Page 30 of Chelsea’s Knight

Her innocence is killing me.

Each soft moan and uttered word has me exercising more control than I’ve ever had to do in order not to just pull her sleep shorts to the side and sink into her warm, tight heat.

She has no clue she’s been grinding her core against me, and I can feel how wet she already is, just from the little foreplay we’ve done.

Right now, I feel like preening as though I’m a peacock at the fact she’s so turned on already and we’ve only just begun.

I anticipate years burning up the sheets with her, each time better than the one before.

But first, I need to make her mine in all ways and in order to do that, I plan to thoroughly and unequivocally show her how much I already treasure and adore her simply because of who she is not for what’s between her thighs.

“Canyon,” she mewls as I slip my way down on the bed, tilting her so she’s now flat on her back instead of up on her side.

“Patience, grasshopper,” I tease, throwing out a line from one of the countless movies we’ve watched together. “All will be revealed to she who waits.”

“That’s not how the line goes,” she replies, giggling. I wanted to break the tension I could feel starting to coil inside her at what was coming so hearing her lets me know I succeeded.

With my hands now glued on her hips, I glance up as my index fingers slide beneath the waistband. “You still good, beautiful?” I ask. At her fervent nod, I slowly slide her sleep pants and the miniscule panties she was wearing down her legs then toss them to the side where they join her top.

“Fuck, sweetness, you’re stunning,” I whisper the compliment.

Outside of the tattoo she let me put on her left inner forearm to advise she has a medical condition, her skin is virtually flawless. A light, golden peachy tone, with a few scars likely from her many falls which she previously mentioned, she’s silky and soft.

“So are you,” she says, her eyes hooded and fevered as her gaze runs down my body.

True to what I told her earlier, I’m wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, which does nothing to hide my bulging erection.

Starting at her feet, I lightly caress up each one of her legs, dropping kisses on the inside of her knees which has her breath hitching and her legs splaying in reaction, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy. I continue my assault, moving closer to my target as she starts writhing.

“Settle, Chels,” I quietly order. “If you’re not comfortable with this, I can stop.”

It would fucking kill me, especially since I’m so close that I can smell her perfumed arousal, which has my dick pulsing against the top of the mattress.

It takes every bit of my self-restraint not to rut against it and come in my damn pants, but I left those teenage wet dreams behind long ago.

“I-I just don’t know what to expect,” she whispers. “I mean, I’ve read about it but as you know, it’sfictionso it might not be true-to-life.”

“How about I show you and let you decide for yourself?” I huskily ask, before running my tongue along the inside of her thigh. When she moans, I do it again on the other side before laying the flat of my tongue against the center of her being then flicking it between the folds, capturing her sweet essence on my tongue.

Fuck. My. Life.

Pure fucking ambrosia.

My hands move underneath her, tilt her pelvis upward so that I’m able to hold her legs apart before I dive in like a man who’s been starved for years.

“Oh, my God, Canyon!” she squeals, her thighs tightening around my head. “What… holy shit, do that again,” she pleads when my tongue circles around her clit.

“Planning to, sweetness,” I mumble against her flesh, the motion against her clit and pussy causing her to yelp in pleasure. My hands are perfectly positioned to add to her pleasure, so I carefully insert one thumb into her tight, wet pussy, and feel her body quiver in response.

“I like that,” she murmurs as I continue my ministrations with my tongue, lips, and thumb, eventually adding my second thumb in order to prepare her for my cock.

As tight as she is, I suspect I’ll feel like I’m being strangled and I think holding off on my own orgasm will be more challenging than normal, which is why I plan to have her come at least once with my fingers and mouth working her over.

Her commentary stops, replaced with soft sighs and moans, along with my name, which is shrieked with an increasing volume and pitch the closer she gets to finding her release. When I feel her pussy start to flutter, I double down on thrusting my thumbs into and out of her, while sucking her clit into my mouth.

“Canyon!” she screams, her thighs locked so closely around my head I’m not sure how I heard her because my ears are buried in the meat of her inner thighs. I continue lapping at her and swallowing her juices, slowing down and easing off when she starts acting as though she’s now overly sensitive.

I wipe down my face, which is covered with her essence, before making my way back up her body, her blissed-out expression causing the caveman inside to beat his chest. When I reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom, she shakes her head. “Nonni put me on the pill when I was seventeen because of my periods. I did get off track while in the hospital but once I was placed in rehab, I was back on them and it’s been long enough, I’m protected again. Unless you don’t want to take that chance.”

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