Page 86 of The Baby-whisperer and the Brute
“Is that so?”
I smiled and slipped a hand into the neckline of the cashmere wrap sweater, engulfing her breast in my hand and rubbing over the nipple in a slow, luxurious circle.
Her head dropped back on my arm, and she moaned.
“Yes,” she whispered. “You can’t do anything that would surprise me.”
A low chuckle. “Well now that sounds like a challenge.”
Rolling onto my knees, I hovered above her, spreading her beneath me and working at the fastenings of the sweater and bra as I kissed and stroked her, telling her all the ways I wanted to please her, pleasure her, satisfy her every need and desire.
Angelina kept trying to touch me, and I had to grab her hands and press them above her head each time.
“Angel,” I whispered. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but it’s been alongtime for me. If you want this to last more than a few seconds, you’re going to have to keep your sweet little hands to yourself until I give you the all-clear.”
“I don’t care,” she protested. “I want to touch you, too. I want to taste you.”
A full body shudder went through me, and I had to discipline myself not to give into the temptation. Of course I wanted those soft little hands on me, that beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock—of courseI did.
But we had a lifetime for that—at least I hoped we did. Tonight was all aboutherand her pleasure. I could barely even remember my first time—there was certainly nothing special and beautiful about it.
I wanted hers to be unforgettable.
Once I had her clothes off and my beautiful girl naked beneath me, her gorgeous hair spread over my pillows and sheets like a nest of spun gold, I set about kissing her from head to toe.
Angelina was incredibly responsive, sighing and squirming and moaning at the attention of my hands and mouth.
I worked my way down her body, kissing and licking her silky stomach, her hipbones, her thighs. When my mouth ventured to the soft curls between her legs, she protested, bringing her hand down to cover herself.
“Not there,” she said in a mortified tone of voice.
“Oh yes, sweetheart,” I countered, gripping her wrist and pinning it to the bed. “Definitelythere. Trust me, Angel. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. You’re going to like it. Just let me show you. Let me...”
Shaking with desire, I nuzzled into the heat and softness, my tongue sliding over the layered flesh, seeking and finding the aroused peak of her pleasure. She stopped resisting and sank her fingers into my hair, pushing herself into my mouth as I licked steadily into the silky wetness.
I sensed the growing tension in her body and worked hard to master the rapidly building urgency in mine.
As I devoured her, Angelina clamped her knees around my head, arching and groaning, her fingers twisting in my hair and her hips pulsing in sync with my steadily teasing rhythm.
She was close. I could feel it, and I resisted the urge to speed up, to change the disciplined pace. When she came, it was a thing of absolute beauty. She thrust herself against my face, cried out, and held a high arch, frozen in a sort of suspended animation before collapsing to the bed.
After a few seconds, Angelina tugged me upwards. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. “I’m so ready.”
As if there was even a chance of me saying no, she wrapped her hand around my dick and ensured it was a certainty.
Sunrise. Sunset. Death. Taxes. And making love to Angelina. There wasno waythis wasn’t going to happen.
I slid the head of my cock against her, gauging the wetness, and determined that no, virgin or not, lubricant would not be necessary today. This womanwasready for me.
I was so far beyond ready for her I was actually afraid of embarrassing myself.
The good news was, if that happened, she literally wouldn’t know any better. The bad news was I really,reallywanted it to last.
We were already ahead of the game—one orgasm beyond the odds, but I was a gambler today. I wanted to go for the big prize—making her come again, this time with me inside her so I could feel her sweet body throbbing and squeezing around me for the very first time.
I positioned myself over her and, whispering against her temple and her ear, nudged against the tight entrance to her body.
“Just relax sweetheart. It might be a little uncomfortable this first time.”
