“You think?”
“Please,” she whispered.
As much as I would have liked to make her beg, it wasn’t the right time. No, she deserved a reward for trusting me. And I intended to do just that.
Placing one last kiss on the top of her thigh, my hands on her knees applied pressure again, pushing them apart. And apart. And apart until they were as far as they could go. Belle had one hand gripping the arm of the couch with white knuckles while the other was covering her face.
She was so adorable. I felt a surge of pride that she was trusting me even though she was clearly a little embarrassed by the idea. I knew that I needed to eat her out with such enthusiasm and effort that she became an instant fan of the practice and demanded it from any other partner lucky enough to grace her bed.
But then the thought of her with another man or woman made me burn again and a rumble sounded unbidden through my chest. She let out a little gasp at that, looking down at me uncertainly.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, kissing the inside of her thigh this time. “But I want to see all of you.”
She made a sound, as if she was going to ask me what I meant, but I just responded by reaching towards her underwear and tearing it down the middle. She let out a shocked noise but didn’t protest. Most likely she knew that I would replace them or give her the money to replace them on her own.
And then, finally, she was open to me.
She had a trimmed layer of hair over her mons and around her entrance, but most of her was hidden from me. I moved my grip on one of her thighs to lift it, then place it over my shoulder. The comforting weight of her settled, then I reached forward to part her flesh.
There, finally, I could see her lips, already glistening with her desire just how I hoped they would. Carefully, barely touching her, I slid a finger down her to see just how slick she was.
And man, if she wasn’t dripping for me. I felt my manhood jerk at that, practically straining against my pants, and at the same moment she bucked upwards into my finger.
“Oh my God, Michael.”
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, shifting forward so that I could place a single kiss to the top of her. She let out an absolutely wrecked gasp and jerked against me, the movement shoving her center right into my face.
“Sorry!” she yelped, settling.
But I just smiled, licking at the moisture along my chin. “Don’t be,” I rumbled. “I’ll be doing much more than that.”
I let myself have a single breath to enjoy the shock, arousal and confusion on her face before pressing right back into her. I let my tongue lick a long stripe up her, flat and wet, while my nose slid along that sensitive bud at her apex. Another jerk of her hips, and a shocked sort of sound escaping her lips. The hand that had been covering her face went to my hair, fingers burying themselves there, and that was when I really set in on her.
If someone ever asked me what heaven was, I was going to tell them that it was my head buried between Belle’s thick thighs. I could feel them trembling, one over my shoulder and the other straining against my hand that wasn’t holding her open. I was more than happy to have both of them pressed up against my ears as she came, but we weren’t there yet.
Not by a mile.
I kissed, licked and sucked at her, finding out the lay of the land, getting blood to flow down and fill the area. I had her whining and writhing and letting out the sweetest sounds before I felt she was ready for the next step. Sliding my mouth upward, I let the tip of my tongue circle around her clit just like I had her nipple, teasing it, letting it fill with sensation, before laving at it with the flat of my tongue directly.
“Fuck! Michael!”
Ah, I could listen to that all night. And with any luck, I would.
I played with her again for several moments, driving her mad, before sealing my lips over her clit and sucking lightly.
The shout that came out of her mouth was gratifying, and her other hand finally left the couch to bury itself in my hair right next to the other one. For once I was grateful for how annoyingly thick my black hair could be, if only because it gave her something solid to hold onto and egg me on further.
But since her hands were on the move, why shouldn’t mine be? I settled her other thigh on my shoulder as well, bracketing myself, and let a couple of my digits slide along her soaked entrance and lips before teasing at her entrance.
All of that was in a counterrhythm to what I was doing with my mouth, and she began to gyrate against my suction, practically weeping with need, pleasure and want. It was an intoxicating sound and I reveled in the fact that anyone she had before had missed out on the wonderful show she was giving.
When she gave a particularly strong thrust against my chin, whining in such a needy voice, I took that moment to slide a single finger into her, curling it to find that spongy sort of ridge that should be around her pelvic bone.
“Oh God, Michael, Michael!”
I almost groaned myself at her exclamation. She was so damn tight. It felt like she would snap my dick off if I even tried, she was clamping down so hard on my finger.
But that was alright. I was fine with working her over as long as she needed to make sure she could comfortably take me.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” I said, finally finding the spot and stroking it several times.
She nodded, her eyes completely hazy and her mouth open in her wanton pants. I returned to playing with that button of hers, letting my tongue slide over and under it, while a second finger slid inside of her.
It was a tight fit, and I could feel both of her thighs press against my head. So I stilled my movement and focused on my mouth until her pussy felt less like a vice and more like the soft, yet firm velvet that it was supposed to.
Carefully, of so carefully, I stretched her, getting her used to me. All the while, I never let up with my mouth, even as my jaw began to ache. I was like a man possessed, wanting her orgasm. Needing it. Craving it.
“Oh, Michael, I’m gonna… I think… fuck, fuck, fuck!” That was about all the warning I had before her thighs did indeed clamp onto my head, burying me between them as her hands pushed my face down into her. I took the pressure happily and picked up my pace on everything, beginning and all out assault on all of the fronts of pleasure I had a pulse on.
And just like that, pretty as any picture, she came undone around me. It was so much all at once a man could almost go dizzy from it. Her walls clamped down on me, twitching, pulsing, and my knuckles were coated with a gush of her slickness. Her whole body shook while a needy, keening and utterly beautiful sound echoed from her throat.
The moment lasted for several long, long breaths, as only a woman’s orgasm could, and I worked her through all of it until she winced away from me in over-sensitivity.
At that I stopped, pulling back by leaving a trail of kisses along the inside of one thigh, then the other, and slowly letting them down from my shoulders. I set them straight gently, rubbing to get the circulation back into them. Belle was swaying slightly, looking completely checked out of the room.
“Hey there,” I murmured after a few moments. “You still with me?”
She blinked several times before her gaze seemed to return to the reality that we were in. “Yeah, yeah I am.” Her tongue seemed heavy in her mouth, so I pulled away from her to grab one of the bottles of sparkling water in the fridge. She nearly tumbled at my absence, and I steadied her reassuringly.
“I’ll be back in just a moment, I promise.”
She nodded, looking around like she was seeing the room for the first time and I tried not to preen at how out of it she looked. Just going off her expression, I was beginning to think that I had just given her the best orgasm of her life.
My trip to and back from the fridge was quick. I screwed off the lid and held it up to her mouth. She seemed surprised at first, and I wondered if I should have gone with the plain water instead. However, she recovered quickly and with each swallow, she
seemed to become more lucid.
I waited until the bottle was half empty before pulling it away.
“So,” I said slowly, my voice pitched lower than usual. “I take it you liked that?”
She nodded, her face blushing vibrantly, but that contented expression faded and was replaced by one of guilt. Well, that didn’t seem good.
“Um… there’s something I should tell you,” she murmured, her eyes going to the floor.
Shit.
Definitely not good.
4
Anabelle
“What, you have a boyfriend or something?”
I blinked at Michael in surprise. He… he thought I was cheating? Well, I supposed I shouldn’t have phrased the statement the way I had. Thinking back to the previous second, it certainly did make me sound guilty.
“No, no, nothing like that. I mean, I did, but we broke up last week. I just-”
He caught my chin and his touch was like a shock to my system. After what he had done to me, it was so hard to think around him. Sure, I’d been interested in sex for the past year or two, but if I ever knew it felt as good as what I had experienced with my boss then I would have hopped on that bandwagon a whole lot earlier.
From the moment that his lips had crashed to mine, it felt like I had been swept off in an impossible, unstoppable wave of pleasure and excitement. Everything he did was exactly what I had never known my body wanted. I had always thought hickeys were stupid and childish, but the moment his teeth were on my neck I felt more alive than I ever had. Every lick, every kiss, launched me higher and higher out of myself until I felt like I was in space myself.
And then he’d… he’d… gone down on me like I was a goddamned filet mignon or something like that and I’d climaxed harder than I ever had in my entire life, even on my own. It was perfect, it was impossible, and yet there I was, swaying in the ecstasy of it all.
So when I came to, looking up at his face as he held a water bottle to my mouth, I realized that I was possibly leading him on. At least in a backhanded sort of way. No doubt he thought he was about to have a roll in the hay with a woman who might know at least a little of what she wanted, but I was a blank slate. And while some men got absurdly happy about bedding virgins, I knew there was an equal amount who didn’t want to deal with any of that mess and preferred someone who wouldn’t get overly attached.
Besides, did I want to lose my virginity to my own boss in a one-night stand? I was hard pressed to think of a more stupid thing to do.
But then he was speaking, and all that reason began to slide away. “I don’t care if I’m a rebound. In fact, I’m happy to help you get him out of your system, if you need.”
“No, I mean, that’s…” I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts out. Normally I was pretty unflappable, considering everything that had happened to me, but something about the man in front of me made my brain slide right out of my own head. “I, uh, I’ve never done this.”
He smiled, stroking my face. “One-night stands aren’t for everyone. I understand that. Or, do you mean a little harmless office fraternization?”
“Neither of those.” Wait that wasn’t right. “I mean both!” I heard myself make a flustered sound. “I mean anything! All of this is new to me and I feel like you should know that.”
He looked down at me and I felt like I could hear his thoughts clicking into place. “What exactly are you saying? I’m not sure I understand.”
Oh boy. It was now or never, wasn’t it? I would have much preferred the never, but it was what it was. “I mean that I’m a virgin, and that seems like something a good person would tell you in this situation, so this is me, trying to be a good person.”
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a laugh as he set the water bottle down. “Strange joke but-”
I caught his arm, squeezing firmly. “No. It’s not a joke. I am one hundred percent, completely serious.”
He turned back to me, studying my face intensely. “You’re kidding.”
“I believe I already made it clear that I’m not.” I tried to smile at him, to show him I was a bit bashful about the situation, but I was pretty sure that I just ended up bearing my teeth to him. “You’re the only person who’s ever touched me. Other than that, it’s been entirely making out and above the clothes caresses.”
He stared and then blinked, and then stared and blinked some more. “How is that possible?”
I shrugged. “Life, I guess. Small school, big girl. Moved to college and got way too busy. Got out of college and between finding a job and finding what it’s like to live completely on my own, and then starting a brand new relationship, there just wasn’t enough time to feel safe enough to try something like that.”
“What about your boyfriend. The one you just broke up with?”
Great, that was exactly what I wanted to talk about with the man who just had been eating me out like dessert. “I just wasn’t ready to take that step with him. When I walked in on him cheating on me, I realized that I was right about my trepidation.”
He was still staring at me like I had four heads in front of him. “But you’re ready to take that step with me? A complete stranger? Your boss?”
“I… I know it sounds weird, but yes. When you kissed me, it was like… I don’t know, there wasn’t any pressure or expectations from it. You’re just some really, really hot guy who for some reason wants to spend time with me and that’s it. I’m sorry if you feel tricked.”
He shook his head, like he was fitting puzzle pieces together. “Wait, you’re telling me this now because you feel like you tricked me?”
“Well,” I swallowed harshly. “I just know some people don’t want to sleep with a virgin because of inexperience, or because apparently we get attached, or it’s just too much pressure being someone’s first time, so I thought it would be pretty rude not to give you a chance to back out now.”
He took a step towards me, widening my legs so he could feel between them. I could feel his incredibly thick muscles against them, and my body started to flush with heat again. “So you weren’t telling me to explain why you wanted to stop?”
I shook my head, heart picking right back up again. “I don’t want to stop.” The way he was standing so close to me made me crane my neck up to look at him, but I didn’t mind. I like that he made me feel small. Protected. I felt like I had spent so much of my life being my own champion, and then my mothers, it was nice to have some of that pressure taken off. Even if it was only for one night. “Please?”
“Are you sure?” he asked, bending down so that his lips were only a breath from mine. “You don’t have to agree to anything you’re not ready for. You want to leave things here, then that’s fine. We can put on a movie and cuddle, or I can walk you to your car without a single complaint.”
“I want to keep going,” I said, reaching up to him and burying my fingers in that thick hair of his again. He was so damn attractive that I was still in disbelief that all of this was happening. He could have anyone wanted. He was a billionaire, a philanthropist and possibly the hottest man I had ever seen. I was just… well… me. “If you still want me.”
“I don’t see how I couldn’t want you,” he growled before crashing his lips to mine once more. It was heated and dominating and made me melt into him like my only lifeline. Perhaps it was completely bizarre, but I trusted him. He could have fired me the moment I slugged my coworker, but instead he treated me with respect and admiration. Then both of those had shifted into flirting, and attraction, and now I was so sloppy wet that I felt like I would implode on myself if he wasn’t inside of me soon.
Once more his hands slid under me and hauled me up. Despite the fact that it was the second time, I still let out a surprised squeak into his mouth, but he just chuckled as he walked me deeper into the penthouse.
I let him take me wherever the hell he wanted, not opening my eyes until he dropped me. I yelped -I couldn’t help it- but the startled exclamatio
n faded into a laugh as I bounced a couple of time on a very, very large and plush mattress.
I barely had time to settle before he was on me, kissing me everywhere, weight pressing into me. I could feel his hard, hot erection even through his trousers, pressing into my abdomen. He wanted me, he wanted me so viscerally that it was dizzying. A guy couldn’t fake that, or at least I was pretty sure he couldn’t, which meant it wasn’t a prank, or some sort of mistake. For some reason this gorgeous, rich and charming man desired me with all of his being.
He took one of my nipples into his mouth again and I arched up into him, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me, sending me deeper and deeper into the comforting pull of rapture.
My hands slid from his hair to his shoulders where I felt the fabric of his shirt. If I was going to lose my virginity to a one-night stand, I at least wanted to get as much eye candy as I could.
“You should take this off,” I said, tugging at the material.
“Oh?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Are you giving me an order?”
I smiled up at him, batting my eyes. “No, I’m asking very nicely. But,” I let one of my fingers trail to the top button, which I tugged perhaps a bit harder than I should have. “If you don’t, I’ll be real sad about it.”
He smirked and kissed the tip of my nose. “We don’t want that now, do we?”
“Nope. Not at all.”
He sat up, posting on his knees. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned each and every fastening, taking his time and exposing himself bit by bit to me.
He was pretty tanned, unlike me, making me wonder if there was Italian or maybe Latino somewhere in his family tree. It would certainly explain his amazing hair and the interesting shape of his burning green eyes.
But my mind quickly flew from family trees as his physique was revealed to me. The man was jacked. Every bit of him carved muscle that made me want to rub my thighs together to soothe the overwhelming ache in my center.
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