Page 26 of Vengeful Seduction
“Please,” he whispered, and he was so close to me that his lips brushed over mine as he spoke in a way that sent delightful little shivers through my entire body. “Kaye, I need you. I promise I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want.”
Other men had said things to me, similar things, and I had never been tempted to believe them. I fought with myself, but it was a losing battle, and I really knew it before I even started to try.
I opened the door slightly, and then he was on me, kissing me, his hands finally sweeping down to cup my ass and pull me against him. I should have been scared, but he’d started a fire in the very core of my being—a fire that burned hotter as he fed it with his kisses and his touches.
Pinned against the wall, he ground his hard cock against me. I was completely helpless to stop him—not that I wanted to. His mouth was hot on my neck as he bit it gently, then sucked the spot. I was shaking with an unknown need. No wonder some of my friends said things like, ‘I was helpless. I had to give in to him.’ I understood them all a lot better now as David’s hand moved to massage my breast and I did nothing to stop him.
My pussy was aching for more as he pressed his cock against it, only the fabric of our clothing between us. Could I handle staying true to myself and keep my virginity in tact?
The way my insides were quaking, I knew I was in deep shit with the man. He was taking those walls around my heart down as if he had a sledgehammer to finish the job.
“Let me taste you,” he murmured, and even in his eagerness, I knew that he would back off if I told him to. There was so much confidence in his voice, though, like he knew I wouldn’t shut him down.
And he was right.
My heart pounded as I let it do the talking, leaving my brain out of it. “Do it, David,” I whispered, feeling far more reckless than I ever allowed myself to be. But I couldn’t resist. I’d tried, but it was pointless.
I needed him. He wanted to taste me? Well, I wanted to let him. I was completely caught up in him, like I was in the ocean and he was the undertow pulling me helplessly under waves of arousal.
Effortlessly, he caught me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. I ran my arms around his neck and kissed the side of it as he carried me away to do a thing I’d never thought about letting anyone do before. He set me gently down on my back, then his hands snagged the hem of my skirt and pulled it up.
I should have been terrified, and maybe part of me was. Mostly, though, I was fixated on the vulnerability of having myself bared to him—to anyone—for the very first time.
He slid my panties out of the way and ran his fingers over my slickened, slippery folds. No one had ever touched me there. Not even my own fingers had slid up my slit to find my aching clit, and right then and there, I was lost.
“I need to taste you, my sweet girl,” David murmured, and his voice was nothing less than pure, unadulterated sex. I was already wet for him, but with the magic his voice and his fingers wrought on me, I was soon gushing.
And all of this was before he leaned down and brushed his full, gorgeous lips over my engorged, desperate nub, teasing it until I felt like I would burst.
I’d never known it could be like this to be touched. I had no idea before then what pleasure my body could give me. The forces gathering within me were so intense, I found myself gasping and rocking up toward him, and there was something wrong with my breathing. I couldn’t quite keep air in my lungs and I was soon panting.
It didn’t matter. Nothing did, except for how good he was making me feel. He settled between my legs, spreading them wide, and I should have felt helpless and scared.
I felt anything but. There was a sense of power to this—in seeing this gorgeous man between my legs and in watching as his tongue bathed my clit lovingly. Without my conscious direction, my hips tilted up, rocking toward the sensation I knew would have me rocketing toward something I had never felt before.
So this is an orgasm.
I wasn’t even there yet, and I knew it was going to leave me helpless and shaking. My fingers slid into his dark hair as what felt like molten lava rushed through me. “David!”
The explosion that rocked through my body was every bit as intense as I had thought it would be. No, it was more. I wasn’t even sure I could hold on to my sanity as I rocketed up into the clouds, utterly gripped by the glorious explosions that took me over entirely.
I had waited so long for this and it had been worth the wait. Even as I thought the words, though, I knew it wouldn’t have been even close to as good had it been with anyone other than David.
David
The way Kaye moaned, writhed, cried my name, and trembled for me was almost as good—almost as intense—as if I had been the one having the orgasm.
I’d never had it be like this before.
Sex was always something fun, of course, but it had never felt so important before. Perhaps it was the importance she placed on it that made the difference, but it was different. I was utterly enthralled by how she moved under me and by the taste of her sweet fluids on my lips.
There was this sense of pride, too. I had given her the pleasure she’d clearly felt. I was the very first one.
I would be the only one.
The thought hit me over the head out of nowhere and I reined it in quickly. It was ridiculous. The whole point of this was that I wasn’t going to be the only one. Brent was going to have her too.
As I looked down at her, all flushed with her hair sexily disheveled, I made myself a silent vow. If I couldn’t be her only lover, and I already knew I couldn’t, then I would just have to be her best one.
