I pull the string on the light and wish there was a window in the room. I want to see her in the moonlight. Even if it’s just her silhouette. I hear her breathing accelerate and I know she is nervous. She can’t see me, but the feeling will be more intense because of it. I slide between the covers, keeping my weight on my arms as I lean down into her hair and inhale. Her body is shaking with need, and the fear and excitement and trembling is so intense that I speak to her in hopes of calming her nerves. “I promise to give you what you asked for and nothing else. Trust me.” My whisper of words works and I feel her body relax. I kiss down her neck and across her collarbone before making my way to her mouth. When my lips find hers, she opens to me and I slip my tongue inside and I feel her sink further into the mattress. Fuck she tastes amazing. Like citrus. Just like she smells.
I keep the kiss slow and deep, trying to calm the urge to ravish her. She moans in my mouth and I have to lift my hips to keep my hard cock from touching her. Reluctantly, I pull away from her mouth and kiss down her neck, paying attention to every place that is bared to me. Her arms, her hands, her stomach, and of course that little crease at her elbow. Her moans are louder and her hands have found my hair. She pulls and it feels so fucking good I’m afraid I don’t have the willpower to stop.
I don’t go below her stomach because there is no way I can kiss her without diving beneath her panties at the scent of her *. The smell of her arousal is mouthwatering and I know she is wet and ready for me. I find her mouth again and kiss her deep. I can’t get enough of her. I feel her hands tracing the muscles of my shoulders and my back. Her nails are short but manage to find their way into my skin. I want her to mark me. I want to remember this night. I want her pleasure to scar me. But my wants are not important. Only hers.
“Dirk.” At the sound of my name on her lips, the ache in my chest becomes heavier. She is desperate and begging for release.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper in her ear, kissing my way back down her neck as my hand rubs from her hip to breast and back down.
“Please,” she begs, and I know she can’t say it. She is ashamed and embarrassed to say what she really wants, and her words tell me she is not very experienced. My fingers trace across the hem of her panties and I hear her take a deep, staccato breath in anticipation. I slip my hand under the material to find her bare and wet.
A groan escapes me and it’s my second show of weakness. I find her small clit that throbs between her wet lips, and I rub it softly. She is shaved, her lips just as full as the ones that surround her mouth, and I can’t imagine her feeling any different or any more perfect. A moan rips through her chest and I feel my own swell at her reaction. I shift my weight so I’m on my side and her legs open wide, inviting me in.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good,” I whisper in her ear, and I’m rewarded with another moan of pleasure. She likes the way I compliment her. She likes that I called her baby. I like that she likes it. Her hands push her bra up, exposing her chest to the darkness, and I’m so fucking jealous of it I growl. My mouth finds her hard nipple easily, and when she says my name, I don’t care if I ever see them. Kissing them is so much better. I want to kiss her *. I want to taste her wetness. I’m working hard to not let her come in hopes that she will ask me, but I know she won’t.
I release her nipple from my mouth and whisper over it, my breath blowing against it, and although I can’t see, I know it is puckering further in the darkness. “Can I kiss your *?” I ask. I’ve never said those words in all my fucking life. I’ve never had to.
“Please,” she begs me, and I’m hesitant because I know I will never get to do this for the first time again. It will never be the same after I first taste her. I will never get that feeling of satisfaction again. I will chase this high for the rest of my life and nothing will ever compare. But I won’t let it stop me. I can’t. Now my dreams will be filled with her smile, her scent, and her fucking taste.
I slide between her legs and take her panties off, tossing them to the floor. I don’t want to tease her any longer. I bury my nose in her sweet-scented * and inhale deeply. She is divine. When my tongue slides between her lips, her sound is more than a moan. It is a cry of passion that almost makes me lose it. My mouth consumes her *—drinking her and savoring her scent and taste. I kiss her with my lips, sliding my tongue over her again and again. I avoid applying too much pressure because I’m being an asshole and want to taste her longer, but she’s not complaining.
She is writhing under me and crying out my name. I insert the tip of my finger inside her and she tenses, but she relaxes when I don’t push further. Her reaction screams at me. It tells me this sexy goddess, that no other woman can compare to, hasn’t been touched in a long time.