I can't help it-I arch my back, curling upward into his touch, pressing against his hand. His other hand slides down to caress my other breast, and I part my lips, head falling back as my eyes drift closed. I moan softly, and …
That's when a loud clatter interrupts us. I jolt upright, forced back to the present, to remembering where I am-and who I'm with.
The sketchbook has fallen from my lap, the pencil clattering across the garden stones beside it.
But Farrow is relentless. He leans in and kisses the side of my neck, his hands still tracing my breasts. "Tell me you want more, Pamona. It's okay to give in."
I grit my teeth, clamp my lips tight. But his hands feel so good, tugging gently on my nipples now, little spikes of pleasure jolting along my body, and his tongue is trailing along my neck, tracing the lines of my muscles, his teeth nipping at my skin, and I can't help it.
He's right. "I want more," I whisper.
I can feel him smile against my neck. "Do you want me to repeat what happened the other night? Do you want me to make you come again?"
I swallow hard. This is a test, I know it is. But I'm too electrified now, my pussy clenching tight, dampness spreading between my thighs. "Yes," I murmur, half ashamed and half excited by the answer. By giving in.
He doesn't waste any time. The moment the word leaves my mouth, he's in front of me, pushing my knees apart. He kneels between them and shoves my flimsy skirt up around my hips. I cast a nervous glance over his shoulder, around the garden, but none of the servants are anywhere in sight. And I doubt he would stop even if they were-he's already pulling my panties down, tossing them aside as he presses his nose between my legs, the stubble on his cheeks scraping my sensitive inner thighs, making me gasp and tense.
Before he even touches me, he trails a finger along my slit, feeling the moisture there. "It won't be long before you're begging for my cock, Pamona."
I tense, digging my nails into my palms. "Never." There's a world of difference between letting him get me off and letting him fuck me.
He licks his finger, covered in my juices, and grins. "Your body doesn't lie. Look how hungry you are for me." Then he delves between my legs again. His tongue traces my upper thighs first, slow and hot and taunting. He trails his tongue along the crook of my legs, where they meet my hips, then traces the lips of my pussy with his fingers, not spreading them yet. I wrap my hands around his head, bury them deep in his hair as he parts my lips and runs his tongue along my slit. I arch my hips as his tongue goes deeper, each lick pressing his face harder against me, his nose digging into my clit as he eats me out.
His hands slide underneath me, half lifting me off the chair as he grips my ass hard. I gasp, my head falling back, and that's when he pushes his tongue fully into my pussy. My gasp turns into a long moan as he licks along my inner walls, pushing his tongue as deep inside me as possible. He curls his tongue, traces my front wall, and a shudder runs through my body, my hands fisting tighter in his hair.
Pleasure floods through my body, taking control over any sensible part of my mind that's left. When he draws his tongue out of me and runs the flat blade of his tongue over my clit, I inhale sharply, my hips jerking against the chair, thrusting up against his face. He grabs my ass with both hands and flattens his mouth against my pussy, licking harder, faster now. I moan again, louder, losing any control I had left. As his tongue lashes across my clit, I cry out, not caring who hears.
The orgasm hits me full-force and makes my body buck against the chair. He draws out from under my skirt, grinning. "As good as the last one?" he asks, licking his lips slowly.
"Better," I pant. He chuckles, self-satisfied, but my gaze has drifted to him instead. To the bulge in his jeans, more prominent than ever.
All I can think about is the last time I saw his cock. The taste of his cum.
He notices the direction of my gaze, and stands, slowly unzipping his jeans as he does. "You can ask for what you want, Pamona," he says.
"I don't want you to fuck me," I say, defiant to the last.
He smirks. "That's not the only thing you could ask for. If you want to taste me, you're welcome to."
I swallow hard. But he's already drawing his cock out, and it's every inch as glorious and strange and fascinating as it was last time, and I want to taste him again, not just a sneaky taste of his cum after he leaves the room. I want to feast on it.
"Go on, Pamona. You can give in, just a little. Unless you're scared. Do you think tasting me will make you want me too much? Afraid you'll beg me to fuck you if you do?"
Hell no. Two can play this game. I can suck him off without asking him to take my virginity.
I fall to my knees in front of him, and he laughs, guiding the head of his cock to my lips.
"I knew you were dirty for a virgin."
In response, I lick along the side of his cock, slow and sure.
He inhales sharply, his hand fisting in my hair, tight enough to bring tears to my eyes. I grin. It's good to know that I can have just as much of an effect on him as he does on me. Time to put that to good use.
I lift one hand to circle it around the base of his cock, and lick him slowly, my tongue exploring every side of him.
"Are you sure this is your first time?" he asks thickly, and I shoot him a narrowed glare. He just laughs and runs his hands through my hair. "You're a naturally dirty girl, that's all I'm saying."
But after a few minutes of licking him, I'm not quite sure what to do next. I know I need to take him into my mouth, but he's so thick, so long … How will I breathe?
He senses my hesitation and leans down, cupping my chin for a moment until I look up at him. "Relax," he says, those ice blue eyes locked onto mine, commanding. "Open your mouth."
I part my lips wide. He rests his cock on my lips for a second, gazing down into my eyes. Then he eases into my mouth, slowly thrusting forward. I wrap my lips around his cock and marvel at the sensation of him gliding along my tongue.
But he goes farther, farther, and my eyes get wider, my breath hitching with nerves.
His hand clenches in my hair again. "Relax," he repeats.
I force myself to take a deep breath and release my jaw. He thrusts against me, rocking back and forth, each thrust bringing him deeper into my mouth. Eventually, the tip of his cock brushes the back of my throat, and for a moment I tense, tears stinging my eyes, my body clenching as it yearns to gag. I choke a little, and blink up at him, nervous.
He just laughs again, catching my eye. "Don't be scared to make noise, little virgin. It's hot, hearing you gag on my cock."
I swallow, and he tenses in my mouth, his body stiffening at the sensation of my tongue against the underside.
"I didn't realize this would be so easy." His laugh reverberates through my body. "We'll be done in no time at this rate. Admit it, Pamona, you want me."
Part of me thrills at hearing him talk like that. Like he already possesses me. But more of me-the sensible half of my brain-rebels. No. Still, I cannot get enough of him, now that I've tasted him. I lick at the vein that runs along his cock, and we find our rhythm together, him thrusting into me, me licking and sucking as he does. His hands tighten in my hair, and I wrap mine around his waist, grabbing his muscular, firm ass to pull him farther into my mouth as I start to adjust to the sensation, to his size and flavor.
I want more.
"I'm going to come in your throat," Farrow growls, thrusting against me faster. "You're going to swallow my cum and love every drop."
I moan around him-yes-and that only makes him growl deeper, fuck my face harder.
He finishes with a guttural sound, half moan and half roar, and buries his cock in my mouth, up to my throat. I choke against him for a second, adjusting, but I love the feeling, and the flavor of his cum coating my tongue, my throat, my mouth. When he pulls out, he holds his cock in front of me, hands still pinning my head in place.
"Lick me clean," he orders, and I do. I run my tongue along his length, lapping up every drop of his cum.
When I finish, he grips my shoulders and pulls me up beside him, standing. I'm shaky, unbalanced, but when I go to lean on him, I notice he's quivering a little too. The second he sees me spot that, however, he stops and holds himself stiff and steady as he tucks himself back into his jeans.
"That was your first blowjob, wasn't it?" he asks again, and I flush.
"Of course," I reply, frowning at him. "Hell, I've never even kissed anyone before." I laugh a little. "Funny I wound up giving a blowjob before a kiss."
In response, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him. Before I realize what's happening, his lips crash into mine. I kiss him back, hard, tasting myself on his lips, just as I'm sure he can taste himself on mine. Our mouths part, and his tongue invades, intertwining with mine, claiming it the way he's claimed so much of me already.