Page 55 of Electric Blue Love
I couldn’t help but grin.
“Can I –” her words trailed off and her eyes went to my pants. Or more specifically the rather obvious bulge in said pants.
I gave her a slight nod and tried to focus on anything but the slow and unsteady way her fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before hooking her hands under the waist and pushing down. Her inexperience shouldn’t have been so hot, but it was because she was giving me something – a piece of herself she hadn’t felt comfortable enough to give anyone else. Maybe her reasons were selfish – maybe I was just practice so she could get it right with fucking Todd. Right now, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Right now, she was mine.
I helped her get my jeans and boxers down my legs and when the material was free she finally looked at me. All of me.
“Wow,” she said breathlessly, and I swear I grew bigger and harder everywhere, ego included. “You’re kind of beautiful, Court.”
I quirked an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean. I never thought of a man being beautiful, but you are.” She finally reached a hand out and touched me – lightly, not sexual exactly, more exploring.
“I’d like to be offended,” I gritted out. “But my penis doesn’t care what you say as long as you stand there naked touching me.”
Her touch became bolder and I ground my teeth and squeezed my hands into fists in an attempt to force some feeling anywhere but my dick. When I couldn’t take it any longer, which was an embarrassingly short amount of time, I wrapped an arm around her waist and tumbled back onto the bed with her. I circled a nipple with my thumb and dropped my mouth to the other. I felt her body stiffen under me.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good. Let me show you what it can be like.”
I wanted this to live up to every single ridiculous, unrealistic expectation she had. I wanted to worship her body in a way that ruined her. I wanted to set the bar so high that no man, least of all fucking Todd, could compare.
I moved up, taking her mouth and caressing her face. I reminded myself that she needed the personal connection to hand over her body. I couldn’t check out emotionally, and I couldn’t let her either, if I wanted her to let go.
I kept kissing her as I allowed my hands to roam down her body. She arched off the mattress and ran her fingernails lightly down my back. It wasn’t an ‘I want to mark you because I’ve seen it done in movies’ way, it was tender with just enough pressure that I knew she was exploring me – my body, my muscles. She was cataloging every inch of me the same way I was memorizing her.
We stayed like that for a while, hands roaming, and lips fused together until Bianca began to move beneath me. Small motions, wriggling to force my attention to where she wanted me most. I didn’t deny her. Wouldn’t have dreamt of it.
I pressed one finger inside, curling it and feeling her clench around me. She was so tight and wet, and my dick was jumping to get inside of her. Not yet. I wanted her so close to the edge that she couldn’t see straight. She made the tiniest of bucks into my hand, fucking herself with my finger when I inserted another. And then another because I wanted to see how far I could push her. Her eyes opened and widened, locking into mine. She looked at me with lust and frantic energy. Wild. My little 8B looked wild but somehow, I knew this was how she’d be. So perfect and tentative on the outside, but just waiting to be set free.
“I’m gonna… I’m close,” she said in a husky voice that I wanted to record and play back every time I touched myself.
I rolled on top of her, holding my weight off her but letting her feel how our bodies molded together. I bent my head down to kiss her neck and while she was busy reeling in the sensation, I opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom.
The sounds coming from her were breathy and loud, moans that shook my body with a carnal desire so strong I quivered when I pulled back and slid the condom down over me.
“You’re sure this is what you want?”
I was half afraid she’d say no – that she’d been waiting for an out and now that I’d given her one was about to flee from my apartment and my life. She was quiet for a moment and I searched her eyes for any hint of what was going on inside her pretty little head.
“I’m positive. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Thank fuck for that.
I nudged at her entrance, locking my eyes with hers. She smiled as if giving me the go ahead and when I moved in an inch her smile disappeared. I stilled, letting her adjust to the intrusion before I moved farther in. She was like a vise around my dick and I was sweating to keep my shit together.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I muttered as I buried myself completely.
“I think you’re just so fucking big,” she breathed out.
I certainly wasn’t going to correct her there because, hell, those words made me feel like a king. Our bodies joined like this was perfection in a way I didn’t know existed. Maybe it was just her – because her body was perfection all on its own. She was perfection.
I moved slowly. Carefully. I never took my eyes off hers.
I knew when she started to acclimate, and the sensation turned to pure pleasure because she met my thrusts, lifting her hips off the bed. I let her dictate the pace and I returned to worshipping her body – licking each breast, teasing her clit, and kissing that sweet mouth.
When her orgasm was close she began to say my name quietly. Almost a chant. “Court, Court, ooooh Court.”
I watched as she came undone, clenching me so tightly I followed in an instant.
