The first taste of Lana on my tongue was mind blowing. I don’t think I have ever tasted anything so sweet. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, exploring her further. She sighed with delight and sucked my tongue deeper.
I was unable to keep my hands still. My left wrapped itself in her hair, holding her head at the angle I wanted. The other skimmed down her bare arm, across her hip, and between her silken thighs. Her skin was so soft, so perfect. Without actually realizing that I was doing it, my fingers traced the edge of her panties.
She pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Wait.” Her breathing was labored. “I… Just wait.” She pushed her hair away from her face. “I need to think.”
My fingers were still playing with her panties. “I’ve waited a lifetime,” I told her as her heat scalded my fingertips. “But if you want to go slower I will.” I wasn’t going to rush this. If she needed more time before I made love to her, then I would give it to her.
Lana
His kiss was drugging.
I probably shouldn’t have let him kiss me in the first place, but once those sinful lips touched mine, I was gone. Who was I kidding anyway? I knew what I had wanted the instant he had pulled me out of that stupid restaurant. All through dinner I kept feeling his eyes on me and knew—even if it was mostly unconsciously—that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
When I felt his fingers playing close to a place that had only ever been touched by one man, I got scared. Not because I was unsure if I was ready, or if this was what I wanted because if—no, when!—I made love with Drake, he would know that I had lied to him.
“Do you want me to stop?” he murmured, watching me closely.
I shook my head. “No… Just slow down.” I swallowed my nervousness and lowered my head to his again. His lips were damp from our first kiss. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, delighting in his taste.
His hand released my hair and cupped my breast. My nipples hardened to the point of pain, my breasts swelling. Between my legs, his fingers continued to explore the edge of my panties. Just as his middle finger ventured underneath I decided that I would deal with the consequences of my lie later. For now, I needed Drake far too much to care about anything else.
I shifted, opening my legs more so he had full access to my pussy. He groaned as he pulled my underwear to the side and skimmed his fingers down the outer lips. I was wet, almost drenched with my liquid desire for this man. “God! Angel, your heat almost hurts…”
I buried my face in his chest, unable to contain my pleasure filled cries as he pushed down on my throbbing clit. My fingers twisted in his shirt, holding on tight as he took me higher with ease. My body began to shake as my climax rushed up on me.
“Drake!” I cried as he pinched my clit and tugged.
Just as I neared the edge he stopped. My head shot up, unable to comprehend why he had stopped right when I was about to come. “Wh..?”
“Shhh.” He brushed a kiss over my lips and reached for the hem of my dress. “I need to see all of you.”
With shaking fingers I helped him. My dress was tossed over the couch, and I worked on the clasp to my bra while he tugged my panties down my thighs. His eyes were on fire as he looked down at me. Shaking fingers traced across my tattoo along my panty line. The words were written in beautiful cursive script and read: Love Me Without Regret.
“So fucking beautiful!” He growled.
Strong hands gripped my hips, and he lifted me until my back hit the cushions of the couch. Drake moved until he was on his knees between my spread legs. His eyes lingered on my pussy, seemingly entranced by it. I was still hanging on the edge, needing to come so badly I was shaking from it. While he continued to look down at me, I skimmed my fingers down until I touched my soaked lips.
“Oh, fuck!” he muttered as he watched me touch myself. “Dip them inside, Angel,” he commanded in a voice so rough with desire it was almost demonic.
I thrust two fingers deep inside with ease, moaning at how good it felt. I was close, my inner muscles clutching at my fingers as I neared the end. With a growl, Drake pulled my hand away and sucked my fingers into his mouth. I watched in a desire filled daze as he sucked my arousal from my fingers.
Then his mouth was on my clit, making me scream with pleasure as he sucked it hard. I tossed my head back against the couch, shuddering as I tried to hold back. My fingers tangled in his hair as I lifted my hips and ground against his tongue. His hands cupped my breasts, holding onto me as I drove toward my orgasm.
“Fuck!” He groaned, tonguing me deeper. “You have the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted,” he muttered. “Come for me, Lana. Come for me, my angel.”