He knows I'm on the verge of coming all over his face. I'm so soaked that my juices are already pouring out of me. He licks them, pushing his tongue inside my hole, rubbing it around my clit, making circles and lines, sucking and smacking, eating me like I'm his favorite dessert.
I try to squeeze my legs, but his shoulders are between them.
And then I come. I shatter into a thousand little pieces, fireworks exploding inside of me.
He doesn't pull away, just continues kissing me, sucking me and pulling away, penetrating my hole with his tongue, and making more circles around my clit.
And then repeating it all over so many times I can't even count.
This man... his tongue... the pleasure... so intense, I never knew I could have it.
When I fall on the bed, my legs weak as water, Daniel finally pulls away and groans, "Now you can undress me."
Chapter Eleven
Daniel
I watch her hard breathing, her chest rising and falling. Her beautiful small pink nipples are staring at the ceiling, still waiting to be touched.
Soon... I silently promise them, anticipating when I'll be kissing them too.
No matter how much I want Savannah, I don't pay attention to my needs, ignoring my rock-hard dick, which jumps impatiently inside my boxers. I want to give pleasure to her more than I want to get it myself.
And that's when I realize it's the first time in my life I’ve felt like this, wanting to please a woman so much that I don't even care if I get my own release.
This thought might be scary, but for some reason, it doesn't freak me out. It seems like it's so natural that I want to give her everything I can and even more. I want to make her remember this night for the rest of her life.
The night which will never be repeated again, I remind myself because it seems like I’ve forgotten that.
I thought Savannah would need a couple of minutes to recover before getting up and continuing our play. Still, the second she hears what I say about her undressing me, she gets up again, smiling slyly at me and absolutely ready to continue.
My naughty little lamb...
While she unbuckles my belt, so slowly that I want to die, I realize that she's doing it on purpose, torturing me, testing my patience.
I hold out a hand and place my palm on her gorgeous breast, massaging it and then grabbing her nipple and squeezing it hard between my fingers.
She cries out, opening her mouth and digging her fingers in my belt.
I swallow her cry with a kiss and take her other nipple between my fingers. And then I squeeze them both again, making her moan into my mouth.
She begins to act faster, unbuckling my pants and quickly unzipping them. She doesn't hesitate before taking them off together with my boxers, and my swollen cock springs free in front of her.
I take off the rest of my clothes, throwing them on the floor.
Savannah's looking at me with a mischievous smile on her face, as if she knows exactly what's going to happen next and is waiting for it with pleasure.
To be honest, I'm not as sure about what's going to happen as she is. I’ve never had sex with a virgin, not even once. And no matter how much I want to be inside of her, I don't want to hurt her. The desire to punish her evaporated somewhere between our kisses. Now all I want is to treat her tenderly, savoring her body and giving her the pleasure she’s never had.
For the first time in my life, I feel something weird inside of me, something I have never felt before: a warm flowing pleasure spreading all over my body and concentrating mostly inside of my stomach.
The feeling I have for her scares me but excites me at the same time, so much that all I want to do is continue this torture and never stop.
I lean lower to take off her shoes, and when they're gone, I gently take her by the waist and lift her up to arrange her at the center of my bed, placing myself between her long, gorgeous legs.
Savannah doesn't lie still. She strokes my shoulders and abs with her fingers, brushing them all over my body, giving me the tender pleasure I never knew I needed.
"I want you inside of me," she murmurs, licking her lips and looking straight into my eyes.
"You're not ready yet," I retort, leaning closer and wrapping my lips around one of her nipples.
"I...am..." she whispers abruptly, arching her back, giving me a better angle to suck her nipple harder into my mouth.
I take her other breast in my palm and squeeze it, leaning on my other elbow so I don’t crush her tender body under my weight.
Her small, puckered nipples are so tender that even when they're erect and firm, they're still so soft that I am almost afraid to suck them in.
But I'm not able to stop myself, so I move them closer to each other with my hands and suck them both so hard into my mouth that Savannah screams loudly in response, scratching my back with her nails and squeezing her legs, pushing her knees into my elbows, unable to hide her center from me.
"No matter how painful it was, I'm going to hurt you even more. You know that, right?" I raise my voice, at the same time placing tender kisses to her breasts, savoring her nipples as if apologizing for hurting her.
I don't know what I'm more angry about: that she’s allowing me to take her virginity and hurt her, or that I'm not able to stop myself from doing it.
"You're not hurting me," she whispers so quietly that I have to lift my eyes and look at her to make sure that she said something. "I like it," she repeats and bites the corner of her lower lip, trying to hide a sly smile.
I smile back, and the warmth centered in my stomach somehow spreads all over my body. A strange, unfamiliar feeling covers me completely, so much that I feel my chest start burning.
I want to be inside of her. I need that as much as I need to breathe.
But I also want to take her tender body, squeeze her in my arms, and never let her go.
Fuck, what is happening to me?
The second that thought rushes into my head, Savannah holds out her hand and places her palm on my cheek, petting it tenderly with her fingers.
"You won't hurt me, Daniel," she says softly, stroking me. "Don't think about it, just take me gently."
Take me gently... As if I know how.
Sex with other women is always rough and fast. When I fuck them, I try to release all my anger. Afterwards, I might feel better for a little while until a new dark wave of emotions covers me again, and I dig deeper into the blackness.
That's why I never sleep with virgins. I need a woman to be prepared. How can I have sex with this little lamb when she's so fucking innocent?
Take me gently, I remind myself and take my cock in my hand, leading it to her center until it reaches her warm wet folds.
I stop, rubbing the head of my cock into her cream and then spreading it all over her clit, rubbing my shaft against her mound, stroking her clit, faster and faster.
She moans, arching her back and moving her hips up and down, trying to get her release. I kiss her on the mouth once again, slowly, tenderly, enjoying every second of it.
I know I lied to her when I said that she wasn’t ready yet. That's not true. Savannah is prepared; she's so aroused and wet that her sweet honey is dripping from her hole, and her little cunt is waiting to be taken.
I was simply trying to postpone the penetration because the truth is that I'm the one who isn't ready.
I move the head of my cock from her clit to her hole and dig only the tip of it into her cunt. I feel Savannah tense under my body, squeezing her legs tighter and digging her nails harder into my shoulders.
I stop, unable to move. I can't come out because the feeling of being inside of her is the best feeling in the world, and I'm sure that I've never been this aroused before.
But I also can't go any deeper because I'm afraid to hurt her, no matter how much she's waiting for me to do that.
"Do you want to be on top?" I ask, and she opens her eyes widely out of surprise. "So you can control the situation and stop
whenever you want."
She thinks for a couple of moments but then smiles mischievously at me and silently nods in response.
I take her in my arms gently and raise her up, arranging myself on the bed and placing her on top of me.
Her center is now wrapped around my cock. She's holding my shoulder for support and looks down, probably trying to figure what to do next. I'm sure she knows what to do. I just think she's afraid of her own desires.
"Take it in your palm and do whatever you want," I say, encouraging her, and she smiles at me with satisfaction.
I take her palm and place it on my dick, wrapping her fingers around it.
Savannah gets up on her knees and directs my cock to her center right away. When the tip of it enters her hole, she closes her eyes in satisfaction and bites her lower lip.
I smile, looking at how overjoyed she is when she does it, moving a little bit lower and digging my cock more inside of her.
I do my best not to start moving, but the enjoyment of her tight cunt wrapping around me is overwhelming, and I squeeze her ass in my palms to hold myself.
She opens her eyes and smiles slyly at me, and when I realize what she's going to do, I whisper, "Don't do that."
But it's too late. She sits down abruptly, thrusting my entire cock into her pussy in one fast motion. The tears appear in her eyes immediately, and she falls on me, grabbing my shoulders in pain.
My chest begins to hurt when I see her like that. The burn I feel inside of me is very new for me, one I've never felt before.
"I'm here, baby. I’ve got you," I say before placing my lips on hers in a tender kiss.
I brush my fingers over her back to calm her down, but I feel like I'm going to die from the pain inside of me when I realize how hurt she is.
How could I let this happen to her? I shouldn't have let her be in charge. I should've known she would do something like this.
"Please help me," she begs, unable to move. "Make me feel good."
I place my hand between her thighs and press my thumb to her clit.
I lower my face down to give a light kiss to her nipples, and at the same time, I start making slow circles around her clit.
It takes a couple of moments for her to start relaxing, but these moments seem like an eternity to me.
When I kiss her on the lips again, and she finally starts moving, I breathe with relief. She’s adjusted herself to my size and is beginning to enjoy the process.
That's when I realize that I'm close.
Shit. She has just started moving, but I'm already filled to the top. My balls are full, and my dick is aching, begging for release into her sweet little cunt.
She's so tight, it's like she's squeezing me inside of her with our movement, and a loud groan escapes my chest when she begins moving up and down.
Savannah looks at me with a satisfied, mischievous smile on her beautiful face, as if she was waiting for me to do that from the very beginning.
"You feel so good," I whisper into her mouth between kisses. "You're so tight."
Almost too good to be true... I think but do not say it out loud because I'm afraid. It feels like I died and went straight to heaven.
I’m going to come any second.
I press my thumb harder on Savannah's clit, because I need her to come as soon as she can since I don't know how long I can wait until my own release.
And that's all it takes to make her grab my shoulders harder and start shaking in my arms, exploding with the most beautiful climax I've ever seen.
I don’t move, letting her enjoy her first orgasm from penetration. There's nothing I can do more, to be honest, because if I start moving, I'm gonna come right inside of her, and I don't want that.
I didn't use a condom because I’ve never experienced unprotected sex before. I'm clean, and obviously, Savannah is, too, but I don't know if she's on the pill, so I won't let myself come in her pussy no matter how much I want it.
Why did she let me inside of her bare in the first place?
My little naïve lamb. I should warn her that she shouldn't do that with other men.
Thinking about other men makes me so angry that I want to scream from the antagonizing pain in my chest.
"Baby, I'm close. I have to come out," I whisper when I realize that her body has started to lose its tension and is relaxing in my arms.
"Don't you want to come inside of me? It's a safe day of my cycle," she asks curiously, the pupils of her large green eyes dilated.
"You have no idea how much I want that, but I can't..."
She doesn't let me finish and begins to move again, faster this time.
Up and down, up and down.
I don’t stop her because I can't; it's too good.
It takes only a couple more strokes before I feel how my balls get rock-hard, and the warm liquid shoots inside of her.
I shake and convulse, wrapping my arms around her tender body and pressing her to me.
The pleasure I feel now is incomparable to anything I’ve ever felt before.
She's mine. Savannah Jones is mine, and I simply can't let her be anybody else's.
Chapter Twelve
Savannah
I don't know how much time passes after we both come. Daniel didn't even pull out. I was just lying in his arms for what seemed like hours while we both caught our breath.
But it still wasn't enough because I wanted more.
I wanted to stay...
I thought I was going home after we finished. When Daniel pulled away from me a little, I knew it was time to get my stuff and call an Uber. But he surprised me by taking me gently in his arms and arranging me on the bed, then covering me with a blanket.
And then he walked away. I was lying on the bed motionless, afraid to even breathe, trying not to destroy this fairy tale.
But he came back from the bathroom with a couple of hot wet towels to wipe away the traces of my virgin blood. He was so gentle, I couldn't even believe it was the same man who’d mistreated me when we first met.
"Sleep, you have to rest," he whispered into my ear before turning off the light and arranging himself next to me.
"I thought I had to go now," I whisper. I don't want him to think that I'm dying to stay, especially after he told me so many times that it was impossible.
No, I want him to think that it was nothing for me, just sex, like it was for him. And it doesn't matter how big this lie is.
"I'm not done with you yet," he says huskily, wrapping his arm around my waist.
Oh my gosh, now I can't breathe for real. The emotions are overwhelming me.
"I thought you didn't do sleepovers." I chuckle with joy, no matter how hard I’m trying not to, and turn to face him.
He turns off the side lamp, but my eyes quickly adjust to the darkness, so I still can see his face perfectly illuminated by street lights.
Daniel Vanderbilt is...smiling?
I can't believe it! He is smiling for real! How can that be?
And it's not the mischievous smirk I’ve seen on his face before. No, this smile is different. It exposes his perfect teeth and even extends to his eyes. It’s completely changed his face to something I've never seen before.
He's smiling as if he's happy for real.
When he notices me staring at him, he pulls me closer, pressing me to his body and placing his head over mine, so I won't be able to see his face anymore.
"Sleep, Savannah," he whispers into my ear. "You have no idea what's ahead of you tonight."
He speaks slowly, alternating each word with gentle, barely perceptible kisses to my forehead. His voice is soft, and when goosebumps arise on my shoulders, he notices it and runs his fingers over them.
I shudder, my stomach contracting with butterflies dancing inside of it.
No, I cannot fall in love with Daniel Vanderbilt, no way. He's a jerk, a player, and moreover, he's my teacher until the end of the school year.
And even worse, he will never feel anything for me.
His heart is as cold as ice; I know that. I've known it from the very first second I saw him.
Then why the hell do I feel like I do? And what can I do to change that?
"Why did you agree to be a teacher at our school?" I ask quietly, finally ruining the silence, and Daniel stops kissing me. His lips freeze next to my ear, and I can feel his breathing get heavier on my skin.
I want him to continue kissing me, I really do, but what I want even more is for him to talk to me so I can know him better.
Before this fairy tale is over.
"Because I promised my father I would take over the academy if something happened to him," he says after a long pause.
To be honest, I thought he was going to try to avoid my questions.
"So you were close?" I continue, part of me beginning to believe that Daniel is going to stay this friendly forever.
"I'm not answering your questions, Savannah," he says sternly, trying to make me understand that this conversation is over.
And here we go. He wants to shut me up before we’ve even started talking.
Daniel gently bites the tip of my ear and brushes his hand across my belly, reaching to my nipple, which becomes harder after his strokes.
It seems like he's apologizing for being so stubborn and refusing to answer my questions.
But he doesn't know me yet. I'm curious; I always have been. It's not that easy to shut me up.
"I guess I'll go then," I threaten, getting up on my elbow and pulling away from him.
For a second or two, I regret saying that because he does nothing, so I'm afraid he's going to let me go just so he doesn’t have to answer my questions.
But the moment I try to lift the blanket, Daniel wraps his hand around my body and knocks me back to bed.
"I won't let you go, and you know that," he says, pressing me harder against him, reaching for my breasts and squeezing one of my nipples so hard that I cry out loudly in response. "I won't let you go until I'm done with you, do you understand?"
"I do," I whisper, barely hearable, unable to decide if I want him to stop or not.
Probably not.
"Then answer my questions," I insist, extending my hand and reaching for his cock under the blanket. I find it half-hard and wrap my fingers around its length to feel how it tightens up with my every move.
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