He peeled back the band of my panties and slid his tongue along the skin he uncovered.
“What it is about these cotton panties you’re wearing?” he asked, again swiping his tongue across my skin.
It was then I was self-conscious about my plain panties. It was very unlike Allison to wear something so simple. As a matter of fact, her luggage, which I was unfortunately stuck with, was full of nothing but sexy lingerie and clothes that were way too revealing.
Thankfully, I was able to talk Wyatt into stopping by my parents’ place before we went to the airport. Once inside, I had put in my contacts, which I never wore because they were uncomfortable, and grabbed almost my entire drawer of panties. I reminded myself that from that moment on, I needed to wear Allison’s pretty panties and revealing clothing.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, hoping my plain, unattractive underwear didn’t turn him off.
His head popped up, his eyes moving over my expression with a look of confusion on his face.
“You’re sorry? Why? They’re sexy.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Sweet and innocent. I never thought it would be a turn-on, but it’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
I gulped. “Is that so?”
His dark eyes blackened, his lids falling until they were heavy slits, and I could feel the lust washing over me like a tidal wave.
“Oh, definitely. And knowing you’re mine now? It’s turning me on so damn badly, but I don’t want this to be over before we even begin.”
He kissed the inside of my other thigh and then slowly began to peel my panties from my body. I lifted for him, letting him remove the final shred of fabric from my body.
Cupping them in his hands, he sniffed them and sighed. “You smell sweet. I wonder if you taste sweet, too.”
Then he shocked me once again when he leaned down and licked my slit with a quick flick of his tongue.
My body bowed off the mattress as I called out from the pleasure that spiked through me.
By the time I was coming down from the sensation of his tongue against my wet flesh, he was once again on top of me. He fitted his body between my thighs, his hard cock pressing into the crease of my inner thigh, and then he kissed me once again, giving me a tiny taste of my sweetness on his tongue.
I kissed him back, drawing his tongue into my mouth and losing my fingers in his thick hair. I was so lost in his kiss that I hadn’t noticed him lining his body up with mine. Suddenly, all the pleasure I was feeling disappeared when he pressed his large cock into me in one quick thrust.
I wasn’t upset that he had been so abrupt. After all, it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know I was a virgin.
It was mine.
I cried out, my mouth going wide with the shock of his massive intrusion, and he stiffened above me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his brows pulled down in confusion.
Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. “Yes. It’s just been a while,” I lied. Digging my nails into his back, I pulled him closer. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t move, but I could tell from the expression on his face he wanted to. “Are you sure? We can stop.”
Stopping was the last thing I wanted. Sure, it didn’t feel that great when he first entered me, but I knew that part was going to hurt some. I also knew it would begin to feel amazing soon. If he could make me feel good with just a finger and a flick of his tongue, I could only imagine what he could do with the rest of his body.
He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. Withdrawing until I felt only the tip of his cock inside me, he then surged forward once again. My thighs stiffened against the intrusion, and I had to remind myself to relax.
He pulled back and pushed forward again, but this time, the pain wasn’t there, and I heard myself moan a little when a tiny hint of pleasure teased my insides.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel amazing,” he said against the crook of my neck, the ends of his hair tickling my cheek.
His muscles bunched under my grasp, flexing each time his hips pumped into me. The wetness between our two bodies melded together, our sweat helping his body slide against mine with his movements.
The more he moved, the better it felt, until I found myself gripping his ass and pulling him into my body. My knees spread wider as I opened for him, wanting him deeper and harder.
“Ah God,” I breathed. “Don’t stop. Please, Wyatt, just keep going.”
He leaned back and grinned down at me, a tiny dimple winking in my direction.
“You’re close. Fuck, I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. Are you going to come for me?”
I couldn’t possibly answer him. Not with the way he was working my body. I had never felt this kind of energy sweep over me and consume me.
“That’s it. Come for me. I want to feel you sweet and slick around me.”
My heels dug into the lush mattress, and I pushed the back of my head deep into its plushness. My body lifted, taking his thrusts and relishing in the noise of him slamming into me.
Until I felt something rising inside my center.
Higher and higher.
Deeper and deeper.
And then I closed my eyes, my body went rigid, and I climaxed for him.
I cried out, the sound echoing off the bungalow walls, as he drove into me faster, growling like a beast. With wide eyes and my mouth open, my orgasm seemed to last forever. He stared down into my face, enjoying my pleasure almost as much as I was.
“Fuck! That’s it, baby. I’m going to come. Yes. Fuck,” he roared.
He slammed into me one final time and froze, his eyes clenched tightly and his jaw hanging open.
I had done that to him. I had made him feel that pleasure. I never felt so amazing in all my life. I slid my nails down his back, riding his orgasm down with him until he relaxed and dropped on top of me.
He was heavy, but he felt fantastic. He slid his palm up my thigh, using his thumb to massage the muscle there, and then he pressed a sweet kiss to my collarbone.
I loved him, and I had given him a piece of myself that I had never given to any other person. A part of myself I didn’t plan to ever give away to anyone else. I was high on our moment together, but when he spoke again, my high instantly diminished, and I was once again left feeling broken and second rate.
“Damn, Allison. That was amazing, baby.”
He wanted her.