ever wanted a woman before. I want her to be mine. I want all of her firsts. I want to claim her virginity someday and add that to my most prized memories. I want her submission. I want her to be my little.
That last part might be tricky, but so far, she’s showing all the signs of acceptance. If only I can be so lucky.
I return my attention to her clit, circling it again, gathering her wetness. When I finally flick my finger over the distended nub, she cries out. I drag two fingers through her folds next, not entering her in the slightest, just giving her a taste of what she’s missing.
She’s so precious. Every whimper and moan. Every loll of her head to one side. The way her nipples stand at attention. I can’t resist lowering my face so I can inhale her scent. I won’t put my mouth on her tonight. I’ll save that luxury for another time. I won’t have any trouble making her scream for me with my fingers. She’s that aroused.
I flick over her clit again, this time watching her face.
Her head tips back, her neck elongating. Her hands are fisted so tight that her knuckles are white. Her chest is arched, her breasts so fucking sexy. Her belly is flat, hollow even. Her heels are digging into the mattress again, but she’s keeping her thighs parted.
My cock is protesting this plan, but it will have to wait until I’ve left her room. If I touched myself right now, I would come all over her thighs. As it is, the tip of my dick is sticking out of my flannel pants. She can’t see my issue from her perspective though. And that’s for the best.
My possessive instinct takes over, and when she meets my gaze, pleading with her eyes, I tap her pussy. “You’re mine, Britney.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“This bundle of nerves is mine.” I lower my fingers to her labia. “This pussy is mine.” I don’t stop myself, easing my fingers to her lower puckered entrance. “Your bottom is also mine.”
She nods. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.” She’s shaking.
I finally return to her clit, gathering her wetness from between her parted labia again, and circling the nub. When I flatten three fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves and rub, she finally tips over the edge.
As I suspected, she screams, making me smile. Her body shakes with the intensity of her orgasm. Her clit pulses noticeably against my fingers where I continue to rub her, not slowing down or easing from her swollen skin until she gives the first hint of a wince.
She’s panting heavily when I smooth my hands back up to cup her breasts. There’s a gorgeous smile of satisfaction on her lips as I tease her nipples once again.
When I finally lean over her and take her lips, she cocks her head to one side and gives me full reign to deepen the connection any way I choose.
I don’t hold back. I kiss her like it’s the last time I’m ever going to see her. I kiss her with all the passion that’s been building in me from the moment I saw her small frame sleeping in her car. I reach for her hands, thread my fingers with hers, and press them into the pillow to emphasize my possession.
She gives me this and so much more. Her sighs are music. Every noise she makes stirs my cock further.
When I break the kiss, knowing she needs oxygen, I lower my mouth to reverently kiss both her nipples. I resist suckling them for now, but I need to at least feel the pointed tips against my lips.
I slowly lift off her, pull her nightie down to her belly, and ease her legs back together. I rise to tug the covers over her and then massage her arms as I move them from above her head to down over the covers. I find Bunny and snuggle the stuffed animal in with her owner.
She watches me this entire time. When I’m satisfied that she’s comfortable, I lean over and kiss her forehead.
“Thank you, Sir.” There’s a lilt in her voice.
I meet her gaze, chuckling.
“You can add that one to my tally marks.”
“Oh, I will, sweetie. Count on it.” I cup her face. “Sleep now. I’ll leave your door ajar so I can hear you, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” The term of reverence slides off her tongue so easily that I want to yank the covers back down,