Page 181 of The First Taste
I find her lips with my own, kissing her as hard and as passionately as I can without drawing blood. My cock is pressed between our bodies and one of her hands slides down my neck and over my ribs, making its way toward my zipper.
I growl and grab her hands, pulling them up over her head. In this position, Kaia is under my control, at the mercy of my hungry mouth, my heavy weight on top of her body, my cock throbbing with need. I pin both her wrists with one of my large hands, my mouth ravishing hers, my kiss beyond punishing.
I trail my free hand down her curves to her outer thigh. Gentleness isn’t a factor here; I ruck her dress up as hard as I can, loving how she gasps in response. I press her wrists into the mattress, pulling back so I can look down at her gorgeous face.
Her blonde hair is in disarray, her cheeks are pink, her tempting little breasts in their see through lace bra are heaving. God, she looks so perfect right now, a wet dream come to life.
“Don’t move your hands,” I grit out. “Tell me you heard me, beauty.”
She licks her lips, a quick swipe of her tongue, and nods. “Yes, Calum.”
I give her a satisfied smirk, standing up. I pull off my jacket and discard my bowtie, then step out of my shoes. As an afterthought, I pull her heels off and unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt.
She squirms a little as I kneel between her legs, looking down at her tattered dress and the parts of her body I’ve exposed.
Looking her in the eye, I shred the last bit of her dress and undo the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts are freed and I take a moment to admire them, reaching down and feeling the weight of them in my hands. Kaia arches up into my touch and I reward her by lowering my mouth to her nipple, teasingly kissing my way around it before scraping it with my teeth.
She moans, her hands coming down to bury themselves in my hair. I release her nipple and nip the side of her breast hard. Her whole body shudders as she says, “ow!”
“Put your hands back up over your head,” I tell her.
Kaia blinks a couple times and then bites her lip, slowly lifting her hands above her head. I drop a kiss in between her breasts, groaning a little.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her overheated skin.
My cock throbs as I slide my body down, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her tiny thong. I skim her panties down her thighs, pressing my nose into the warm heat of her legs, just below her pussy. She’s already wet; I can tell from the stain on her panties and the way the earthy but sharp scent of her pussy rises to my nose.
She whimpers when I pull away. When she pleads with me, her whisper is pure need. “Calum…”
I smirk down at her, unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way and slipping it off. Kaia squirms again, her hazel eyes darkened with lust.
I grip her hips with my hands, leaning down to kiss her lips again. “What is it, beauty?” I whisper against her warm lips.
Her hips dig into mine as she thrusts. “I need more.”
Hearing her innocent plea makes me want to unzip my pants and bury my cock so deep inside her pussy that I may never find my way out again. But I’m trying to take it slow, so I just kiss her hard, working my tongue against hers.
When she moans and writhes against me, I pull back, scanning her face. “I’m going to take my time with you, beauty. The longer you wait for me to fuck you for the first time, the more explosive it will be. And I have all the time in the world… so I’m not going to pop your cherry tonight. I’m going to make you wait a little longer before I pluck your petals, beauty.”
The exhalation of her breath leaves her lungs in a quiet moan. I see her hands flex. “Calum…”
I lift myself up and take off my slacks, leaving me bare underneath. Kaia rocks her hips up, her eyes glued to my cock. She sucks in a breath and releases the tiniest groan.
Biting my lower lip hard, I run my hand down to my groin, drawing wide circles around my cock. I look down at Kaia’s perfect body splayed out before me.
“Spread your legs for me, beauty,” I tell her. “Show me what I’m missing.”
Her face heats, but she looks so fucking hungry as she slowly spreads her knees wide, exposing her creamy pussy. I run my free hand inside her thigh, up to her pussy lips. She hisses and rocks her hips against the brush of my fingertips. I circle her entrance a few times, gathering the sticky moisture I find there.
“Does that feel good, princess?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “God, yes.”
I fist my cock, staring at her pussy, wet from its own juices. My dick is so sensitive from all this buildup that I can tell I won’t last long. So I focus on Kaia, on driving her over the edge.
I trail my fingertips up, spreading the moisture that I’ve found around her clit. She closes her eyes and hisses as I draw lazy figure eights around her clit and her entrance.
“Bring one of your hands down here,” I order her. “I want to watch you touch yourself, dirty little girl.”
