by Dani Wyatt
Her cheeks ripen, a sultry giggle purrs before she speaks. “I don’t think I’m going to have a problem with that first orgasm.” Her voice is husky, thick with lust and I’m ready to give her the world but then she tops it with a wistful giggle. “I think I really want your mouth down there. Like now...”
I’m out of the gate and tugging her matching yellow panties off her feet. I note her toenails are painted pink with little white polka dots and it makes me even harder seeing that delicate innocence painted there.
I have to fight the urge to suck the wetness from the dark spot in the crotch of her panties, but I want my first taste to be straight from her. I take a second to tear off my t-shirt. I want as much of my flesh touching her as I can right now. I kiss my way up her leg, from ankle to knee, then downhill toward the pink heaven that is decorated with a light trace of dark hair. It’s so beautiful, my balls nearly raise the white flag right there.
She opens her legs another few inches for me, a shy smile on her lips. The combination of her naïve, trusting nature and this sultry vixen is more than I could have wished for.
“Kiss me... like you said you would,” she whispers, her hands resting on my shoulders.
A flood of emotion catches me off guard as I look at her, sitting here, spread wide and soaking wet. The light in the room reflects off the dew on her lips and in the dark curls surrounding her pussy.
Her scent wraps me in a lust-filled haze as I nearly fall down, open-mouthed, to take my first taste.
I don’t kiss my way around, I can’t, there will be time for gentle loving later. I’m here to give her all of me and take all of her. I enter her with my tongue, slipping inside her in a full thrust, letting her know without a doubt that I am claiming what is mine.
Her body arches into my mouth and I slide my hands to her inner thighs, pushing her even wider, as I grunt and moan along with her. I bring my thumbs to hitch inside her outer lips, opening her like a flower for me. She gushes on my tongue and I’m utterly lost in her glorious, sweet flavor.
The slick softness of her opening has me shaking and greedy for more. I may be a virgin, but I sure did my studying, so I fuck her with my tongue a few times, feeling the tightness there before I slowly lick my way up. I’m discovering the textures of her, the folds, and finally the hard nub that I devour with kisses and gentle bites. Her hips come alive to ride my face with such uninhibited sexuality, I’m the happiest man on the planet.
I want her like this more than anything. Wanting me, taking the pleasure that only I will give her. Ever. No one will ever touch her but me. I inhale deeply as the flat of my tongue works her clit. I know that’s where the magic happens, and that’s all that is important right now.
I feel her body tighten, feel her heels press into the sofa as my hands move down to cup her ass and hold her hard against my raging mouth.
She’s quivering and making sounds that tell me she’s close. I don’t retreat, even as her hands tear into my hair. She’s yelling about God and Griffin and please and thank you, and I want to hear those sounds for the rest of my life. My face is covered in her scent and I’m desperate to find my own relief as my cock barks at me like a chained dog from below.
A gush of her sweet nectar floods my mouth. I center my lips on her clit and suck, pinching gently and working it with my tongue at the same time. I swallow every drop I can get, wishing I could put my greedy mouth over her opening and have her just cum right down my throat like a river.
I lift her hips up roughly, taking a moment to admire what’s mine. Her clit is swollen, her lower lips open and soaking.
“I want you like this forever. I’d wear you around on my face if I could. I’ll never get enough, Wildflower. Never.” I’ve waited so long, and it’s more perfect than I could have imagined.
My mouth takes over, ravaging her, there is nothing gentle left and I eat her until her voice breaks and her fingernails score the flesh on my forearms as her nails dig in, desperate to pull me closer inside her.
Her body tightens, her hands move to pull at my hair as she cums with my name on her lips. Over and over she calls it to the ceiling as her soft thighs close tight over my ears, holding me as I work inside her until her body goes slack and her beautiful moans subside.
I only pull away because there are things I need to say. I look into her eyes, still at half-mast as she breathes heavily. I’ve already decided, one way or the other, I’m staying here or she’s coming back to Germany with me. The details of how that’s going to happen may not be clear, but no way am I leaving her here.
“No one else will ever touch you but me, Wildflower. No one. Your cum is mine. Your pussy is mine. You are mine. I have no words to tell you what this feels like for me, I can only tell you that you belong to me. You’ll never be alone again. I need to be the one that takes care of you, the one you come to when you are happy or sad or mad. Me. I need to be that person. Do you understand?” My voice is husky, my throat tight. I’m not thinking about the words, they just come, and the truth there is almost more than I can stand.
She’s breathless but a smile dances on her plump lips. Her eyes are drifting a bit, and the flush on her alabaster skin makes her glow. “I understand.” It’s all she can manage as I settle her ass back down on the sofa, leaning forward to give her drenched pussy lips soft kisses.
“I grabbed you pretty hard, Wildflower. I think you are going to be wearing some bruises from my death grip on your ass.”
I come up slowly until we are face to face, and she licks her bottom lip as I brush a few renegade hairs from where they became caught in her curved, dark lashes.
“I loved it. I love that you handled me like that. I felt taken.”
“You are taken, don’t ever forget it.” I smile, my face covered in her. My mouth is still full with her sweet flavor. “You want to taste your cum?”
She nods with a shy smile. “Then, maybe I can taste yours too.”
That’s all it takes. She pulls my face to hers and I cum in my pants. My orgasm shakes me so hard I barely remember our kiss. It tightens my toes and rushes up through my body like a hurricane. An orgasm that tops any other. I groan into her mouth as I share her taste with her. My cock hasn’t even touched her yet and I see fucking stars. My perfect girl has some voodoo working on me and that just makes me the happiest man in the world.
C H A P T E R T H I R T E E N
TALIA
If it is physically possible to glow, I’m doing it right now.
I throw my arm over my eyes, breathing in while I count to ten, trying to make sure this is real. I feel like I’m floating, the muscles in my inner thighs are quivering uncontrollably.
With a deep sigh, I turn my head to look toward the open bedroom door. Griffin disappeared through it just a minute ago to go downstairs and get me some water. He said I need to hydrate. He’s probably right, because from the amount of lady lube that came out of me as a result of all the things he’d done with his fingers and his mouth, I’m surely dehydrated by now.
It’s dark outside, but the room is soft from the light of the lamps on my bedside tables, and I can read the time on the clock on my dresser. 10:12 p.m. We’ve been here in my bedroom for three hours and I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had. Our start on the couch downstairs was just the pre-show.
Griffin carried me upstairs and continued his oral magic until I begged him to stop. He’s trying out everything and anything he’s thought of in all his celibate years, and let me just say I’m one lucky girl. There isn’t a spot on my body that his lips, fingers and tongue have not touched.
My eyes settle on the cardboard box next to my alarm clock and a sinking feeling hits me in the pit of my stomach.
Why is it so impossible to shake the years of programming from my father? I’m suddenly angry. Griffin and I have just spent hours doing things I know would send me to hell in my father’s eyes, but not one moment of it felt wrong. Until right now.
The package from yesterd
ay contained a bible with Dad’s highlighting and notes sprinkled throughout, and a book of prayer, along with a twenty-page manifesto scrawled in his messy handwriting, sent to remind me of all the dangers of the outside. He’d said he’s been incarcerated for just over a week, and he didn’t once say anything about Mom nor how he missed me.
He just kept going on about how a young girl like me is prime for being used and manipulated. Telling me all the things men want from a woman, that sex is a necessity only for procreation, and it is never to be done before marriage. I shake my head on the pillow and try to get his voice out of my head. I won’t let him ruin this.
Please, just don’t let this be a joke. Don’t let my father be right. I can handle anything but that.
Did I ever expect to do these things with a man so fast? No.
But with Griffin it feels so right. If you think of how much we’ve talked since we started talking, it’s a lot. I know him, right?
He would never hurt me. He would never use me. I’ll ask him about that picture on Amanda’s phone, but I know there is a reasonable explanation. The way he talks to me, the things he says, I don’t just hear the words, I feel them, and that is something you can’t fake.
Even a naive, unworldly girl like me can tell if a man is lying about something like that. I have to let my insecurities go. Those lingering thoughts that tell me a man like him would never fall for a girl like me.
A weirdo. Yeah, that girl.
“Hey, you. Sorry it took me so long. Zeus had to go outside.” Griffin’s body is beyond amazing. He strides in from the hall with a tall glass of water. When he reaches the edge of the bed and sits, he reaches over with his free hand to gather up the pillows then he sweeps his fingers under the back of my neck. Applying gentle pressure there, lifting my head until I’m sitting up a few inches. As quick as lightning, he’s got a pile of pillows perfectly arranged around me, and then he glides the cool glass of water to my lips.
“Drink this.”
I do and it’s the best drink of water I’ve ever tasted. My body feels new, like it’s been awakened, and I don’t imagine I will ever be quite the same after this. Which makes me wonder how I will feel after we’ve done more.
I already feel achy, like I want him inside me. If his tongue and fingers were just the pre-game, I can’t even imagine what it will feel like to have his cock inside me. I never thought that would really be a thing for me, but it is. I want that. I want him. It’s all very strange and exhilarating.
“You took him outside? Dressed like that?” He’s completely naked and he’s the sort of man that’s hard to miss even dressed. It’s not just his sheer size, but the masculine energy he gives off. His face is slightly uneven, a bit rough here and there, the scar on his lip only making him more attractive. Those little imperfections add something that makes him irresistible.
“I managed to find a towel to cover the beast. Didn’t want to scare away the only neighbors you have.”
I watch the way his muscles tighten and soften under his skin as he sits on the bed. His chest is covered in a light dusting of coarse black hair. His eyes are set deep under his forehead. He’s every inch a man. A bit of a caveman really, I’ll admit, going by the square lines of his jaw and the slightly jutting forehead. But a beautiful, gorgeous man.
“Hey, you need to get some curtains on your windows. I didn’t notice it when I came in earlier, I was a little distracted by the sight of you, but anyone can see in. We need to take care of that. I don’t want anyone looking in and seeing you. Especially if I’m not here.”
“I know. I took the curtains down that were here when I came back. They were so old and made the place feel sad.” I take another sip of the glass as he tips it toward my lips. “Thank you for the water. And for everything else.”
“Well, you are welcome for the water, but don’t ever thank me for the ‘everything else.’ You’re the one giving me the gift. The greatest gift I’ve ever gotten in my life.” He leans in to kiss my wet lips and takes the glass back to set it on the nightstand. His cock is still hard, tall and weeping at the tip. I sweep the pad of my finger over the clear liquid and he winces and gasps as I bring it to my lips, painting it on like sex-flavored lip gloss.
“I want it.” I pout. I’ve already discovered the kind of power I have with him. Like this. It’s intoxicating to know that someone you want wants you back even more. The feeling is unlike anything I could have imagined.
“Wildflower, I’m a patient man, but I can only take so much.”
“You’ve turned me into a monster in one night. I thought it would be different, you know? More fumbling and quieter. No words, just you doing this and me holding my breath wondering what would come next. But I feel so perfect. The way you made me talk to you. The things you said to me, all the weeks of talking and emailing. It’s like this is just the most natural next step. And then there’s the next, next step.” I bob my eyebrows as his cock visibly twitches. “I want you to be as happy as you’ve made me.”
He shakes his head. “Not tonight though. I just wanted to touch you, taste you and be next to you. The fact that you made me cum twice wasn’t even in my plans. It was all about you tonight. Tomorrow we’ll do more. I want it to be perfect for you. I surprised you by showing up here today and I need to get things in order tomorrow. I have to get a new phone, go to the office and get a new laptop. And if you’ll have me, I want you surrounded by every beautiful thing I can find when we are together for the first time. Don’t forget, it’s my first time too and I want us both to remember it for the rest of our lives.”
“So now what?” I trace a finger down the valleys around his abs and back up, fascinated with his body. How hard it is, the sculptural forms of his muscles. I never dreamed I would ever get to touch a man that looks like this.
“Well, I looked in your refrigerator while I was down there.” Griffin gives me a playful scowl. “You need to eat, and there is absolutely nothing worth eating here. So we can order if you like... or do you want to go out? It’s kind of late.”
“It’s not late for me. You know, with working at the restaurant I get home around now at the very earliest unless I’m on lunch shift. Besides, didn’t you say Derrick wanted to go to meet up?” I sort of like the thought of going out on a date with him and meeting the people in his life. He makes me feel beautiful and I want to feel that way out in public with him. I never thought I would have this and now I want it all.
He crawls over me, locking his arms on the sides of my hips and staring at me with those caveman eyes until I melt into a puddle of goo.
“What?” I manage between the heart palpitations and doing my best to not let the drool run down my chin. His eyes look straight into mine until I get the feeling I’m spinning and falling at the same time.
“It’s just, I want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you with anyone else yet.” The muscles in his shoulders quiver and wave under his skin as he holds himself up. A goofy smile twists his full lips. The lips that have been on my body for the last several hours. “But at the same time, I also want to show you off. I want the whole town to know you’re mine. I’m ready to go public if you are. What do you think? Yes? Or, no?” He shakes his head again, bringing his mouth down to brush at my sore nipples. “Never mind, I’m going to keep you all to myself. We don’t need to eat; we can live on each other.”
“But fooooooood.” All the orgasms and other activities seem to have multiplied my hunger by a thousand. I’d love to just stay in with Griffin, but there is a burning emptiness rumbling around in my stomach. I know he’s only kidding, but I’m hungry, and my ‘h-u-nger’ is quickly turning to ‘h-a-nger’ and I don’t want him to necessarily see that ugly side of me on our first official night together. The hangry me can get real ugly real fast.
“Yes. Okay, food.” He kisses the soft curve of my belly just under my belly button and makes a soft hum that has me closing my eyes and floating away again. “Where’s your phone, Wildflower?
I’ll text Derrick. See if he can meet us there in a half hour.”
“It’s in my purse, in the kitchen.” I release the words on slow sighs as his torso moves higher and his tongue starts to paint circles around my nipples.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to start the shower. I want to be with you in there before we go. I want to wash your hair for you, too.” He throws me a sad glance when I start to laugh. “It’s one of a million things I’ve thought of doing with you, so just let me have my little fantasies, even the simple ones. I’ve spent a lot of time with you in the shower in my mind. It’s time you joined me in real life for once.”
“Are you sure you can handle that?” I giggle as the tip of his cock drips another few drops of cum and he reaches down to give it a few slow strokes. It flutters my belly watching him handle himself like that. So confident and unashamed, tension gathers in my core as I stare mesmerized at the movement of his giant hand on his cock.
“Yes. You need to be fully nourished and get some sleep tonight. Tomorrow will be our day, Talia. I’ll live until then. Barely, but I’ll live.”
He leaves me, popping up off the bed and into the bathroom. The sound of water in the shower drifts out, then I hear him taking the steps downstairs two at a time.
In the shower, he gently soaps my body, pulling my back into his chest, his hands roaming freely down the front of me until I sink into bliss. He washes my hair, talking into my ear until I’m near orgasm just from his husky, filthy talk.
When he starts to whisper all kinds of dirty things involving my cunt, I’m gone. Who would have thought that little word, a word I used to think was so horrible, is now one of my favorites? My, how things do change.
He finishes me off with his mouth, bringing me two orgasms with his fingers and his tongue before we are dressed and out the door on our first official date.
C H A P T E R F O U R T E E N
GRIFFIN