I’ve done my best to bring Annie to this point; knowing what to expect from me. Each time I touched her brought her to orgasm; in the way I talked to her, texted, and in the videos or other things I made sure she watched. I’m not a tender man, not by a long shot. Annie brings out instincts and feelings I’ve never had before. Yet, sex is elemental to who I am. She may start off a virgin, but I plan to show her every forbidden pleasure my mind can dream up and make her want it…need it…crave it.
“I thought you told me to undress you?” she asks, placing a gentle kiss on my chest.
“I left the best parts for you,” I grin.
“I’m a little nervous,” she admits and I can hear her voice tremble.
I bring her face up close to mine, taking in all the myriad of emotions her eyes are trying to show and then kiss her softly. Our lips caress and graze each other in a slow dance that is intended only to divert her and to amp up her excitement.
I use my teeth to pull her lower lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I nibble it, let my tongue taste its flavor, all the while letting my hands pet and follow the contours of her body. I can’t resist massaging those sweet, luscious globes and bringing her even closer to me. I could be wrong, but I think that’s what pushes her over the edge and to the point her nerves take a back seat because she practically takes over our kiss. Her tongue forges into my mouth, trying to own it. Her hands move down to my sides and her fingernails bite into the skin, and the sweet sting of pain mixed with need acts like a drug in my system. I wanted to take this slow and easy the first time. Being with Annie doesn’t allow that, I just can’t. Together the two of us always end up being a raging wildfire.
“Annie…I can’t be slow. You deserve someone who can take his time and worship you patiently. Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t have it in me,” I tell her when we break apart. My voice is unsteady from the need coursing through my veins.
“I don’t want you to be anything other than the man I fell in love with.” The words lie there for a second and they’re backed up by the trust shining in her eyes. I may not be soft or able to give her what she deserves, but I vow I will make this good for her. I just hope I can. I know nothing about virgins. My darker desires always made me run from them.
“You can undress me next time…get up on the bed, now, Annie,” I order. She backs away and when the bed presses against her legs, slides upon it. Her eyes stay on me the entire time. I like that, I will demand it from her—especially when I introduce her to the pleasures of having more than just me and her in our playtime. I bank those thoughts down as an image of Latch touching my woman tries to plant itself in my mind. It will happen, but tonight belongs to Annie and me.
I undress, letting her watch it all. My hand strokes up and down my cock, my pre-cum already making it slick and wet. I lie down beside her, nibbling on the side of her neck. I make small bruises there. I know she likes it, and I need to mark her everywhere. I kiss a path down her chest, sucking on the pebbled nipple while my fingers play with the other. She gasps and her back comes off the bed from the sensation. Her hands wrap around my head pulling me harder against her. Delicious.
I let my hand drift to her sweet spot. She’s soaked. I fight back the urge to thrust inside of her. Instead, I let my fingers play. I start gently, massaging them back and forth in the slick, sweet excitement that’s gathered. I prime her clit, a combination of pushing and pulling that I know will get her where I need her to be. I’m dying to taste her again, but my dick will revolt at this point, not to mention my poor balls.
“Sabre…”
Her voice is vibrating with need. Her body thrusting and clenching my fingers, already. The fact that she can get this excited, this easily—is a gift. I kiss my way back to her neck, positioning myself over her.
“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” her eyes open slowly, so crystal blue and clear. She looks at me with all the trust in the world. I slide two fingers inside her *. Over the brief time we’ve been together I’ve been slowly stretching her, waiting for this day, but there’s only so much you can do with your hands. It’s almost a struggle to sink two fingers into her. Her muscles tighten instantly and she tries to ride them. I hold them still inside her, using my thumb to continue manipulating her clit. “So beautiful and all mine.”
“Sabre,” she gasps out as I begin to fuck her in earnest with my fingers, bringing her body quickly to the point of orgasm. I should be ashamed for not going slower, for not giving her the sweet, slow seduction she should have. She deserves all of that and more, but the truth is I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get inside of her.
I kiss along her darkened pink breast, sucking on the hardened nipple again and just as I feel her * spasm around my fingers, I bite down and pull with my teeth. My woman likes a little pain; I’m going to teach her to crave it. She has no idea just what her body is going to be searching for. The thought of being the one to give it to her is a rush like no other I’ve ever had in my life.