Page 23 of Love at First Slice
“Fuck.” I pressed my forehead against hers.
“I might be a virgin,” she said, her voice steady and so damn calm it centered me. “But I know what I want. I’m not a little girl who doesn’t know who she is or what she wants, handsome.”
“Abby,” I groaned.
“I think… I know I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m twenty-eight, and I think… This is going to sound crazy…”
“Tell me, little girl,” I urged, needing to hear her every fucking thought.
“I think I was waiting for you.” Fuck, she was killing me! My hand tangled in the hair at the back of her head, and we were immediately lost in a soul-searing kiss. I pulled away as her hands started to scrape against my chest, and my hands clenched the corduroy-covered globes of her ass.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I promise you I will do everything I can, every day of my life, whatever it takes to make you never regret this.”
“Every day of your life? That’s a long time,” she whispered. Her lips touched mine with every word.
“I want that, and if I could make it happen, beyond that.”
“Mark—“
“Let me make you feel good, Abby.”
“Yes. Please?” She nodded, and I swallowed. I picked her up and loved the soft giggly sound she made; it fed my soul. Abby wrapped her legs around me, and I groaned like an animal when I felt the dampness of her pussy drag against my stomach. She wasn’t kidding with how wet she was. Our lips locked, and her tongue slid against mine. I covered her body as I laid her down in the middle of the bed.
“Fuck, little girl, you feel so good under me.” My body felt like a live electric wire thrumming with energy and a need that overpowered me for more. Somehow, I stopped myself, held back because I needed to make this good for her. If she was going to not only gift me her virginity but her heart, I was going to make it fucking incredible for her, addict her to the way I could make her body sing.
“Mark.” She squirmed. I moved my lips from hers, slowly exploring her chin and neck, inhaling at the soft pulse point at the edge of her neck where it met her shoulder. Her soft feminine scent filled my lungs, and I didn’t stop exploring her with my mouth.
I brushed my lips along her collarbone, then peppered kisses down the center of her chest before moving to her right breast and suckling at her hardened nipple while cupping the other with my free hand. “Abby,” I gritted, my mouth watering for more. I switched sides, laving attention to her other breasts, absorbing every sound she made and etching it to memory. She whimpered and writhed with her leg hitched over me.
“Mark,” she sighed. Her hand played with my hair. I sucked harder, and her fingers tugged. “Oh god! That feels so good,” she moaned.
I let her nipple go with a pop. Our eyes connected as my mouth continued its way down her torso. My tongue swirled around her belly button, nipping and licking at the soft swell of her belly before I got to the waistband of her panties. I breathed in. The scent of her arousal, of her need for me, made a feral sound vibrate through me. The heady smell enveloped me, marking me from the inside out. She nodded, and I swallowed as my hands tugged the sides of her panties, pulling them down her thick, soft thighs until they were at her knees then at her ankles. I took the fabric and brought the material up to my nose and watched her blush as I breathed in just how fucking wet and needy she was.For me.
“Mark,” she gasped. I dropped the sodden fabric onto the mattress before settling between her legs.
My fingers traced the lines of her pussy before letting the pad glide between her dewy folds. “Tell me I can eat this pretty pussy, little girl.”
“Please, Mark,” she whined.
“Tell your man you want my mouth, Abby, and I will make you see stars,” I vowed, needing her dirty little admission.
“Lick me. I want to feel—“ She wasn’t able to say another word because my tongue swiped at her essence, and her flavor burst to life on like ambrosia on my tongue. “Oh!” she squeaked and squirmed.
“Stay still, little girl,” I growled, pressing my hand on her lower belly and holding her to me as I got to work.
11.Abby
Iwas going to melt. Literally.
Right into his incredibly soft bed. And I knew after he was done, I would never, ever be the same. His kiss, his touch, going down on his thick, long cock had been one thing, but his mouth on me? Holy shit. No matter how many dirty smutty books I’d read or porn I’d streamed on my phone in the privacy of my apartment, nothing would have prepared me for the actual feeling of his tongue on me. On my body. Now he was swirling that magic tongue around and around my clit, teasing my entrance with his finger as my heels dug deep into the mattress.
“Mark.” My voice sounded hoarse. “Oh god. I need…” I didn’t know what I needed. Thankfully, older and experienced, Mark seemed to know.
“I know what you need.” His deep growl vibrated against my pussy. “Going to give you exactly that.” He was no longer teasing. His thick, long finger slid right inside of me, and I gasped. He filled me with his finger, then another, stretching me lovingly. I lost sight of him because everything felt too good. My eyes shut tightly as my body glowed and sang below him.
“Oh my… oh my…” I had no way of describing the way he felt. He was laser-focused between my legs, yet his hands, his touchfelt like it was everywhere all at once. “Mark, Mark, I’m, I’m…” Pleasure climbed through me. Higher and higher, until I was right there, so close I could feel my body start to gush. Wetness coated my thighs. I pried my eyes open to look down at him. His scruffy chin glistened with my arousal.
“Let go for me, little girl. Let me make you feel good,” he grunted before diving between my thighs and doubling his efforts.
