can see her ribs, she’s still beautiful. More than beautiful. There needs to be a new word to describe how gorgeous she is. It’s not just her body that has me entranced. It’s her mouth, the words that leave it. It’s her mind, the way she already understands my company on her second day. It’s the way she pushes me to be better.
She raises her arms, and I lift her shirt over her head.
“When was the last time?” I say.
I return to kissing her stomach slowly as I inch my way up to her bra. It takes everything in me not to flip her over and fuck her roughly in my bed. But it’s not what either of us needs.
“Um…” she moans as I kiss her.
I lift her bra off her body and then twirl my tongue slowly over her nipple.
“How long?” I demand.
“Over a year. Five if you’re counting the last time I was in a relationship. Or the last time…”
“The last time?”
I gently bite down on her nipple making her cry out.
When I stop, she answers. “The last time a man has made me come. But even then…”
“It wasn’t fucking amazing,” I finish her sentence.
“No, I doubt you are capable of better, but usually I prefer my B.O.B. to what any man is capable of doing. Men are selfish.”
She’s not wrong. Most men are selfish. I’m selfish, but not when it comes to pleasing her. I’ll put any battery operated boyfriend to shame.
“You sure about that?”
“Yes,” she squeaks out.
I hook my thumb under her shorts and panties and jerk them down. Instantly reversing our positions, I grab her hips and roll her on top of me.
She gasps, but I haven’t even started yet. I pull her hips forward until her glorious pussy is staring me in my face.
Her eyes are wide as she stares down at me, unsure of what do to.
“Just enjoy this, sweetheart. Enjoy the ride.”
I move to kiss her and stop short when I see the tattoos on her hips, covered by her panties before. They aren’t tattoos to honor a lost family member. They aren’t words of encouragement or something sweet like I would have expected from my innocent girl. No, the tattoos are of fire. She’s on fire, burning. She’s dangerous, possibly more than I am to her. But it won’t stop me from diving in.
I pull her on top of my face, as my tongue carefully swirls around the lips between her legs. I take my time, learning her body. Figuring out how her body responds to my touch. Which places are more sensitive, and which can handle a sharper attack.
My tongue darts inside of her, feeling how tight and wet she is.
Her eyes close at the intrusion. Her hands grip my head though, telling me to never stop.
“Jesus,” she mutters.
“Jesus has nothing on me.”
And she hasn’t even begun to feel pleasure yet.
I slip a finger in her cunt, then a second. Slowly torturing her with my fingers as I find her G-spot deep inside.
My tongue finds the spot that I know is the key to making her scream my name. And then I’m relentless. My tongue dances faster and faster against her clit. Her thighs tighten around my head, begging me to keep going and to stop at the same time. I keep going, loving the mix of sweet and salty that is pouring off her onto my mouth.
I lap it all up. Needing more. Needing to milk her entirely of all her pleasure. I’m selfish in that I want this to be the best she’s ever had. I don’t want any other man ever to have a chance to compare to what I’m doing to her body. I want it all.
“Knight,” she cries out. “Fuck, Knight.”
I feel her clenching, her coming over my face. Her voice, singing my name. I’ll never get enough of seeing her like this. Completely at my mercy. And completely mine.
She rocks her hips back gently as she comes down from her high until she’s resting against my chest.
“Thank you,” she breathes.
I smirk. “Don’t thank me yet, that was nothing compared to what I have in store for you.”
I roll us over again, placing her beneath me while I do everything I can to hold back from thrusting inside of her without getting protection first.
“Knight?” her voice is sweet, raspy, and needy.
“Yes, baby?”
I reach over to the nightstand and find my stash of condoms. I pull one out and sheath myself, hoping to God she isn’t