Kissing Willa was a life-altering experience. It shook the foundation of my world when her lips softly caressed mine. Her mouth moved tentatively at first, but her shyness was short-lived. Her kiss ignited something in me. Notes and lyrics tickled the back of my mind, begging to be transcribed. I ignored them. Instead, I pressed her body flush against mine, relishing the feel of her on my lap, her chest pressed to mine. Her heat resting above my aching cock.
Wrapping one hand around the nape of her neck, I anchored her mouth to mine and took control of the kiss. I could write an album of songs just about the power of her kiss.
Breathless, she pulled back and peered into my eyes. Her hands tracked down the center of my chest to the bottom of my shirt. She fisted the hem in her fingers and started to lift the fabric. Nervously, she chewed on her lower lip, but she didn’t stop. She continued sliding the fabric up my torso.
I leaned forward to make it easier on her. When she lifted it over my head, she tossed it behind the couch. Her gaze dropped, roving over my abdomen. With trembling fingers, she traced the ink on my chest, dragging her fingertip softly over the permanent lines. It was such an innocent touch, but it was turning me on so much.
Dipping my head down, I kissed along the column of her neck, then continued lower, following the very lowcut neckline of her dress. Gently, I started gliding the fabric off her shoulder. I peppered kisses on each bit of sensitive skin I uncovered. Goosebumps rose under my lips, rubbing against them.
“Are you sure you want this, princess?” I whispered without lifting my mouth from her flesh. “We’ve already marked some of your nevers off your list. You flirted with me. You danced with a stranger. I can go fix us some food and then we can count this as a first date for you to kiss on. We can stop there,” I suggested, not wanting to take something from this perfect angel that she was only offering because she was hurting. I slipped my hands around her waist, holding her loosely.
She placed her hands on my cheeks as she stared deeply into my eyes. “You can feed me a snack later so this can definitely count as a date. But first, I think we should work up an appetite.”
My cock twitched in agreement. And as much as I desperately wanted to carry her to my bed and drive myself into her, this was new territory for her, so I forced myself to calm down and take things slowly. I brushed my index finger along her cheek, then I captured her mouth with mine and lost myself in just kissing her.
While I was content to move at a glacial pace for this rare soul, she was not. She sucked at my tongue as her fingers brushed against the hairs dusting the skin below my belly button. I never realized that little patch of skin was so sensitive, but I was attuned to every light stroke of her fingertips against me. The muscles in my stomach tightened in anticipation of her continued touch.
Without breaking the rhythm of her kiss, her fingers dipped to my waistband and began unfastening my jeans. She slid backward along my thighs, putting some unwanted space between our bodies. My protest died a quick, painless death in my throat when her fingers dove beneath the denim and cotton to grip my cock.
I groaned as she gave it a tentative stroke. The mixture of boldness and shyness in her was intoxicating. And it left me reeling because I didn’t know what to expect from her next. I couldn’t prepare.
She separated our mouths so she could look down at where the angry purple head of my cock peeked out of the top of her fisted fingers. My head tipped backward until it hit the couch. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, enjoying her touch and surrendering to her whims.
Her thumb swiped across the top, smearing a droplet of moisture into the sensitive skin. I couldn’t sit quietly anymore. Being a passive rider on the pleasure train just wasn’t going to work anymore. She could steer, but I was going to stoke the fire.
I dragged both hands up her sides, barely brushing her breasts. My touch was enough to cause her to shift forward slightly. Slowly, I inched my fingers around, moving the tips closer and closer to her nipples, which were already straining against the fabric separating our skin. When I finally rubbed across them simultaneously, she moaned and arched her back, pushing the pointy peaks into my palms.
“I need to see you, princess,” I rasped out.
And like a queen ready to conquer the world, she gripped the hem of her dress and whipped it over her head in one smooth motion. There was no hesitancy in baring herself to me. Her dress went the way of my shirt a few minutes earlier—somewhere behind the couch.
My mouth ran dry at the sight of her beauty. Words escaped me as I stared up at the most inspiring thing I’d laid eyes on in ages. Her arms dropped down by her sides. She sat perched on my lap in nothing but a bit of black fabric wrapped around her hips and disappearing between her thighs. The only hint of her nerves was the slight twisting of her fingers in our laps. The motion caused her to brush up against my cock, which twitched at her touch.
Without looking down, she started to stroke me again. Even in her nervousness, she never broke eye contact—and it was so damn hot.
I reached up and brushed my thumb across her lips. “Doing OK, princess?” I asked softly, giving her permission to slam on the brakes if she’d changed her mind.
“I’m better than OK. And in a few minutes when you’re inside of me, I’ll be a helluva lot better than OK.” She rubbed the head of my cock against the damp fabric of her underwear.
I wrapped my arms around her, slipping one beneath her butt and the other around her back. “Hang on.”
She draped her arms over my shoulders and gripped my neck.
I got to my feet and strode across the soft carpet to the other side of the room and down the hallway to my bedroom. Without putting her down, I nudged the light switch up with my shoulder.
Her gaze darted around my space. Thank goodness I’d straightened up yesterday. There were no discarded clothes on the floor, stacks of music on the nightstand or discarded lyric scraps littering the area around the trash can. I’d even sort of tugged the covers up to the pillows when I’d left for work this morning. Not that it mattered now since I clasped a handful of fabric and yanked it to the foot of the bed. She giggled when the sudden tug sent a pillow tumbling. The sound was melodic. Not quite appropriate for the sexual tension heating up the air molecules between us, but somehow it was right anyway.
It felt like it’d been too long that our mouths had been separated, so I tipped my head forward until I could skim my lips against hers. This kiss was slow and seductive, fraught with intent. The sensual slide of my tongue against hers was a prelude of what was to come.
Impatient with the pace, she nipped my bottom lip then licked away the slight sting. I pressed one knee to the bed and lowered our joined torsos to the mattress. It dipped when my other knee dug into the feather and foam.
With her now supported by the bed, I unwrapped my arms from her so they could explore her soft skin. I lifted my head so I could watch her. Shifting my weight, I sat up. Gently, I brushed some stray locks off her forehead.
The corners of her lips tipped upward. I ran my hands down the slender column of her neck, out along her shoulders, then changed direction and dragged them down in the direction of her heaving breasts. One hand shifted to the center of her chest. Her heart thumped erratically beneath my touch.
I watched in fascination as a flush stole across her skin when my palms cupped her breasts. When I rubbed against their centers, her skin rippled as her nipples drew up into tight peaks. She gripped the sheets by her sides tightly in her fists. Willa was either fighting the urge to cover herself or to hang onto her control. Neither would do.
Now that I’d seen her, I couldn’t allow her to hide herself from me. And I definitely couldn’t tolerate her hanging onto her control. I was going to make it my mission to get her to let go, to get her to shatter under my touch. My tongue. My cock.
I lowered my head so I could kiss her flesh. My tongue dragged along her throat, across her collarbone, down to one puckered tip. I circled the area slowly befor
e drawing her nipple deep into my mouth and sucking.
My thumb and forefinger pinched her other nipple. Her back bowed up off the bed, pushing her flesh deeper into my touch. I kissed my way down her abdomen to her flat stomach, which quivered beneath my lips as I licked and sucked and nibbled the satiny skin. My fingers slid beneath the elastic on her hips, preparing to ease the fabric away from her core. When I moved my lips along the waistband of her underwear, her hand shot out, pushing me back.
I sat back, needing to make sure I didn’t go farther than she wanted. “Princess, are you OK? Want to stop?”
She shook her head vigorously against my pillow. “No, I don’t want to stop. Just …” Her cheeks turned bright red. “You don’t have to … um … do whatever you were about to do.”
“You don’t want me to taste you?”
Crimson stained her cheeks and chest. Her teeth worried with her lower lip, sawing it back and forth. Her head shake was barely discernible.
“You don’t like the feeling of a man’s mouth on your slippery flesh?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
Shit. Was she saying no one had ever gone down on her before?
“You haven’t ever?” I asked.
“No.”
“We’re marking another never off your list tonight then,” I declared.
I tugged the elastic still in my hands down her hips, shifting my body backward until her panties slid over her ankles. Under the intensity of my gaze, she tried to close her knees, but I gently pushed them open and dropped my belly onto the bed. With my shoulders between her thighs, she had no choice but to be spread open before me.
While staring into her eyes, I dipped one finger between her lower lips and ran it along the wetness there. Her breath hitched when I reached the top. I removed my finger and stuck it in my mouth, licking the flavor of her from my skin. “Mmm,” I moaned.
Then I gently used both hands to spread her apart. Her pink inner flesh glistened. I planted a kiss on her inner thigh. My tongue darted out to lick up her seam.
She gasped at the sensation. I repeated the motion. Again. And again. She finally relaxed enough to let her body take over her mind. Her hips thrust upward slightly, trying to gain more friction.
I rested one arm across her pelvis to hold her in place. Fingers on my other hand dipped inside her wet heat, rubbing against that magical spot once I reached it. Then I increased my pace with my tongue, attacking her clit with a vengeance. Her body was a new frontier, begging to be explored and tamed.
Her inner walls tightened around my fingers, and her breathing rate increased. She was close.
“Want me to stop, princess?” I asked against her needy pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she panted as her fingers dug into my hair.
Not needing any further encouragement, I dove back in, determined to make her detonate against my tongue soon.
Her self-control was gone, and she surrendered to the bliss surging in her body. With a whimper, she came on my tongue and fingers.
I got to my feet, shed the rest of my clothes and donned a condom. Then I crawled back up her gorgeous body, settling between her thighs. Her legs hitched up around my hips, drawing me closer. Reaching down, I positioned my cock at her entrance. With her heels, she urged me forward.
With my arms on either side of her head, I lowered my torso to hers and thrust my dick inside her. It was a short thrust, meant to tease her, but it tortured me. My next motion was longer. I finally stopped trying to torment us both and jutted my hips forward, driving into her. Her walls gripped me like a fist as I sank all the way in. Once there, I paused.
She smiled up at me shyly. And the world tilted a little.
5
Willa
When he first entered me, there was a slight pinch of discomfort, probably from the months of celibacy I’d undergone to revirginize myself for Cade. The discomfort lasted about a second—as long as my thoughts of Cade did. Then it gave way to a delicious slide of flesh on flesh, two bodies joining and parting in a dance as old as time.
He moved slowly at first, seeming to relish each inch of movement. It wasn’t long before I grew impatient though. I needed more. I hitched my legs up higher on his hips, changing the angle in which he entered my body.
“More,” I pleaded in a breathy voice.
He smirked down at me. Strong fingers gripped one of my hipbones, tilting me even more. Those fingertips pressed into my flesh, tattooing me with his fingerprints as he picked up the pace to accommodate my request.
Everything inside of me coiled like a spring being twisted tighter and tighter. It was going to be wound up beyond the spring’s natural capacity to loop on itself. I feared what would happen when it hit that point of no return. Would I be lost to it?
Reaching up, I grasped Trystan’s face in my palms and pulled his face down to mine. I needed every point of contact with him I could get when I fell into the abyss. He needed no prodding to crash into me, clacking our teeth together.
Our kiss was wet and sloppy because his rhythm didn’t allow for a gentle marrying of mouths. It wasn’t that perfect kiss every romance movie showed. No, this kiss was one of real-life desperation and a desire to devour each other’s pleasure.
His muscular chest rubbed against my sensitive nipples, which sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. Trystan’s free hand found mine and laced our fingers, pinning our joined hands to the mattress above my head. His fingers tightened, squeezing mine as his rhythm became more erratic.
He dropped his grip on my hip and somehow slipped his fingers between our wedged bodies to stroke my clit. As he circled around the little nub, that coil inside me twisted to its limit. It snapped, and my orgasm washed over every cell in my body. It was more intense than the one he’d given me moments ago, and that had been beyond my imagination.
He pulled his mouth from mine and sucked in a deep breath. Those crystal blue eyes peered down at me so intently. His thrusting faltered, and his mouth dropped open on a groan. Pleasure wracked his features as he fell headlong into his orgasm.
When he finally stilled, he collapsed on top of me. I greedily accepted the weight of him pressing me into his mattress.
“How was crossing that never off your list?” he mumbled in my ear.
“Amazing. I think I need to add some new material to my list,” I answered breathlessly.
My night of nevers was turning out to be pretty amazing so far. Though I wasn’t a virgin by any means, sex had never been like this. I’d never been so aware of my own body. Every scrape of his skin against mine, every inhalation of his scent, every hit of his flavor on my taste buds, every thrust of his body joining with mine—all of it was different from anything I’d ever experienced before.
♪ Unbelievable by Why Don’t We
Maybe it was because this was sex without entanglements, and that was what made it different. But I didn’t truly believe that, because with Trystan staring down at me, I felt more entangled in a man I’d just met and given myself to than the man I’d been planning to marry in a matter of weeks. I wasn’t ready to admit it out loud just yet, but I wanted this to be more than a one-night stand.
A ding sounded from the front of his apartment.
“Is that your phone?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said, too lazy to go check.
“I’ll grab your purse while I go make us some food. You know, so this can be an official first date.” Trystan rolled off me, pressed a kiss to my forehead, then sauntered from the room, naked.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so widely. I reached down and grabbed the sheet. After propping his pillows up against the headboard, I sat up and tucked the cool cotton around me, leaving my arms out.
A clatter came from the kitchen. “Everything’s fine,” Trystan called out. There was a series of beeps. A few minutes later, he appeared with my purse. “It was your phone. It’s still chirping from somewhere in there.” He handed me my bag. “I’ll be back in a f
ew. Hope you’re hungry.”
I dug down to the bottom of my bag, searching for my cell. My fingers finally closed over the smooth, thin rectangle.
There were several text messages, most of which were from Cade. I ignored them. Syd had messaged last. I opened hers.
Syd: Just checking on you.
I smirked and started tapping on my screen. She’d never believe me if I tried to tell her everything. I’d just have to let her see for herself tomorrow that I wasn’t distraught.
Me: I’m good. Actually, I’m fantastic. Don’t worry.
Syd: Did you …
Me: We’ll talk tomorrow. Busy now.
With a smirk, I powered off my nearly dead phone and stashed it back inside my bag.
Before long, Trystan came in with a roll of paper towels tucked under his arm and a tray full of stuff in both hands. He set the tray on the end of the bed and settled beside me beneath the sheet. His leg brushed against mine, waking up a bunch of nerve endings with a simple touch.
He stood the roll of paper towels on his nightstand. Leaning forward, he grasped the tray and pulled it across our laps. My eyes widened as I peered down at the assortment of food he had on it.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I grabbed a little of a lot of things,” he explained with a shrug.
Green grapes filled a small bowl. Cheese cubes were scattered on a napkin. There were some crackers. And in the center was a plate of chicken wings, steam wafting off them.
“You cooked wings?” I asked, astounded.
“Yeah. Those were my original plan for dinner, but then my friend, Chad, called and asked me to get the guys to come play tonight. So these were just waiting in the fridge. And if I did a good job earlier, then you worked up an appetite. Hopefully, you aren’t a vegetarian.”
“No, and I love wings. I can’t believe we’re going to eat them naked in your bed. But hey, it’s another thing I’ve never done before. I will warn you that I’m usually messy when I eat wings.” I laughed as I grabbed one with two fingers and brought it to my mouth.
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