and when he still doesn’t move his finger closer, I manage to croak out a yes, loving the fact that he’s asking for permission with each new experience.
He wants this to be good for me, to be perfect, and I swear it makes me want him a hundred times more.
“Yes,” I say again.
As soon as the word leaves my mouth, his finger slides under the edge of my panties, and he groans loudly. “So damn smooth...so fucking wet.”
My insides clench, and I pray he doesn’t stop. “I need you, Reed,” I gasp, willing to beg, to plead if he wants me to. I’ve never been this pent up for a release. Then again, I’ve never craved someone the way I do Reed, and it scares me. It fucking terrifies me.
“Perfection takes time, Fal. You need to have patience.” He scoots back, pushing my dress up over my hips and exposing my lower half. His finger brushing over my clit makes me pant, a deep moan slipping from my lips when he flicks the swollen nub.
“Has a man ever tasted you?” I lick my lips, almost unable to form a coherent thought. I shake my head furiously, wanting his touch, needing his touch.
“Use your words, Fallon. I need to hear you say it,” There’s an edge to Reed’s voice when he speaks, and out of fear that he may stop I answer him.
“No… No man has ever put his mouth on me.” My body trembles, pleading for an orgasm, one only he can give me. He smiles, and I nearly come when he wraps his fingers around the flimsy edge of my thong and yanks. The material is no match for his strength. All it takes is a sharp snap and they’re gone, leaving the most private part of my body bared to him. I should feel shy, but I don’t. I should close my legs and tell him we can’t do this, that it’s wrong, but I can’t.
It feels so right. The scrap of lace hits the floor, and Reed kneels at the edge of the bed, his hands gently spreading my legs apart, exposing my pussy to the cool air. Goose bumps cover my skin and I shiver involuntarily as he blows against my slit.
“I never thought I’d be the first man to do this to you.” He’s almost growling, and I want to beg him to lick me, to suck my swollen clit into his mouth, but he’s already there. “I never thought I’d get to do this to you at all,” is the last thing he says before he pulls my clit into his mouth and nudges one finger inside me.
The combination of sensations is too much and my climax catches me by surprise. It feels nothing like the orgasms I’ve given myself using fantasies of him. Instead, it rides right on the edge of pain and pleasure like I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life. Air fills my lungs, as if I’m breathing for the first time.
Butterflies explode inside my belly, and I grin, “Reed…” I sigh his name through a smile, feeling like I’m floating. My pussy squeezes his thick finger, and I wish it was his cock inside me instead.
“Jesus fuck, Fallon.” His words meet my ears, but I can’t comprehend them when he starts lapping up my release, his tongue slipping between my folds with each lick. He moves his finger in and out of me, causing another orgasm to build deep inside me.
“Oh, God!” I cry out, biting my bottom lip. I don’t want to scream but the pleasure is overwhelming me.
“Give it to me. I want to see you come again,” he demands, a second finger slipping into my tight channel like he’s spreading me wider to prepare me for his cock.
“Don’t stop,” I beg breathlessly, lifting my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. He curls them up, rubbing against a spot that’s going to send me flying.
My head is still spinning when he kisses the inside of my thigh. My skin is tingling, my body right on the edge of that proverbial cliff. With one last scissoring of his fingers inside me, I come, my body shaking and my legs turning to jelly as pleasure like I’ve never felt before courses through my veins.
My breathing is erratic and my heartbeat pounds in my ears. I’m almost afraid to open my eyes out of fear that this all just might be a dream.