I slid up her body and started stroking her through her panties while I kissed her. I could not bring myself to rush this, no matter how frantically I wanted to be inside her. The thought that she was a virgin kept circling in my head, telling me to go slow.
My 'other head' was arguing vociferously.
I felt how damp her panties were getting and grinned. At least I knew what I was doing here. I slid my hand over her flat tummy and into her panties.
I groaned as my finger skimmed the edges of her sugar lips. Oh man, they felt so soft... I slipped a finger inside and grunted at the feeling of her tightness.
No man had ever done what I was doing.
Knowing that sent me over the edge. I sat up and tore her panties off her. Then I dove down, face first into her lap. An actual, literal fucking muff dive.
Her little * was so pretty. I kissed it like it was her mouth, alternating soft and hard strokes with my tongue. I pushed the tip of my tongue inside her and felt her clamp down on me.
Good. Fucking good.
I realized I was going to make her cum and I stopped, wanting to keep her on the edge as long as possible. I leaned back and grabbed my junk through my jeans, staring down at the beautiful girl on my bed. Her eyes were soft and unfocused. Her breathing, rapid.
Her perky ass tits were heaving with each breath.
God damn, the girl was sex on wheels.
She just didn't know it.
Nevada licked her lips, eyeing me nervously. She was turned on as fuck but afraid. I felt something inside me twist.
I groaned, pressing down on my dick.
Fuck man. I couldn't just do this. She wasn't sure. I could tell.
"Are you going to fuck me now? Will it hurt?"
"Don't you get it Nevada? I can't hurt you."
I reached for her again.
Nevada
His fingers curled and twisted, exploring every inch of my *. But lightly. Barely touching me. I whimpered a bit, straining for his touch.
He'd been toying with me for an hour now. I thought he was going to try and fuck me but he hadn't. He hadn't even taken his pants off.
"Clay... please..."
"You want me Nev? You want me for real?"
I nodded. I was scared but I trusted him not to hurt me too bad the first time. After that though, I knew all bets were off.
I didn't have high expectations for a legitimate romance with Clayton Westfield. A fling maybe. But a relationship? It wasn't going to happen.
At the moment however, I couldn't bring myself to care.
He looked serious as he stared down at me. Very slowly he lowered his mouth to my chest and started working my nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard and flicking the hard point of his tongue against them. Back and forth he went, driving me absolutely crazy with desire.
I groaned, trying to rock my * against his hand. But he didn't increase the pressure or even grind into me like he had before. Finally he lifted his head and stared down at me.
"I'm going to stop touching you now. So you know how I feel. So you can lie awake tonight and feel like your bed is on fire from wanting me. And the next time I touch you, you're going to beg me."
He leaned in, his breath fanning my neck.
"You're going to beg me not to stop."
"Please Clay... don't..."
He smiled at me then.
"I want you to be sure Nev. I want you to want me as bad as I want you."
He lifted his hand away and stared down at me.
"I know exactly how this feels Nev. It's how I feel all the time. Fucking empty."
He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"You can sleep here if you want. I'm going to the pool house."
I inhaled sharply as he pulled his shirt on. He opened a drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle of bourbon. He must have sobered up by now.
For a moment, I wondered what made him so tortured that he drank like that all the time. And then I felt my body crying out for his touch. I curled into a ball, shivers tearing through me.
He'd left me.
He'd aroused me beyond belief and then he'd left me.
Now I was in his bed, naked.
OH MY GOD.
I sat up and looked around for my clothes. I found my shorts and my top and bra. I slipped them on, tearing the bed apart but finding nothing. Frantically making sure I hadn't left behind proof for the maids to find.
After all, I knew every fucking one of them. They all reported to my mother. That would be perfect.
'Miss Jones, we found your daughters panties in Clay Westfield's bed.'
Not that they'd know they were mine. But still, there would be gossip about Clay banging girls in the house. And if my mother saw the undies, she would know instantly they were mine. The thought was horrifying enough to send me into a state of utter fucking panic.
I crept down the hallway and down the stairs, terrified that someone would see me. But it was late enough and luck was on my side. I went down to the kitchen and slipped out the back door. Then I ran along the manicured pathways to the other side of the estate.
It was only later, after I'd showered and crawled into bed, still craving his touch that I realized what had happened.
While Clay was toying with me, bringing me to the edge over and over again he'd done something so sneaky that it blew my mind.
He'd stolen my panties.
Chapter Eleven
Clay