If You Were Mine(8)

“I need you,” I said low, wanting her to know exactly what she did to me, how she made me feel. I was going to open myself up to her more than I ever had with anyone. It had been years since I’d been with a woman, and even then I’d felt empty, lacking.

I didn’t stop myself from going to her then, crawling on the bed and lying on top of her, letting her feel how hard I was for her, how much I desired her. I started kissing her, licking at her lips, sucking at her tongue. I moved my mouth down to her neck, lapping at the pulse point that beat wildly there.

I nudged her thighs open even wider, wedging my body between them. My cock was so damn hard, pre-cum steadily forming at the tip. And then I started moving back and forth, pushing my cock between her folds, her pussy lips framing my cock, her slickness covering me. I grunted and groaned, and she held on to me, gasping, begging for more.

I worked myself between her legs without penetrating her, but fuck, I wanted to. I wanted to be buried deep in her body.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” I groaned against her neck. “Move with me. Get off this way.” I moved my face toward hers and started kissing her, slamming my lips down on hers. She started moving under me, gyrating her hips, giving me what I wanted, what I needed.

“God, yes, Lennon.”

Her mouth parted on mine, and I sucked in her air, giving her mine in return. I sent up a silent prayer that I wouldn’t explode before this really got started.

I moved down the length of her body, not able to help myself. I didn’t want this to end, because I wanted to make this good for her.

I had my face right by her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs keeping her legs spread for me. The scent of her made me drunk, intoxicated with my need. I lifted my gaze and stared at her.

“Let me make you feel good.” I kept my eyes locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft, her flavor exploding on my tongue. I could feel myself start to slip, knew that I wouldn’t last. The silky-smooth feeling of her along my tongue could have been my undoing, but I needed to keep my control.

I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs until my tongue was numb. I started pressing my hips into the mattress, dry fucking the hell out of it.

When I felt her let go I dragged my tongue from her pussy hole to her clit and sucked that bud into my mouth. I let it go with a light pop and moved up her body, settling right between her thighs. I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and grunted in pleasure, my hips jerking on their own. She opened her mouth wider, and I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her there.

She panted against my mouth, spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips farther into hers, my cock sliding right between the center of her.

I leaned back, placing my hands on the mattress beside her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, my throat tight. I needed to be inside of her.

“Be with me. Make me yours. Take my virginity.”

My body stilled, hardened further. I’d be her first.

I’d be her last.

I grabbed my cock and placed the tip at her entrance. I wanted to tear through the thin membrane of her virginity, making it mine. “I’m not ever letting you go.” In one swift move I buried my dick into her wet, tight virgin pussy. She gasped, and I knew I’d hurt her. There was no going around it though. “I’m sorry, baby.” I cupped the side of her cheek and stilled, letting her get accustomed to my size. I didn’t want to cause her pain. I wanted to make her feel good, and I’d take that discomfort away if I could.

She had her arms around my neck, her nails pricking my skin. I started moving in and out of her slowly, trying to pace myself. She felt so tight, so hot and wet. I heard her breathing change, and I knew she was right here with me.

In and out. Fast and sweet.

Sweat started to coat my skin, my heart raced, and my balls were drawn up tight. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want this to end. I wanted it to last forever.

“God. Yes,” she whispered.

I wanted to give her everything I was, everything I am.

I stared into her face, watching the display of what she felt moving across it, the same euphoria I felt for her. I pushed into her once more and stilled, feeling my muscles relax and contract, feeling my body become so tight it was painful.

She milked me, her body wanting what only I could give her. And I would be the only one to give it to her. I’d be the only one to ever feel how she felt inside.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” I gritted, holding on so damn tight to my control, but knowing that I wouldn’t last. I reached between us and started rubbing her clit, desperately needing her to come for me, to get off and scream my name.

I felt her tense beneath me, and then she was tossing her head back, her neck straining, this low mewl leaving her.

“Lennon…”

“Yeah, baby. Tell me.” The pricking of her nails in my skin had me pumping in and out of her again.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

I had no intention of stopping.

I really started fucking her then. I should have been sweet, gentle with her. But fuck, I couldn’t stop myself.

“So good, Daisy.” I slammed into her once more. “Come for me.”

And she did, right then. She cried out and dug her nails into my flesh harder, moaning as pleasure clearly coursed its way through her, covering her face in euphoria.