Page 66 of The First Taste
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I trail my fingers down to my clit. It’s swollen and needy right now, throbbing with every heartbeat. When I swipe my first two fingers over it, I almost stop breathing.
It feels good, obviously. But am I really supposed to touch myself like this with him right here? I feel his gaze on me as I circle the little nub.
What Keir is doing is far more interesting, in my opinion. He grits his teeth and works his hand up and down his shaft. I lean forward, biting my lip, trying to catch a glimpse.
His cock is enormous, not that it’s any surprise. It pokes out from his jeans, dark pink and veiny, thick and uncircumcised. He catches my wide eyed look and smirks.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. When the time comes, you’ll take the whole fucking thing in any hole I want. I’m going to take you apart, piece by piece. After I take your virginity, I’m going to come in your mouth and fuck your ass.”
My jaw drops. “Keir!”
He smirks. “Don’t worry. We’re starting slow.”
He reaches up, grabs me by the hair, and pulls my face down to his. His mouth finds my lips, plundering them mercilessly.
He pulls at my hair, kisses my neck, his fingers touching my clit for the barest second before they thrust inside my pussy.
He is a wildfire, a burning inferno.
And my response is to pull him closer, to step into the flames, to let myself be immersed.
I’ve never behaved like this before, so wanton, so completely wrapped up in the ripples of sensation Keir stirs with me. I throw my head back and arch my breasts toward him.
“Ella,” he grits out. “Look at me.”
Fluttering my eyes open, I can’t imagine what he’s going to say.
His fingers tighten in my hair. The look in his gorgeous blue eyes is wolflike, so needy that he seems inhuman. He bares his teeth. “I’m not done with you yet, little girl.”
My mouth opens, my breath escaping me in a moan.
“God, yes,” I whisper.
Here I am, practically begging him to fuck me. Under his heated gaze and his sweet, dangerous lips, I’m falling apart.
And I want more.
I never guessed that I could be with a man who called all the shots. Keir does it instinctually, as if he owns my body.
Owns my pleasure.
Vaguely I find myself hoping that this is what I’m supposed to be doing. Is this the way that I get Keir wrapped around my little finger?
God, I really hope it is. I throw my head back and cry out my ecstasy, gripping his shoulders.
“What a pretty sound that is, coming from your lips. If I could pick one sound to hear forever, it would be you crying out in pleasure,” he murmurs.
I swivel my gaze to meet his, dazed. Keir slides his fingers from my pussy, glistening with my juices. He leans down and captures my lips in a hard, merciless kiss.
I sigh into his mouth, ready, eager for more. The heat between Keir and me is fiery and passionate, burning up every single molecule of air around us. There is no room for anything else, no oxygen left except what he gives me.
At this very moment, I’m swept away by it, by the look in his eyes as he raises two of his fingers, brushing them over his bottom lip. “I have fantasized about your taste, Ella. Almost every fucking shower I’ve taken has been filled with explicit thoughts about the juicy taste of your pussy and the way that your throat will feel around my cock.”
My breath stills in my lungs as I watch him taste the tips of his fingers, his velvety tongue swiping them quickly, almost casually.
His head tilts back, his ice blue eyes sink closed. He makes the softest sound of appreciation.
“Fuck, Ella.” He gives his dark head a slow shake, opening his eyes and pinning me with his gaze. “You taste sweeter than I remembered. Like the fucking sunshine.”
