Page 9 of Pumpkin
Petra
Imight be having a heart attack based on the speed of my pulse. But even if that were the case, there’s no way I would press pause on what’s happening right now.
Fin smooths my hair away from my face, his lips kissing a trail down my neck and chest, his hands moving beneath my sweater to cup breasts and squeeze my already hard nipples.
“Oh Fin.” I let out a short moan as I lean my body into his hands, wanting more from him.
“Take it off.” He lifts my sweater and I lift my arms, catching the hairband in my hair so my blonde mane falls over my shoulders as the soft pink sweater is cast aside. I hope it looks as sexy as it feels since I have zero experience with these things, but by the way his hungry eyes are drinking me in, I’m thinking it works.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Petra. Those tits. They’re…” he releases a reverent breath. “Magnificent.”
“Thank you. I grew them myself,” I say, blushing because that was a really lame thing to say. “I’m sorry. That was dumb.”
He smirks. “Don’t apologize. I want to hear your voice. You’ve been hiding it from me. I want all of you.”
“I believe you,” I say, because I don’t want to come across and needy, but also because I really do believe him. My father always says that the eyes never lie, and Fin’s golden orbs are full of hunger and desire. I believe he wants me—I’m not sure if I’ve hit my head and this is some weird alternate reality, but I’m going with this either way.
“Good,” he says, pulling my bra beneath my breasts. “Because I’m dying to make you hurt in a good way.” The corner of his mouth kicks up before he takes my budded nipple into his mouth, sucking then biting so I gasp from the pain, before using his tongue to make it feel good again.This is magic.
“There’s something I should probably tell you,” I say, breathless as he moves to my other bud.
“Hmm?” He swirls his tongue then drags his teeth along the length of it before blowing cool air that makes my whole body shiver.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Sex?”
“Any of it.”
He pulls back and meets my eyes with a questioning gaze. “Nothing?”
“No. I hadn’t even kissed a boy—well, a man—until about ten minutes ago.”
I’m afraid he’ll tell me to put my shirt back on, but then a grin curves his lips.
“You saved yourself.”
“I only ever wanted you.”
His grin grows wider. “I’m gonna treat that sweet little pussy of yours so good as a reward. You did good, sugar.”
“You like that I’m a virgin?”
He leans in and pulls my lower lip into his mouth. “I fucking love it.”
Guiding me until I’m lying, he slides his hand down my body, hooking his fingers in the waist of my pants. “Now, let me look at this precious untouched cunt of yours.”
His words send a delighted shiver up my spine, and I lift my butt as he drags them down my down my legs. “Open for me, sugar.”
With a flash of nervous energy in my belly, I take a breath and part my thighs willingly. An animalistic growl rumbles out of his chest then I feel his fingertips brush the edges of my dampness.
“Oh.” I shudder with delight and desire.
“You’re perfect,” he says. As his gaze connects to mine, I watch the pure bliss cross his features as he slips his fingers into the slick wetness of my arousal. I gasp as I feel his fingers enter me, they’re so big and I’m so tight. But my god, it feels so good.
