by Jenika Snow
She smiled and said, “I love you, Kace. I’ve always loved you.”
When there wasn’t a stitch of clothes on either of us, I moved us to the bed. It was small, a twin size, but that was perfect. That meant we’d be that much closer. I was on my back and pulled her on top of me, her legs now straddling my waist, the heat coming from between her thighs turning me on like nothing else. God, she felt incredible on top of me.
“God, baby,” I whispered, not sure if this was real or one incredible fucking dream. “I love you so fucking much.” I lifted my hand and stroked my finger along her cheek. “If you knew how much, it’d fucking scare you.” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. “It’s only ever been you for me, Shiloh. You’re it for me.” I rose up and had my hands in her hair, my mouth on hers. I kissed her like my life depended on it, like I was losing this battle and the only way to survive, to win, was to kiss her. And I guess that was true in every sense of the word.
She was my life.
She had her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I loved the pleasure and pain it caused.
I had my hands wrapped around her. I didn’t want to lose her, didn’t want her going anywhere.
“Is this really happening?” she whispered against my mouth, and all I could do was nod, not about to break the kiss.
I slid my tongue between her lips. She was so small atop me, her body almost fragile compared to me. I felt like I could break her if I wasn’t careful. I rested my forehead against hers, and we breathed the same air.
She started kissing me again, her lips smooth, soft on mine. I let her take the lead. I let her set the pace. My cock was so fucking hard, the length pressing painfully against her cleft. She was the one in control, even if every single part of me wanted to be dominant.
“You’ll be my first, Shiloh.” There was no point keeping that to myself. I wanted her to know.
“Kace,” she moaned and kissed me harder, started breathing faster.
I closed my eyes and groaned. I might be a virgin, might not know the first thing about how the hell all of this was supposed to go, but shit, I felt like I was on autopilot, like this would all fall into place.
I was so fucking glad I’d saved myself for her, for my Shiloh.
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” she murmured against my lips.
“Fuck, yeah we are, baby.”
I speared my hands in her hair and kissed her until we were both gasping for air. I wanted to drown in her, wouldn’t even care if I died right now. Hell, that would have been a perfect way to go.
This was my fantasy.
This was my reality.
I held her still with my hands in her hair as I fucked her mouth like I wanted to do between her legs … like I’d be doing tonight.
Shiloh was ready for me; I knew that without a doubt. I felt it, saw it … hell, smelled the sweet scent of her desire coating the air.
I could have come just from kissing her alone.
She panted against my mouth, and even if I wanted to kiss her forever, never stop until my lips were bruised, I did pull back. My heart pounded like a fucking jackhammer in my chest, a war drum beating against my ribs.
“Mine.” My voice was deep, serrated, my desire for her like gasoline on an open fire. I flipped us over so now I was the one on top. She spread her legs so I could wedge my much larger body between them.
I wanted this moment to be in slow motion, wanted to absorb every second of it, have it ingrained in my head like a brand.
A part of me wanted to go slow, to make this last. But another part knew that wouldn’t happen. I didn’t have self-control for all that.
I leaned back slightly and watched as she lowered her gaze to my cock, her eyes widening slightly. And then I grabbed my dick and stroked myself like a crude bastard. I liked her watching me, got off on her breath changing because she was turned on.
She gazed up at me, a look of innocence written on her face.
Maybe I should have said gentle, sweet things. But right now, I was feral for her. “I want to be deep inside you, so deep there isn’t a place I’m not touching.” She gasped. “I want to claim you. I want you to own me in the same way I want to own you.”
Her pupils dilated after I spoke.
I was transfixed as I stared at her.
I knew there was no way I could make this last, not with how much I wanted her. I let my gaze travel over her legs and stopped for a second to stare at her pussy. God, she was so fucking gorgeous. I lifted my gaze to her breasts, the mounds perfect, and not more than a handful. And her nipples were tipped pink, the hard nubs standing on point, as if eager for my mouth.
I couldn’t stop myself as I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her for a second, running my tongue over her top lip then did the same to her bottom. She tasted so fucking sweet.
The sound she made was sweet, erotic, and all for me.
“I need you,” she said against my mouth. My control was slipping, barely hanging on as it was. I didn’t want to totally lose it with her.
“I need you too, Shiloh.” The desperation was clear in my voice. “I’ll never get enough.”
“Kace, please.” She said those words softly.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She reached out and touched my chest. “I won’t break.”
My throat tightened, my cock jerked, and I prayed I didn’t shoot my load before this had even started.
“Be with me, Kace. I want you.”
Christ.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered.
I was going to lose it right now, lose it before I even had her. If what she wanted was me, she’d get every part until I was nothing.
Chapter Seven
Shiloh
I knew that being with Kace would change everything, but as I looked into his face, I knew that it would only be for the better.
He looked at me like a man who was madly in love. And I knew I looked at him the same way. How could I not?
He’d waited for me, saved himself for me like I had for him. It was all so perfect.
“I’ve dreamed about this moment so many times,” he murmured. I could see in his expression that he would take me the way he wanted to. And God, I looked forward to that.
“I’m the only one who will know what your pussy feels like.” He said those words with so much possession, I felt it in my very marrow. “I’ll be the only one who knows how wet you get when you’re turned on, how hot you feel.”
A small gasp left me.
“I’ve only ever wanted you, Kace.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. “And it’s only ever been you for me, Shiloh.”
I lifted my hands and ran them up his arms, trying to pull him closer.
He let out this deep exhale and I watched as his pupils dilated. The seconds passed, our breathing increased, and his body seemed to get hard, readying itself for me, for us.
We kissed for long seconds and he plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth, claiming me, making me taste all of him, feeling the masculinity that poured from him.
We kissed for long moments, our bodies pressed together, the heat increasing. When he broke the kiss, I sucked in air. I was breathless and needy, wanting more.
He moved his mouth along my cheek, over my jaw, and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear. The feeling of his tongue on me had a wave of sensations moving through my body.
His hard cock dug into me, this steel rod that was because of me.
Kace pulled away and I looked at his hard, smooth chest, at the definition of his muscle and strength, and felt myself get weak.
“I’m so fucking hard for you.”
I licked my lips, feeling exactly how hard he was.
“Show me where you want me, Shiloh.”
God, could I be so bold?
My heart was thundering, and my hand shook as I lifted it, smoothed it along my belly, and finally touched right between my legs. A sigh left m
e when his fingers touched the most sensitive part of me.
He groaned and closed his eyes. “Right there, baby?”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes,” I whispered.
We were both breathing so hard, and I felt beads of sweat line the valley between my breasts. I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat.
And before I could react to what he was doing, Kace reached out and ran his finger right through my center.
“Oh. God,” I mewled out.
He teased my clit, gently fingered my entrance, not penetrating me, just tempting me with the promise.
“Do you want me here?” he asked and gently pushed a finger into me.
“Yes.” I moaned that lone word out.
“God, I want to be right there too, Shiloh.”
But just when I thought I’d have to beg for him to finally claim me, he pulled back, grabbed his huge cock, and started stroking himself from root to tip. He reached between my thighs again, gathered my arousal on his fingers, and brought it back to his dick. I watched in an aroused haze as he used my lubrication to slick his dick up so he could jerk off, all the while watching me.
“You like watching me?”
I nodded, not about to lie. “I need you already.” I was wet, soaked, my cream sliding down the crease of my ass and no doubt making a wet spot on the bed.
I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was huge, thick and long, the head slightly bulbous, the slit at the tip covered in pre-cum. I felt how slick his length was, my arousal the reason why.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.
“I’ve been ready for you my entire life.” I started stroking him, up and down, steady and slow. He groaned again, the muscles in his neck standing out from how tense he was, from how strained his body was. He was controlling himself so much right now. I could tell, see it … feel it.
“You’ll never fully know how much I love you, how beautiful I think you are.” His voice was thick, his focus on me. His eyes were hooded, the expression seeming almost feral.
This was uncharted territory for me, but the way he breathed, the fact he moaned, told me I was doing something right.
I started rubbing my palm up and down his length, tightening my grip, making him groan with each stroke.
“God, baby. Yes.”
My eyes widened as I watched his big body arch, as if he couldn’t control himself.
“Shiloh, I’m going to come if you keep that up.” He gently pushed my hand away, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling. “I don’t know if I can do this foreplay anymore. I need you too fucking much.”
I nodded. “I need you too.”
Kace
I wanted to drag this out, but another part of me, the impatient, selfish part, couldn’t handle it. I wouldn’t last if she kept touching me, hell, if she even looked at me. I was about to come as it was.
I stared down at her for long seconds. She was so beautiful, and it was hard for me to realize she was really here with me, that this was really going to happen. The moonlight washed over her, making Shiloh seem almost otherworldly.
God. Perfection. That’s what she was.
“I’m ready for you,” Shiloh whispered.
My cock jerked, my balls drawn up tight. I ran my finger over her lips, pulling her bottom one slightly down and letting go so the flesh bounced back into place.
Shiloh pulled me down close, our mouths inches apart. “No more waiting.”
My muscles were contracted, my body ready to take hers. I groaned, wanting to take this easy, to memorize this moment, ingrain it in my head. But I felt like I was about to lose my fucking mind.
My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a constant at the tip of my shaft. This went above everything or anything I could have ever imagined. Hell, even when I jerked off to the thought of Shiloh, never had my arousal been this intense and I’d thought of some pretty filthy things.
“I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Me either,” she moaned softly.
I reached down and placed my hand on her wet pussy. She arched her back, her mouth parting as she sucked in air. I ran my fingers up and down her cleft, moving the digits around her clit, teasing her until she was crying out for more.
“This is mine, isn’t it?” I placed my hand over her pussy, her heat and wetness making my cock jerk. “Tell me it’s only mine,” I demanded.
“It’s only yours.”
“That’s right.” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. “Say it again.”
“It’s yours, Kace.” She looked right into my eyes.
I grunted.
I teased her clit, rubbing that bundle back and forth, watching the pleasure move across her face. I moved my thumb down to her pussy hole, teasing the entrance, gently dipping it in, making her feel me there too.
“How does that feel?”
“Perfect. So good.” She sounded breathless.
I leaned down again, taking her lips in another hard, passionate kiss. She opened her mouth wider for me, and I plunged my tongue inside. I needed my cock in her pussy now. I needed to take her virginity, needed to give her mine.
“Spread wider for me,” I moaned against her mouth. When she did what I said, I reached between us once more to grab my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her pussy. I pressed my hips tighter against hers.
I was losing my fucking mind, but God, I wanted to be lost.
I closed my eyes. “The feeling of you is making me lose it, baby.” I thrust all my inches into her, then retreated, back and forth over and over again. She was so hot, so wet and tight for me.
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted. I slammed into her especially hard, and she gasped.
I stilled.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I groaned. “I’m sorry, baby.” I leaned down, kissed her, and wished I could make this perfect for her.
“Don’t stop,” was all she said.
“Never.” I started moving in and out of her slowly, trying to be as gentle as I could.
I had my hands on the bed beside her head. My biceps and forearms were clenched tight, my upper body braced, holding myself up over her. I thrust in and out, my balls slapping the soft skin of her ass every time I pushed inside.
“Fuck, Shiloh.” The feeling of her cunt squeezing my cock and the look of pure lust on her face had me almost getting off right then and there.
I looked at her breasts, the perfectly shaped mounds bouncing as I fucked her and made her mine. Her nipples were pink, her chest flushed from her arousal and the exertion.
I leaned down and ran my tongue around her nipple. She arched for me. She tasted so sweet, so fucking good.
She tasted like mine.
There was no way I could control myself. Fuck, I didn’t even want to.
I shifted so I could place my hands on her inner thighs, spread her legs as far as they would go, and stared at her pussy.
Fuck.
Mine.
Shiloh was all mine.
Chapter Eight
Shiloh
I’d never felt anything like this discomfort, but then again, I’d never felt this kind of desire either. My desire and love for Kace made this the most intense experience of my life.
We were giving each other something that no one else would ever have.
That meant everything.
“Are you okay, Shiloh?” He sounded so concerned.
“I’m perfect. This is perfect.”
He consumed every part of me.
His motions were slow and easy, gentle but consuming. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, the muscles tight beneath my hands, clenching and relaxing with each thrust and retreat. I curled my nails into his skin.
He started pulling out a little faster and pushing in a little harder. Beads of sweat covered his temple, his focus on me, his desire clear.
With each second that discomfort faded and pleasure t
ook its place, washing through me.
Feeling Kace over me, his strength pushing me down onto the mattress, my legs spread wide to accommodate him, was all I needed in life. I held on, not wanting him to stop, not wanting this to end. All I could do was absorb what I felt, and let it mix with my emotions.
“Does it feel good, Shiloh baby?” He pushed into me deep.
Pleasure slammed into me. “So good, Kace.”
He grunted, closed his eyes, and thrust in deep. My back arched on its own, my breasts brushing his chest, my nipples rock hard.
I wanted it harder, faster. I wanted this to last, but I also wanted to get off, to let that pleasure wash through me … all because of Kace.
The feeling of his hardness to my softness, of his masculinity to my femininity, made me so crazy with arousal I couldn’t stand it. I never could have imagined how this would actually be.
“Kiss me again, Kace. Please. I need it,” I begged. I needed his mouth on mine.
He kissed me until I was clutching on to him, until I didn’t feel anything but pleasure. And when I felt him hit something deep within me, my inner muscles clenched around his girth, trying to take him in more.
“Yes, Shiloh. Christ. Yes.” Kace really moved then. “So good.” He pulled out, only the thick head of his dick at my entrance now. He pushed deep into me again, pushing me up on the mattress, my back burning slightly from the friction. “I fucking love you,” he said again and again, repeating himself as if it were his mantra.
This was my life.
Kace was my life. And the very thought of leaving him hurt too badly. I didn’t even think I could do it, didn’t even want to think about it.
Every time he sank into me, pushed another inch into my body, I knew we were becoming one even more.
I felt my breasts shake from the force of his thrusting, felt the air tease my skin.
“You see what you do to me?”
I could only nod.
“I love you.” He groaned those three words out.
“I love you,” I gasped in return. I lifted up, using my elbows to brace my upper body on the mattress, and watched as he fucked me, as his cock moved in and out of me. He shifted so I could see better, leaned back on his knees and placed his hands between my thighs, framing my pussy.… so he could see better.