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"Are you sure?"
Obeying some primal urge, my hand lifted to cup his jaw. His skin felt like warm velvet, and his spicy scent made me feel a bit drunk.
“I’m sure,” I said and meant it.
His lips nipped along my neck, traveling over my shoulder and downward. I held my breath and the first touch of his mouth against my nipple brought forth a low moan from some part of my soul long since forgotten.
He traced a path of heat over my skin, every kiss igniting a fire within me. With each tender touch, he paid homage to the curve of my breasts, tracing the swell and dip with his lips. My nipples stood at attention, yearning for his touch as he bestowed gentle kisses on first one breast, then the other. The sensation felt like being bathed in warm honey, the sweetness seeping through my entire body. I couldn't help but arch my back, offering myself completely to his ministrations. With every touch, shivers raced down my spine and elicited soft moans from my lips.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.
My eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself gazing at him. His dark hair fell loose from the bun and cascaded over his shoulder, framing his chiseled face in a way that could only be described as dreamy. As he leaned over me, tending to my needs with practiced skill, a surge of desire curled in my belly, spreading through me like a wildfire. Each movement caused my heart rate to quicken, and my body tingled with anticipation. The lustful thoughts swirling in my mind went lower and lower, igniting an intense craving for more.
I didn’t expect this.
I wasn’t so naïve that I didn’t know what happened when most men visited prostitutes. I expected to endure—not to enjoy. I expected pain… not the pleasure from his touch.
With each gentle caress, each press of his lips against my skin, I felt my body responding with heightened sensitivity. Every touch sent a shiver down my spine and tightened the coil of desire throbbing at my center. I let go, surrendering completely to the skilled and attentive attention lavished upon every inch of my body.
He took his time, eyes drinking in every inch of my skin as he slowly removed my delicate lace panties. His rough fingertips trailed up and down the outside of my thighs, sending shivers of delight across my skin. I felt the heat of his gaze on me, intensifying the sensations and making me ache for more.
His eyes, a warm golden hue, traced down my figure with deliberate slowness before settling at the intimate junction of my thighs. A lopsided smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took in a deep, shuddering breath.
Damn, that was hot.
Electric anticipation charged the air between us, and I held my breath in response to his intense stare.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
His cock strained against his breeches, even covered I could tell he was larger than any human I’d ever seen. A flicker of fear skittered through me wondering about his strangeness, but lust pushed anything but want out of my brain. I widened my thighs, ravenous for the feel of him inside me. I expected him to shuck his clothes and thrust inside me. Oh, who am I kidding.I wanted him naked and inside me. Instead, he lifted my knees over his broad shoulders.
“Ummm?” The sound burst out of me with a bit more disappointment than I wanted to divulge.
As he leaned closer, I felt the heat radiating from his skin, engulfing me in a wave of warmth.
“I have to taste you little darlin’.”
He took a deep breath and exhaled into my core, sending shivers down my spine and causing me to jerk in anticipation. His scent mixed with the surrounding air, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled my senses.
“I need to ready you little darlin’,” he smirked up at me from between my thighs. “I’m quite a bit larger than you are used too I suspect.”
Suspect?
From the sight of the monster twitching against his leather pants, I knew it to be a true statement. The fact he cared about not hurting me….
Sexy.
His lips traced a tantalizing path along the curve of my thigh. Their gentle touch sent shivers of delight coursing through every nerve in my body, igniting a deep and primal pleasure within me. The sensation is both electric and maddeningly subtle, making me ache for more with each passing second.
His intense gaze locked onto mine, a mixture of need and reverence sparkling in his eyes. His gentle fingers caressed my sensitive center, eliciting a shiver from deep within me. With tender precision, he continued to explore my body, his touchsending electric tingles down my spine. His skilled lips and fingers danced over and around my most intimate areas, teasing and arousing me with each deliberate movement. Finally, he used one expert fingertip to trace circles around my entrance, igniting a fire within me that I could no longer ignore.
My fingers burrowed in his thick chestnut hair, and I thought I hear him laugh, but couldn’t be sure over the echoing thud of my heart.
A primal moan escaped my lips as his tongue began to tease my most sensitive spot. His hands, strong and skilled, roamed freely over my body, kneading, and caressing with purpose. His mouth was a masterful explorer, tracing every curve and dip of my flesh with eager determination.
When his lips finally grazed over my clit, I arched up in ecstasy, letting out a guttural cry. It's almost as if he’d studied every inch of my body, knowing exactly how to pleasure me. With expert precision, he circled his tongue around my clit, building me up with gentle strokes before increasing the pressure and speed, causing me to squirm beneath him in pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
His strong, firm hands pressed down on my quivering thighs, holding me in place as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body trembled and my breath came in short, ragged gasps. I clung to his shoulders with trembling fingers, desperately trying to maintain my grip as a powerful force built inside me, surging towards its climax.
