Sweet Torment(31)

He slides his hand inside the top of my gown and circles my breast with his fingertips before lightly tugging on my hard nipple. "You've never let a boy touch these, have you?"

"No. I always knew I wanted you to be the one to touch them."

"That makes me really happy." He yanks on the fabric of my gown and frees both breasts. He lowers his face and sucks my nipple into his mouth and then gently bites it, sending tingles of pleasure straight to my groin. "I'm your first for everything?"



       
         
       
        

Our past-lovers conversation only covered sex, so I wonder if he'll be angry to learn I did a little experimenting. "Almost."

His head jerks up to look at me. "What does almost mean?"

"I knew you were screwing around with lots of girls. It hurt. I thought kissing someone else might help me get over whatever it was I was feeling for you." But it didn't help. I never stopped wanting Bram to be the one I was kissing. He's the only one I've ever wanted.

"I was hoping these lips were untouched. I want to be your first-and only-for everything."

"You were my first real kiss. And my last."

"You bet your ass I am."

He cups my breasts from the bottom and pushes them together. He lightly squeezes my nipples again, sending a chain reaction of tingles between my legs. "I love everything about these. Their size. Their shape. Their color. Total perfection."

His lips claim the side of my neck while his hand navigates its way down my body. It dips into the front of my panties and cups me between my legs, rubbing up and down. Petting me. It's not enough. I want more. Need it. Now.

I part my legs wide, giving him full access to my body. It's an unspoken language. Interpretation: touch me any way you like.

My shallow breath is moving in and out of my chest quickly as I anticipate his next move. My vagina clinches in hopes it'll be that jerking/tapping thing he does with his fingers. Damn, that was so good, and he hasn't done it again since that night. I need him to do it again. I need him to do it now.

He pushes a finger through my slick center and back up once in a slow, torturous stroke. My clit is barely grazed.

Sweet. Torment.

I'm desperate for more, so I impatiently move against his fingers. Riding them.

He chuckles. "My girl needs more, huh?"

"A lot more."

He rubs his fingers up and down, every upward stroke hitting my clit. "Feel good?"

"Mmm-hmm."

He changes his technique and rubs me in a circular motion. My back arches off the bed and my legs fall even farther apart. A soft whine slips from my mouth when Bram stops and moves to kneel between my legs. Why'd he stop? It was getting so good. I felt the beginning of something.

He grasps the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs. "I'm dying to get my mouth on you."

Holy shit. He's going down on me.

He presses his lips to my inner thigh and trails kisses up my trembling legs. It's impossible to stop squirming beneath him. He moves upward and nibbles the skin of my groin, making me involuntarily convulse, before he grabs my thighs and pushes them back and apart. 

I'm thrilled the lamp is on. I plan on watching his mouth devour me this time.

I move so my upper body is propped on my elbows. Those intriguing hazel eyes meet mine when he places his tongue against my center and drags it in an upward sweep. His eyes on mine while he does this is super hot.

He licks me again. Slow. Soft. So good I want to scream.

"You like that?"

I nod because my vocal cords fail, but I manage to get out an, "Mmm-hmm."

He changes methods-sucking my clit into his mouth while gliding two fingers inside me, palm side up. I don't know what he's touching and rubbing in there, but it feels so damn good, I nearly die. But I can't die. At least not before I come. I won't be able to feel this way if I'm dead.

He does the jerking/tapping thing and my body jolts with the first contraction in my pelvis. And then I'm so wet I feel it running out of me. My legs tense, my toes curl. I mean it. My toes fucking curl. It's a real thing. Tingly warmth floods my face, neck, hands, and feet as I ride my orgasm to its fullest extent.

Bram comes up licking his lips. "I didn't think it was possible, but you taste even better after you come."

He shoves his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushes them down. His erection jumps out and points directly at me as if to say, you're the one, and I'm coming for you, virgin, so get ready.

Can't lie. Despite how much I want to do this, a little bit of panic sets in.

Bram crawls over me, and the glide of his body up my satin gown stirs a whole other set of desires. He lies against me once we're face to face, the brunt of his weight supported by his arms pressed into the mattress on each side of my head.