Page 6 of Defended By the Lumberjack
Laying kisses over those curves, I close my eyes and think of watching them expand while our babies grow inside her.
Fuck. I never thought breeding a woman would have me feeling so worked up, but the idea has me fumbling between us to get my slacks undone so I can fist my cock.
Possessiveness swells up from someplace deep inside me and I'm overcome with the need to claim this woman. I have to fillJuly's tight little pussy with my cock, mark her with my cum and erase anyone else who's ever been here before me.
"You said you don't have a lot of experience."
I'm settled between her legs now, my thumb pressing into her center through the soaking wet spot that's darkened the pink cotton briefs left between her sweet cunt and my mouth.
"Are you still a virgin, baby?"
I don't know what I'll do if she says yes.
The caveman roaring inside my brain wants to be the only one who will ever touch her, but a more civilized part of me is terrified of hurting her.
"No... sorry."
Relief floods me, then that possessive need to make her mine. Just mine.
"Was he someone special?"
Maybe we should have this talk when my mouth isn't watering from the anticipation of getting her sweet taste on my tongue, but there's a primal drumbeat inside my head that has to know.
Above me, July's head makes a soft sound as it hits the pillow and she laughs lightly at the ceiling.
"I was a twenty-two year old virgin living in Italy with roommates that acted like virginity was a disease. He was a Spanish history student visiting for his studies. He looked at my body like it was art and he acted like my v-card was a trophy.
We went on two dates and I never spoke to him again. Deed done. Roommates placated. He wasn't special and it didn't live up to the hype."
Another confusing battle rages inside me. Relief that her previous lover wasn't someone that will always be competing with me for space in her heart, and anger that he didn't make an effort to try.
"I'm gonna change that for you, right now, baby. When I'm done, you won't remember anyone but me."
Slipping the panties down her hips, I press my nose into the scent that has me half crazed and inhale. Then I do my very best to make sure I live up to the hype.
July makes a cute little noise. She sounds like she's all in with my promise and I plan to keep it.
"Knees up, baby girl, let me taste this pussy."
Chapter Four
July
Levi's nose dips between my legs and I'm suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that I've spent the last eight hours in the kitchen.
I should have taken a shower first.
The way Levi breathes in my scent and groans darkly before pulling my underwear off of me completely makes me less concerned about the kitchen smells that cling to me after a long shift.
I nervously follow his instructions to raise my knees and spread my thighs apart so he can wedge his broad shoulders between them.
"Relax, baby, let me make you feel good-- if I do anything you don't like, you make sure to let me know."
Levi's tongue slicks between my folds. It's such an unexpected feeling that I don't know how to react. Then he does it again, slower, taking his time like he's savoring a delicacy. His thumbs move closer to my center, pinning my thighs apart.
My brain is offline, my ears only aware of the sound of my own heavy breathing, Levi's occasional groans, and the lewd, wet sounds of his mouth working my sex till I'm unable to stay still-- or quiet.
"That's it, give in to it, let go, Jules-- I want your cream coating my beard."
