by Dani Wyatt
I press my hips into her, desperate to feel any part of her body against my raging hard-on. “Do you feel that?” Her body is flush against mine, and if I’m feeling the heat coming from between her legs, I’m sure she’s feeling the thick rod nearly kicking its way upward past my belt, pushing into her softness.
“It’s hard to miss.” A soft giggle puffs out between the gaspy, excited breaths. “No innuendo intended.”
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Constance. I’m giving you the lead here, pull us back if you need to, because I’m not sure I can.”
“I don’t want to pull back. I can’t explain it, but from that moment yesterday when you were looking at me from the other side of the riding ring, I had this stupid thought.” Her eyes fall from mine and she shakes her head. “Never mind.” She releases this little regretful sigh.
“None of your thoughts are stupid. Tell me.”
“I thought that you were the man I’d like to be with my first time. I knew who you were before that, but I’d never met you. Never in real life. Then when I saw you looking at me, my stomach did things it’s never done before, other parts of me did too and I had that thought. Not even a thought really, more like a daydream all captured in a few seconds. I imagined you making love to me. I’ve never thought of that before with anyone else.”
“And you never will again.”
My fuse has burned down. Boom. My mouth is on hers, not just kissing, but owning her, and I want us like this forever. I don’t remember ever feeling this kind of fire, this kind of lust. It feels like I’ve never kissed before. With her, everything feels new, like it’s the first time.
And then the honor I’m about to receive hurtles through my brain.
Her first time.
With me.
When her hands brush down my back, electricity pops and crackles over my skin. Everywhere she touches burns with it. Then, it becomes nearly unbearable to control myself because she’s lifting my t-shirt, her hands pulling at it, and I explode.
I tear my lips from hers, leaving her breathless and wide-eyed, but I can’t stop. I rip my t-shirt over my head and my eyes fix on her sweater. It needs to be gone. I want us flesh to flesh, top to bottom, side to side and any other way possible.
“Off,” I grunt as I pull at the cream-colored fabric. Her arms rise above her head, no hesitation, and the sweater pops off her head and her hair is the most beautiful mess. “All off. All of it.” I order.
“Okay,” she says. Then a vixen smile crests her lips as she adds, “You too.”
I’m all in. For a moment, it’s all hands groping and pulling. Snaps and zippers and buttons. Some of them don’t give quickly enough and the sound of fabric tearing cuts through the room. I don’t care, I’ll buy her anything she wants – I just need her naked, right now. Yesterday, if I could.
“Wait.” I’m panting, but I freeze. “Not here.” I don’t want her first time to be like this, rushed in a dining room. She’s my princess. Royalty.
She doesn’t belong here, among the pots and pans, laying on an uncomfortable table or floor. I need to make her feel safe and loved.
Honored.
I want to fuck her with my heart as much as my cock.
Then, I hate myself and my physical limitations. I want to reach down and scoop her up and carry her up the stairs, but I can’t. She must read it in my face or read my mind or something, because without missing a beat, her hands are on my cheeks, pulling my ear to her lips, whispering.
“I’ve always dreamed someone would hold my hand and walk me up the stairs to a waiting bedroom. Leading me.” Her words drip like molten lust into my ear. She’s sweet and seductive and I’m making her mine today.
My pants are unzipped, but I’m still clothed from the waist down. She’s naked and I’ve never seen anything more stunning...
I trace the fingertips of one hand down her arm until they twine with hers, my eyes drifting down to see the magnificence of her form. I must be in a dream; there has been nothing in my dreams nor waking hours that could compare to the breathtaking sight before me.
“I don’t deserve you,” I mumble, my mouth watering at the sight of each inch of her soft, lush body. I want to taste her, trace my fingertips over each part of her, explore her wilderness and spend hours at the altar between her legs. She’s hairless and her outer lips glisten in a way that sends my mind spinning.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She takes her other hand from my back, and I feel the loss so keenly I almost cry out, but she brings it around to crook her tiny fingers around mine, so both our hands are linked, as if we’re suddenly one, together. She places my palm full and secure on the weight of her breast, and I have to close my eyes for a moment just to clear my head. It throbs with electricity every time my cock sends out a Morse-code SOS.
“I’m going to give you everything you deserve, Constance. My purpose in life is to give you pleasure. I want that more than my own breath. To see your face when you cum.”
I roll the hardened peak of her nipple between two fingers, watching the reaction in her face. Her lips fall apart and she looks down to watch my hand worship her flesh. She’s taking these tiny, puffing breaths as I gently pinch and squeeze.
“You’re going to make me cum with those little sounds you’re making. I’ve never heard anything more beautiful in my life. Never smelled anything more intoxicating. Never seen anything that would rival how you look right now.”
She raises her eyes, looking sleepy, but I know it’s something else.
“Hold my hands,” she puffs out.
With great disappointment, I lower my hand from her tit, clutch at hers and lead her out of the dining room.
Her body moves and sways as she walks. Half my brain is still concentrating on my weak leg, but in truth, I feel like I have a third ready to serve if necessary. My cock is hard as a marble pillar, weeping into its fabric confines as I let her go ahead of me up the steps. The sight of her ass hitching and balancing as she climbs makes me want to leave bite marks there.
She’s so beautiful, so young and perfect. When we get to the bedroom door I stop.
“What?” Her face turns crimson.
“I should be able to carry you. I want to be able to carry you through the doorway.” I take my free hand and touch her cheek. “You’re so young. So beautiful. I’m so much older and broken. Are you sure?”
I want her more than I’ve wanted anything, but it’s hard to believe she would want me. Like this.
“If you don’t get me on that bed in the next ten seconds, I swear...” Her smile breaks my momentary melancholy. How did I get so damn lucky?
“Okay, just remember you asked for it. I haven’t been hard for anyone is so long. My cock may never want to leave once I’m inside of you.”
I lead us forward through the door, but she turns around to walk backward, teasing me. The minx has skills, I’ll give her that.
“That’s a big bed.” She darts her eyes to the massive king-size poster bed that centers the master bedroom. “Just you here? All the time?” A hint of doubt enters her voice and I squash it right away.
“It came with the house. I’ve never had anyone in my room before you, Constance. Never wanted to. This house hasn’t felt like a home until now, to be honest. Watching you eat downstairs, seeing you sitting there in the dining room. Following you up the steps. It felt like a completely new house. A home. Just because you’re here.” The last few words stall in my throat and I have to force them out. It’s the lonely truth, and now that she’s here I can’t imagine her leaving.
Her eyes flutter, her tongue licking her bottom lip in that way that speaks to the carnal beast in me. Is it so wrong I want her to be so innocent, just so that I can ruin her? Make her filthy for only me?
She considers my words for a long moment, then her cheeks plump and her Athena-like face creases with a sultry grin. When she speaks, she tugs her lips to the side. “I thought I would be so nervous, but I�
�m not. Maybe we were meant to be, Mr. Sawyer. The famous Reed Sawyer.” She sashays back toward me, her hands going to the waist band of my jeans, greedy for me, and I’ve never felt so happy in my life.
“Are you wet?” The words tumble out of me, I’ve never imagined speaking to a woman the way she makes me want to speak to her. All my reserved manners fly out the window. I want her needy and spread wide, showing me what will always and only be mine. Smiling and offering herself to me. My own personal sex toy, my sweet slut. I never thought of that before either and those words I would have thought before to be disrespectful or negative are now beautiful.
They are the most beautiful words I can imagine, right alongside the other three that keep dancing around in my head. The ones I want to say to her. But I’m afraid she will think I’m crazy.
“Wet? Hmm, you tell me.” She looks up with that wide-eyed innocence and I lose my mind. Our hands are still entwined when she pulls my fingers down and places them into her slick heat. “Am I wet?”
One more flutter of her eyelashes and the modicum of control I had left evaporates. My fingers sink between her silk folds. She’s on fire and sopping wet; her scent wraps up around my throat, squeezing until I find something inside of me long forgotten.
“You’re going to cum for me and me only. Do you understand? Do you understand who’s in charge here?” My voice deepens to a baritone as my middle finger finds her center and enters her slowly, methodically until her breath stops as I hold myself there inside her.
She gasps, ragged and hot. “Oh my God.” Her forehead sinks into my chest, my free hand grips the back of her neck with a handful of hair, pulling and forcing her face up toward me. She’s smaller than I remember, or I’m growing taller.
There is a rumbling in my chest, not quite a groan and not anything I’ve heard before.
Her body is my muse, my finger feels so perfect inside her. It’s tight on my single digit and I worry what will happen when I try to get my cock inside her. I’m not snack-sized, I’m super-sized, and I just pray her tiny body can take at least part of me. I need to be in there, and I don’t think I would be able to stop once I start.
She’s melting against me, and she inches her legs apart, rising onto her tiptoes to give me better access. My heart beats triple time. She wants me. I’m pleasing her and nothing has ever been more important to me than this, here and now.
“Does that feel good beauty? My finger inside your drenched cunt? You are wet indeed. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I glide in and out, my thumb glancing over her hard nub, listening to how her breathing changes as I stroke.
“Um hmm.” Her hands hand onto my shoulders and her hips begin to curve in and out as I slowly draw my finger out, the walls of her pussy tugging at me, trying to get me to stay.
“Look at me,” I rumble.
Her eyes come up. They are slits of shocking blue, her tongue flitting over her bottom lip.
“Open your mouth.” I bring my drenched middle finger to her lips and run it across. Painting her with her juices, then slip it inside.
She latches on with a deep hunger, sucking and licking my finger in the warmth of her mouth. I press in and out as I pull us in unison toward the bed. I want to taste her as well, but I want it straight from her cunt, want her spread open on my mouth. I want her offering it all to me. I want her first orgasm and all the ones that come after. I want to swallow every drop that comes from her body.
I need her loose and relaxed when I finally enter her. I would die if I truly hurt her.
“How do you taste?” I put my hands on her waist, leaning her back until her glorious ass is on the foot of the bed.
“Like I want more.” She scoots back as I wrestle my cock out of the coffin of clothing, kicking my pants and boxers into a discarded pile. This floor has never seen my clothes on it before; I always undress in my closet, anything I take off goes directly into the hamper. But not today.
“You’re going to get more than you can handle, my sweet girl. I’ve been saving up everything for you. Lay back, open your legs for me, and show me all of you.”
I lean over her, my long arm reaching for a pillow to put under her head. I want her comfortable, because I plan to be eating her until she cums at least twice. My fingers find the edge of the white pillow case as she leans back, looking up at me, my cock standing straight up and soaked with clear liquid, straining for his own release. But that will only come after her pleasure.
I settle the pillow behind her head and descend on her without another word.
She gasps when my open mouth meets her pink heat. My tongue enters her as far as it will reach, feeling every nuance of her skin, her flavor rolling over me like a blast from the sun. I’m on fire, swallowing her juice, slurping and sucking at her because I want all things that are part of her to be part of me.
She squirms under my ravaging mouth, but my hands grip her hips, pulling her forward onto my face, my nose drawing deep, holding her steady and still as my tongue spins around in her opening, feeling the tightness. Then I stop, kiss her folds and hold my face there, breathing her in, relishing this moment and freezing it in my mind.
After a minute, she’s antsy, moving on me.
“Please, Reed, what are you doing? I need more, please.” Hearing her pleading words makes me more proud than I’ve ever been. This little doll needs me, not wants me. Her words are desperate and that makes my chest swell with pride.
“I’m remembering this moment. Smelling you. I’ve never smelled anything so amazing in my life. Pull your legs apart more,” I grunt. “Up and apart. Now.” There is a demanding animal inside me. I need her to obey me as badly as I need to take care of her.
She does as she’s told and I draw in a deep breath before my mouth attacks her clit, my fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
This obsession expands, to have her utterly exposed. I want nothing of her hidden. No secrets. I want to know every minute of her life before me. Every part of her body is mine to enjoy, use, and discover.
I drop one hand from her hip and bring my finger up to spread the top of her outer lips, pulling up so the hood of her clit rises and I can get at all of her. I lap and suck until she’s jerking and flouncing under my mouth. Her body tightens and her hands pull her knees even farther apart, her hips jutting upward, grinding into my face.
“God, that’s so beautiful, take what you want, it’s yours already, beauty,” I mumble into her drenched cunt before my teeth rake over the hard button, and then I suck her to an orgasm that sprays my mouth and chin. I swallow and lick up every drop, greedy for it all.
The second orgasm comes faster; she’s riding my face in lustful bliss and her voice raises to the high ceilings with sounds I want to hear over and over for the rest of my life.
“I want you inside me,” she croaks out, and I’m so ready I’m shaking.
“Needy girl, aren’t you?” I stand up, leaving the heaven between her legs, but my cock can’t wait any longer. He’s straining at the limits of my skin, nearly purple with the pressure. My balls tingle and ache for her. I want my seed inside her. Yes, inside her. I know I should think otherwise, sheath myself, but there is no way.
I need her. Flesh to flesh. Need my cream dripping from her opening as she shows me who she belongs to.
“I just need you inside me. It’s like I need to breathe, it aches.” Her fluttering hands go to her belly as I crawl upward. For a moment, I think of my knee, will it support me? I toss the thought away; I feel no pain right now. I’ve been with pain every second of every day since the accident, but right now I feel only joy and need. Pain cannot enter this moment. It is too strong.
I position her higher on the bed, taking a long moment to admire her. Her labia are swollen and soaking, the light catching and glistening on the pink petals.
They call for me, and I’m lost for a moment, staring, until she spreads farther for me, pushing up on her heels, offering herself.
“Reed...�
�� My name comes from her lips and I cage her with my body, the head of my cock brushing against the slick heat, nearly seizing up and drenching her in my cream before I even penetrate her.
I grit my teeth, holding back as I guide myself to her opening.
“You have to promise me something.” The words fight their way out of my throat, my entire body drawn as tight as a bow string.
“What?” she snaps, impatient, her hips pushing upward to grab at me.
“If it hurts too much, you have to tell me. You promise?”
“God, if you don’t get your dick inside me it’s going to hurt me a lot more.” Her words shake along with her body.
I gulp hard, saying a little prayer for her and for me. Please let it feel good for her. Please don’t let me fuck this up.
That’s all I can take. Her body is pulling at me and I thrust forward. It’s more than I intend, but I’ve snapped. The thick head of my cock gets just inside her, but her entire body drives upward on the bed, her opening so small for my thickness.
“More.” She gasps.
“Hold on, babe. This might hurt. You have to hold onto me, okay? Open your legs and hang onto my neck.”
She does as I say and I lower my body until I feel the hard rasp of her nipples on my chest. Every cell in my body screams with pleasure and the crown of my dick isn’t even inside her yet. I may just pass out from my own pleasure once I penetrate her.
She grips me tight and her legs open wide. I jut my hips forward, breaking through her resistance as both of us cry out. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. When they say fireworks go off in your head, they’re lying. This is better. It’s the fucking pleasure atom bomb. There isn’t even a word in our language for this feeling because nobody has ever felt it before us. We’re the first, and we’ll be the last.
I push forward again, gaining an inch, but she moves up on the bed from the blunt force.