"Daisy, look at me," I demanded, pushing her soft hair from her face and running my hands over her cheeks. She blinked a few times before her eyes met mine. "You're fucking beautiful, do you hear me? You have the most amazing body I have ever laid eyes on." She shivered as I ran my hands down her legs. "Your skin is the softest I have ever touched. You’re perfect to me and that's all that matters. Piper wouldn't be giving you shit if she didn't feel threatened. She knows, everyone knows, you’re all that I want." I watched her mouth part and I ran my thumb along the opening between her luscious lips.
"Okay," she whispered, biting down on my thumb. I looked down at her in question and she nodded, pulling her hands away from the perfection I wanted to feast my eye upon. Tugging at the drawstring of her sweatpants, I dragged them down, revealing a pair of red, sparkly panties. My index fingers hooked in the sides of her underwear, gently running them down her perfectly sculpted legs. Throwing her panties, along with her pants, on the floor, I leaned back on my knees devouring her body with my eyes.
I traced every curve of her body with my fingertips, showing her my appreciation of her giving me the pleasure of having her body. My hands turned into my tongue, tasting every inch of her, taking ownership of her body. I groaned against the sweet scent of her skin, relishing a mixture of coconut and chocolate. Pleasing this girl pleased me.
"Why am I the only one who seems to ever have their clothes off?" Daisy said suddenly, grabbing me by my ears to lift my head up from between her legs. "I'm beginning to be at an unfair advantage." My eyes shot up, giving her a mischievous smile.
"That can be an easy fix, baby," I grinned, moving back to give her room as she pushed forward. Grabbing the hem of my shirt in her knuckles, she pulled it over my head frantically. My breathing heightened, closing my eyes halfway when she began inching her fingers below the jeans I swallowed, unsure of where she was going with this, but hoping to go she was going to do something quick before I exploded. I needed her to touch me.
Unbuckling my jeans with both hands, she slid them halfway down my legs and palmed me through my boxers. I groaned at the anxiousness of wanting to feel us skin to skin. Every muscle in my body locked up when she slid her hand into the waistband of my boxers and began to stroke me slowly. It was torturous but fucking nirvana at the same time.
My head fell back as I pushed forward in sync with her stroking and fought the urge to pull her hand away from my cock, lay her down and plunge deep inside of her.
"Hold on," I rasped out, grabbing her wrist. "If you don't stop, I'm going to burst."
"Isn't that how it's suppose to happen?" She asked, questionably, stroking me once more.
"Yes," I groaned, sinking my teeth into my lower lip, "but ladies first." I wasn't about to get off without her. Every man who’s not a dumbass knows to make sure the girls gets theirs before we get ours.
She stopped stroking and looked up at me from her dark eyes that reminded me of staring at the dark night. Sliding to the top of her bed, she laid down and did a "come hither" gesture with her finger. Sliding on top of her, I kissed her before sliding down her stomach and in between her legs.
"No," she argued, stopping my hand right before it went inside of her wetness. I pulled back, looking up at her confused.
"I want you," her tiny voice clarified, swaying her hips against the bed.
"Are-are you sure?" I gulped. Was this really about to fucking happen? I wanted to pinch myself but my hands were to selfish to move away from her body.
Leaning forward, she grabbed my neck and pulled me down to her mouth. "I'm positive. Are you going to make me beg, Mr. Montgomery?"
"Fuck no," I answered, smashing my mouth into hers. Our tongues slid easily against each other’s. The quiet space became filled with our quick breathing and heavy moans. Her nails raked down my back, stopping at my waist to pull my boxers down. Helping her, I kicked them off until they fall to the floor.
"Do you have protection?" She breathed out, our lips still attached.
"Yeah," I groaned, cursing myself for not getting that shit before. Pulling away from her, I leaned down to give her a small peck before grabbing my pants and opening up my wallet. I always had a condom. Always. Without fail. If there was any advice I ever listened to from my mom, it was to always wrap it up.
Grabbing the wrapper, I tossed my pants back on the floor and opened it with my teeth. "You sure you're okay with this?" I asked, again and held my cock at her entrance. I looked down at the girl below me. Her dark eyes were half closed and her front teeth were sinking into her luscious lips, still moist with my saliva.
She threw her palms against the bed. "Do you freaking do this to every girl you have sex with? Jesus! Yes, I am sure. I want you to have sex with me, Keegan! Do you believe me now!" Before I could answer, she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. I slid into her warmness slowly, easing myself in. My head flew back and I groaned when I filled her. There was only one word to describe what it felt like inside of Daisy: perfection.