Page 52 of Out of the Gold

“You’ll get your turn, my little minx. But I’m going first.”

He pushes forward and I land on my back. Standing, he grabs my ankles and pulls them apart, sliding me toward the end of the bed. Leaving his arm across my stomach, he gets on his knees and kisses up my inner leg again. When he reaches my core—and I think he’s going to go for the gusto—he starts over on my other leg.

Finally, finally, he ends at my sex and I get on my elbows as he spreads me open with his fingers. Our eyes meet, then his flicker down my body. His nostrils flare, and he kisses me. Intimately. His tongue swipes over my clit, and a thrill races up my body. I lose the ability to hold myself up and collapse onto the comforter.

His chuckle greets me before he attacks me again. Concentrating on my clit, he forms all sorts of designs with his tongue, eliciting a loud moan from me.

“Charles, oh!”

At my exclamation, one of his fingers enters my body. In the spot he’ll soon be the first man to breach. The feeling is indescribable. Tight, but so good. He licks my clit again—more like devours it, while his finger now moves in and out.

Like when I use my vibrator, a buzzing starts at my toes. However, unlike with the toy, the buzz detonates throughout my body like lightning. Charles coaxes my orgasm faster than a BOB ever could. And the force of it makes my eyeballs roll back in my head. I scream as I arch and come for my boyfriend.

When I return to my body, he’s standing and pulling the comforter back. He takes the folded towel and puts it down, then places his hands on his waistband.

“No.”

He stills. “No?” He lets out a breath and closes his eyes. “All right.”

I jump to standing and approach him. “I mean no, don’tyoudo that. I want to.”

Relief crosses his face. “Oh, that sounds fine to me.” His arms drop to his sides.

I stop in front of him. “You’re amazing, you know that?” I trace his muscles, which ripple at my touch. “Your body is so hard.” At his laugh, I smile. “Well, you know that, huh?”

Screwing up my courage, I grab his boxer briefs and drag them down his long legs. Legs I’ve sewn into his leggings for days. That have just the right amount of hair. Masculine legs. I throw his underwear on the floor and stand back up, my eyes riveted on his erection.

No way will he fit inside me.

“Believe me, I’ll fit. And you’ll howl in pleasure for me.”

How does he know what I’m thinking? I reach toward his cock, which is huge and long and pointing straight out at me. He’s hard and silky at the same time, with some liquid at the tip. Adding the rest of my fingers, I close them around him. And squeeze.

Charles sucks in his breath. His hips buck in time with my stroking. His cock expands even further.

Stepping back, he says, “No. Not now. This time is all about you.” Physically, he turns me around and smacks my butt. “On the bed.”

I give him a saucy look over my shoulder—at least I hope it’s saucy—and do as he bids. The bed dips when his much larger frame joins mine. He situates me over the towel and rests his chin on his hand while tracing my nipple with his index finger.

“You’re so beautiful, Goldie. I’m lucky to have you in my life. Please don’t think I’m taking your gift to me for granted.”

I touch the cleft of his chin. “I know you’re not.”

We kiss again, the familiar tingles gripping my body. His mouth moves from my lips, raining kisses down my throat and back up to my ear. “I’m proud to be your first.”

Because I can’t form proper words, I nod.

He nips my lobe and moves down to suckle my breasts. His hand slips between my thighs, and he, once again, plays with my sex. He inserts one finger into me and pumps. My hips move in time with it while his mouth retakes mine.

Down there, a second finger joins the first. I still pump my hips, but relish the fullness. Charles keeps distracting me with his mouth, which moves to my ear. “How does that feel?”

“Great,” I breathe.

Scissoring his fingers, he lowers his head to my pebbled nipple and bites. “And now?”

The sensations rolling through my body dial up a notch. “Oh!”

Charles makes his way up my body again and kisses me. He removes his fingers from me, which disappear into his mouth. Holding them up in front of my face, he orders, “You’re delicious. Taste yourself.”

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