muscle that disappeared into his pants. “You are beautiful too.”
He leaned up on his elbows. “What now?”
“You were my first kiss,” she said, dropping her fingers to the button of his jeans and twisting it open. “And my first love,” she said, pulling down the zipper.
She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled both down at the same time, watching intently as she revealed his erection. His hair was jet black in coiled springs. His cock was huge and hard, twitching lightly like a bull ready to break out of its pen, with light blue veins bulging and twisting down its sides. She yanked again, and the ruby head sprang free, knobbed and throbbing.
Her eyes flicked to his for a moment—and she drowned in them a little as her hand slid around the base of his sex, her fingers clasping him firmly as they stared at each other. His eyes were wide and black, his nostrils flaring, his chest rising and lowering with panted breaths.
“Princess,” he groaned, his eyes pleading with her.
“So many firsts,” she murmured, lowering her head and slowly taking his entire length into her mouth.
He made a strangled sound from the back of his throat, and his hips lifted from the bed as she raised her head, dragging her lips back up over the taut pipe of flesh. Licking her lips, she took him deep again, her panties flooding from the sounds he made—deep, guttural moans of pleasure that made her feel like a goddess. She raked her teeth lightly against him as she raised her head. Swirling her tongue over the red knob of his head, she licked the pre-cum from his tip, then, without warning, took him deep again. Pumping the base of him with her hand, she fucked him with her mouth, reveling in the way his hands fisted in the sheets and his hips stayed lifted off the bed and elevated.
“Gin,” he panted, “Gin, you have to stop.”
“Nuh-uh,” she objected, licking him slowly from base to tip before tonguing his head again with long, slow laps and soft moans.
“Baby, I’m goin’ to come,” he grated out.
She raised her head, nailing him with her eyes. “Promise?”
“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed as she wet her lips with her tongue and slipped them over him again, lowering her mouth slowly.
She felt him jerk and throb, felt the tightening, the imminence of his climax.
“God! Ginger!” he yelled, thrusting upward twice into her mouth before finding his release. She sucked him lightly, milking him until his body thudded back onto the mattress and he sighed long and low and deep with pleasure.
Finally she slid her lips up to his tip, kissing it gently before sitting up. His arm was thrown over his face, covering his eyes, as his cut, muscular chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing.
“Cain?” she said softly, cocking her head to the side, suddenly feeling a little bit insecure.
She watched his lips turn up into the hottest, happiest smile she’d ever seen, and she felt laughter bubble up, joyful and free. She’d made him happy.
He moved his arm and looked up at her, his eyes warm and sparkling. “That. Was. Epic.”
Careful of his spent sex, she shimmied over his pelvis and sat on his washboard abs. “Is that right?”
“I don’t even want to think about where you learned to do that.”
Her cheeks felt hot suddenly, and she looked away from him.
“Princess,” he said, reaching for her face and turning it to face him. “I didn’t mean to bring up Woodman. I’m sorry, I—”
“I never did that with Woodman,” she blurted out. “I never did that . . . until now.”
***
It was ridiculous that her words should make a chord of pure, unadulterated happiness thrum through his body, but they did. They did because Ginger loving a man that way would belong to him and only to him. And he wished he had something to give to her and only to her . . . and then he realized suddenly, he did.
“Well, Miss Virginia Laire,” he said, keeping his voice light though his heart pounded with emotion, “you were very good at it.”
“Was I, Mr. Wolfram?” she asked in a thick Southern accent, rocking back and forth lightly on his chest.
She needed relief, and fuck, he wanted to give it to her.
Reaching forward, he unbuttoned her jeans and worked the fly down, but she was still sitting on him, so he couldn’t get them off. Giggling, she unstraddled his stomach and knelt on