big and strong. He was all mine.

  He was right in front of me, and instantly, and before I could say anything, Alfie was tearing at my clothes. I did nothing but stand there and let him get me naked. And I loved it, yearned for his naked flesh pressed up against me.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. He walked us backward, and I felt my legs bump up against the mattress. We fell back, Alfie on top of me, my legs spreading on their own. I felt the heavy weight of his cock nestled between my thighs. God, he was so big, thick and huge. Finally feeling him against me, his hardness to my softness, had everything in me stilling but then lighting up like fireworks.

  I was wet—soaked, in fact. The feeling of his massive length sliding against my sensitive folds had these little mewls coming from me before I could stop myself.

  “That’s…. I love those sounds you make for me.”

  He made a low sound deep within his chest, his mouth on my throat, his teeth and tongue ravishing me there. I was so ready to feel the stretch and burn I knew he’d give me, to feel him breaking my hymen and claiming it as his. I was seconds away from begging for just that as I felt his big, hard body fully pressed against mine.

  “Baby,” he groaned as he licked a path up the side of my neck. “Tell me, show me, Daphne baby, exactly where you want me to make you feel good.” His voice was this harsh grunt, a noise that had everything in me tightening. “Show me, let me see where you want me.” He dug his dick harder against my pussy, and I gasped.

  “Everywhere, Alfie. I want you everywhere,” I said instead of showing him, but it didn’t seem like that bothered him. In fact, the low sound he made told me he liked hearing that just fine.

  “A part of me wants to prolong this, but another part, a stronger one, knows I can’t.”

  I felt like my entire body would burn me alive.

  Fuck me.

  He stared at me in the eyes as he slowly thrust against me, as he brought my pleasure to the brink where I thought I’d fall over. “I know what you want, Daphne, and I’m going to give it to you tenfold.” He leaned in and licked the side of my throat again. “I can’t get enough of the taste of you.” His warm breath fanned along my sensitive skin. “It’ll be fucking perfect.” He ran his tongue along the arch of my neck, and I tipped my head back to give him better access. He moved away, and I moaned in disappointment.

  He was so big. All man.

  “I’ve never been this wet, Alfie.”

  He growled, cl
osed his eyes, and I could see the way his jaw worked overtime. He was gritting his teeth, the sound filling my head. He looked almost pained. “Baby, you can’t say that stuff.” He opened his eyes and pierced me with an intense stare. “If you keep saying that stuff to me, I’ll come on your stomach.”

  Oh. God.

  Heat rose in me like never before.

  “God, you’re so damn pretty when you blush.”

  I lay there with him between my thighs, not moving, not even breathing as he looked his fill of me. And God, he was so looking his fill.

  “No one holds a candle to you.”

  I finally took a stuttering breath. He didn’t move for a long while, just let his gaze roam over my naked body. I was bared for him, every part of me on display for his viewing pleasure. And then he reached down, grabbed his shaft, and started stroking himself.

  I felt my heart jump into my throat as I watched him jerk off. My pulse pounded in my ears. Alfie’s dick was… huge. And the crown was slightly wider than the rest of his length, a dot of pre-cum at the tip, the clear fluid sliding down the vein that ran along the underside of his cock.

  He stroked himself in lazy movements, his focus on my pussy. “I’m going to tear you up in the best way.” He slid his gaze to my face then, licked his lips, and I could practically see the filthy images he thought about. “I want to be inside you so fucking badly.”

  I sucked in a deep breath, my body on the verge of exploding for him. “Then let’s stop talking.”

  And then he had his mouth on mine, fucking me with his lips and tongue. There was no other word to describe what he was doing. My inner muscles clenched, needing something big and substantial inside me… something like Alfie’s big dick.

  “I’m ready,” I whispered.

  I’d never wanted anything more. I’d never been readier for Alfie than I was at that moment.

  Chapter Twelve