Page 11 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

“Fuck, East. Come here.” He turns to face me and pulls me further into the shower. His eyes meet mine for a brief second. Then, he dips his shoulders, his hand lifts my chin with his index finger, and he takes my mouth with his.

Oh my god. It’s like twenty Christmas’s all at once. He kisses like a pro. His tongue gently dancing with mine. His lips opening my mouth wider to how he wants it. Tiny bites of my bottom lip that make me want to climb him like a tree.

If this is just a kiss, what the hell have I let myself in for?

His hands move over my body, caressing my breasts and pinching my nipple while his other hand slowly grazes the top of my mound.

He breaks the kiss just long enough for me to nod giving him consent to continue.

“Can we take this to the bedroom?” he asks in the most amazingly sexy husky voice. “I want to be able to do this right.”

I nod again. To be frank, I don’t think I can actually speak right now.

My legs are swept away as I’m carried the short distance and laid down on his bed.

I’ve never been so brazen before. Even with the lights on full in this room, I don’t feel vulnerable. I feel sexy.

He kisses my body, and my heart feels like it’s going to explode when his head and those kisses start to go to the untouched place.

I’ve read it in books and seen it in films and always thought it was a bit gross but, fuck! This feels like nothing on Earth.

When his fingers part me and gently slide up and down, I want to shout out. Oh god. Then, I feel his tongue gently licking around my clit. Oh fuck. He slides one finger inside and gently pushes in and out while his tongue is circling and flicking on the pearl. I can’t take anymore; my body explodes. I’ve had self-induced orgasms before but never one brought on by a man doing this. I can’t help but cry out as my body feels like it’s floating off the bed. My legs wrap around his head like they have a mind of their own.

Part of me is embarrassed that I came so quickly, but Zed doesn’t seem the least bothered. If anything, it’s spurred him on more. He adds another finger. I can feel him curling them inside me. As I feel like my orgasm is subsiding, another wave hits me. My back arches like a bridge as I push myself into his face. I can’t get enough, but I want him. I want to feel him inside me.

He must know what I’m thinking as he stops and looks deep into my eyes. A wicked grin appears on his lips.

“It’s been some time, has it, Diamond?”

“Hmm, you could say that, I suppose,” I reply.

“It’s been a while for me, too, so don’t expect too much the first time around. I might not last that long.”

“You don’t need to worry. I don’t really have a lot to compare to.” I laugh to hide my embarrassment, but he doesn’t question it. He slides off the bed.

“Did I say something wrong?” I ask worriedly.

“No, I’m just getting a condom.”

Back on the bed, condom in hand, he smirks. “Do you want to put it on me, or would you rather watch?”

“I’d rather watch you do it,” I reply. Thank fuck he asked. I wouldn’t have a clue. I’ve never used a condom before. He slides the condom on with ease and then pushes me back down onto the bed.

His kisses and touches take away any worry or anxiety I have. Everything floats away until I feel his dick at my entrance. I feel my body tense up, and he notices, too.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this, you know? We can stop right here if you’re not ready for this,” he says gently.

“No, I want to, but I am inexperienced, Zed. I’m not like the women you’re used to.”

“East, it’s fine. I know how tight you are, and I know how big I am. I will go slow and build up to it, okay? But the choice is yours. We can stop now.”

“No! I want to do this. Ineedto do this. I mean, I need to feel you inside me,” I plead.

“Okay, nice and slow.”

The first few thrusts burn a little as he works his way inside. He does as he promised. Gentle and slow. I can feel how wet I am and how he is sliding in and out. The sensation is out of this world and then,argh,fuck, the pain. My body freezes for a split second. As he moves out and then back in again, the pain sears through me. I bite my lip hard enough to make it bleed, but I try to keep up with his tempo. After a couple more pain-filled thrusts, the burning dies down.

“Are you okay, East? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asks carefully.

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