His Tattooed Virgin(Divine Creek Ranch 12)(47)

His hair was silky between her fingers as she stroked the base of his head. He continued the tender assault against her senses while teasing her cunt with his fingertips and she wanted him to slide one inside her more than anything. Lust sizzled in every nerve ending when he gently breached her opening, teasing her with just the tip.

Her world spiraled nearly out of control as he pressed her back against the closet door. He gently sucked her clit and the flesh surrounding it and tortured her with more demanding, slow strokes of his tongue.

Her cunt clenched around his questing fingertip, and she bucked, needing more of it inside her. The stretching, burning sensation made her want the intrusion even more, but he held her still, grasping her ass and holding her raised knee open with his shoulder. The sensation of being pinned thrust her to the edge, teetering, waiting.

He increased his assault on her clit until it felt on fire and she sobbed with pleasure. She went up on tiptoe as the orgasm burst within her, and her body was wracked with tremors. Bliss settled into her nerve endings as the trembling convulsions receded. He pressed a sweet kiss to her mound then lowered her foot to the floor and stood up in front of her. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she caught her breath and smiled at the satisfied gleam in his eyes. Her cunt throbbed as though needing more, wanting more from him.

He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and then drew her into the steamy bathroom. She followed more than willingly, hoping this was a night of many firsts. He pulled off his boots and socks, and surprise showed on his face when she kneeled on the bathmat, at eye level with the thick bulge hidden behind denim. When he didn’t make a move, she lowered his zipper, and then tugged down his jeans. She caught the waistband on his knit boxers and would’ve pulled them down too, but he stopped her with his hand on hers.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m not keeping score.”

“Neither am I, Seth. I want to know what you look like all over, up close and personal.” She gazed up at him and smiled at the approval she saw in his eyes. He released her hand and braced himself against the vanity as she carefully drew back the elastic and got her first look at his ruddy cock.

“Seth,” she whispered as she stroked his hard, pulsating length with two tentative fingertips. Her cunt ached with a burning need that was all twisted up with concern over how much it was going to hurt the first time. He was big. But then the thought of him actually sliding that monster inside her made her pussy quiver with pre-orgasmic glee.

His engorged flesh stood up straight and rigid but was sheathed in skin that felt incongruously silky. She leaned close and kissed his abdomen, drawing a hiss from him as her chin lightly brushed against his erection. His scent was musky and completely masculine, stirring a tremor of need deep inside of her.

Glancing up at him, she was enthralled by his expression, a mixture of anticipation and agony. He tilted his head back and bit his lower lip, a thoroughly masculine picture of pleasure. Proud that she could do that for him, she brushed her nose against the tickling hairs at his groin, breathing in his scent. His fingertips slid through her hair to the nape of her neck, holding her to him.

“Sweet Jayne.”

She backed away an inch or two and stroked his cock with her palm, noticing he shuddered as she wrapped her hand around his thickened length. He felt solid and heavy in her hand, a wonderful contrast with the silky skin this powerful part of him was covered with. The head of his cock turned a darker shade of red as she watched, and she didn’t deny the urge to taste him. She licked the ridged head of his shaft and a deep groan erupted from him. Her mouth watered at the taste of the droplet seeping from the tiny slit, and she lapped at the underside of the head.

His eyes blazed with blue fire as he encouraged her. “Your mouth feels so good on me, baby. Take it. Try me.”

She opened her lips and slid him inside, taking care with her teeth. He groaned again and flexed his hips. She gripped the base of his cock and reached up with the other hand to palm his balls and gently rub them. His hand in her hair trembled, and she moaned as she took more of him, wanting him to know that she liked it.

When the head brushed the back of her throat, she sucked as she withdrew while sliding her hand up from the base to wet it. On her next downward motion, his cock slid through her hand as well, and he moaned. She established her rhythm and sucked his cock, feeling it grow even harder in her mouth, the head even firmer and the ridge more pronounced. Knowing she had that much of an effect on him made her feel powerful and wanton.

She tasted another droplet of his pre-cum on her tongue and looked up at him as his mouth fell open and he shuddered. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw going tense.