Page 9 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
The way his eyes moved back and forth so rapidly had me wondering if something was the matter. “Blyss, I think it’s important that you make some of your own decisions. This is an easy one. At this point, right now, while we’re getting to know each other, what do you want to call me? For instance, I want to call you Blyss, not Sub.”
“Then I’ll call you Troy.”
“That was pretty easy, huh?”
“It was. Troy, I don’t want you to think I’m not a strong woman. I’ve overcome adversity and am working on making something out of myself. I’ve spent all of my life thinking for myself.” I paused and looked down, as I felt like I was talking too much about things that didn’t matter. “That might sound kind of stupid.”
He pulled out the rubber band that held my braid together and ran his hand through my hair. “I get it. You want my opinion on things. I can do that. In the end, I want you to make your own choices. And I never want you to go past any of your pain limits. When you begin to feel overwhelmed, you let me know right away. I never want to hurt you.”
“Isn’t that what this is all about? Hurting me, then kissing me to make it better?”
“No.” He kissed my neck, making my nails push into his back. “Ow.” He pulled his head back to look at me. “Less nail, baby.”
Moving my hands, I blushed. “Sorry. You just made my toes curl, and my fingers went right along too.”
“One little nibble to your neck and all that happened. Boy, are you going to like what I do to you.” He bit his lower lip and cupped the back of my head, holding me still as he kissed me.
I tried not to curl my fingers as I put my hands on his shoulders. I thought about everything I was doing. I moved my tongue with his, which kind of sharply had him ending the kiss. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m pushing you. I’ll stop.”
“No!” I looked down then looked back at him. “I like when you kiss me and I want to get better at it.”
He picked me up and laid me on the bed, moving to one side of me. He stroked my cheek, then kissed me again, moving my arms around his neck where I let them lie in a relaxed state.
The position made me comfortable, and I felt more at ease somehow. It was cool to me how he instinctively knew how to get me comfy and open to him. He ran one hand up my leg and I moaned. It was my first sexy moan, and it must’ve been a good one because he pulled his mouth away and looked at me with a lusty gaze. “Damn, we’re going to have fun, you and I, Miss Danner.”
“That’s good to know.” I pulled him back to me and kissed him. It was the first kiss I’d taken charge of and I found things were coming quite naturally. As we kissed, he moved his hands all over me, stroking my stomach, then massaging my breast. It was exhilarating and not at all what I thought it would feel like.
When he took my hand, my stomach went tight as he moved it to his groin. He made me touch his rock-hard dick and pulled his mouth away to look at me. “Look what you did to me, princess.”
I gulped as he moved my hand up and down it. “Can I feel it for real?”
His lips curved into a smile and he opened his pants, then slipped my hand under his boxers. I felt the soft skin of his dick that covered the hardness of his shaft. He wrapped my hand around it, moving it up and down. All the while, my vagina was on fire, and it ached. It actually ached.
I had no idea why it felt that way from just feeling a penis in my hand, but it did, and it moistened too. I felt so wet that I was pretty sure there was going to be a wet spot on my panties.
Troy gazed at me as he moved my hand, then he blinked and asked, “Would you like to see it?”
“I should look at it, shouldn’t I?”
He nodded and moved away from me, getting onto his knees and pushing the pants and underwear down. His cock stood straight up, and I gasped, then closed my eyes.
The laugh he made was hearty and deep. “Now how about you let me take a look at yours?”
My eyes sprang open as I nodded, but couldn’t utter a single word. He pushed my dress up and pulled my panties down in the front and whistled. I was already blushing with a ferocity liked I’d never known and wondering if mine was any better looking than all the others he’d seen.
“Does it look okay to you?”
“Okay?” he asked, then shook his head. “It’s a hell of a lot better than just okay, Blyss. It’s beautiful. Can I kiss it?”
I threw my hands out to the sides of me and shouted, “Oh, hell!”
“Is that an oh, hell, yes, or an oh, hell, no?”
“Are you sure you wanna do that? I mean, shouldn’t I go clean it all up for you or something? I mean, I wanna be fresh for you.” I was rambling and knew it, but I was nervous.
“I think it’s fresh enough. So, may I kiss you, Blyss?”
