His Tattooed Virgin(Divine Creek Ranch 12)(52)

Moments later, just as he was nearly done, she shifted in her sleep onto her left side so that her backside was now turned to him.

In the dark, he whispered, “Perfect.”

He turned the page and started another sketch, quickly drawing the foundational lines of her somnolent pose. She looked like a beautiful sculpture, the curves of her pale back and derriere kissed by the moonlight and shadows. As she settled again, he filled in the details, bringing light and shadows to her dark, satiny curls and the creases of the sheet now trapped between her knees.

His cock swelled as he paid special attention to the flare of her hip and the expanse of her thigh, down to the delicate curve at the back of her knee. When it was finished, he sat there watching her, drinking her in, wondering what he’d done to deserve such an earthly angel. He didn’t deserve her, he thought as he stiffly rose and left the room to return the pencil to her desk and put the sketches away. The remnants of the disturbing dream and his memories no longer plagued him as he returned to her.

His cock was rigid from watching her while he’d sketched, and it throbbed as he climbed back onto the bed. He couldn’t wait any longer. Gently pushing her hip, and careful to not wake her, he rolled her to her back and pushed against her knee to spread her thighs just enough to give his mouth access.

Mindful that she would still be tender, he spread her outer pussy lips and applied his tongue in gentle strokes to her succulent flesh. Though she slept on, her body reacted, and she rolled her hips, pressing her pussy closer, wanting more. He tilted his head, smiling with satisfaction as he gave her another leisurely lick, enjoying the feel of her cunt against his mouth, like the flesh of a perfectly ripe peach.

She restlessly lifted a thigh, and he took advantage of the movement to wrap his hand around her leg, caressing her ass cheek, before sliding it around to stroke up the length of her inner thigh to her knee. She trembled beneath him and lifted her other knee, unconsciously opening herself to him. Her trust went to the bone, which humbled him.

Taking his sweet time, he licked until her cunt was swollen and dripping with her sweet juices. He could feel the tension building in her core as her rapid breathing intensified in pitch. With a single goal in mind, he gently sucked at her clit, rubbing it with persistent, slow strokes until her body broke into shudders, her eyelids flew open, and a hitching cry left her lips.

“Seth!”

He brushed his palms over her thighs and up to her abdomen as she made eye contact with him, her hips still undulating with her orgasm as he savored her rich scent and taste. He released her thigh and kissed a damp trail up her torso, detouring to lick and kiss the underside of her full breasts, enjoying her lush flesh as she stroked his shoulder blades and wound her fingers into his hair.

In a voice bleary with sleep, she whispered, “How did you do that?”

Chuckling against the fragrant column of her throat, he replied, “With great enjoyment.”

She wound her legs around his waist, opening to him as he lifted his head to smile at her. He watched her expression as he nudged her slick opening, looking for any trace of discomfort. Her moan was a mix of anticipation and pleasure as he slid the first few inches, coating his cock in her juices, before pulling out and sliding home. He broke a sweat at the hot engulfing sensation of her welcoming body and shifted higher to bury himself within her as deeply as he could. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her hips against his, greedily taking what he gave her.

Bracing himself on one elbow, he slid his hand down to grasp her ass cheek and withdrew almost completely and slid home in one thrust. “You okay?”

She tilted her head back, the most beatific expression crossing her face. “Yes, Seth, yes. More.”

Pushing up, he braced himself as he withdrew and watched as his throbbing dick slid between her lips again. The moonlight cast their flesh in a silvery light, and the artist in him captured the moment in memory, wondering what she’d think if she knew he planned to draw it from memory later. Recalling that she wrote erotica as a pastime, he had a feeling she’d be delighted. Withdrawing again, he slid home more firmly, and a growl tore from his throat at the way her sweet body accepted every inch of him as she moaned and writhed beneath him, emblazoning a second image in his memory to draw later. He groaned as her pussy tightened around his cock, tugging at him until the need to come became so great he had to fight it to give her a chance to go over with him.

He slid his fingertips against her lips and stroked her clit as he gathered some of her slick juices. Her walls quivered, and her fingertips tightened on his shoulders until his skin tingled with the contact. He lowered his chest to her breasts as he wrapped his hand around her ass cheek, reaching for the cleft of her ass.