“Take it out,” he says. “Kiss it, Scamp.”
I nod and do as he commands, glad to have his words to encourage me so I don’t lose my nerve. At least if I’m following instructions, the way is set out for me. When I pull down his underwear, and finally see my prize, I can’t help but touch it, feeling the softness of the skin, the warmth of the head, the silky-smooth shaft. He shivers as I run my fingers over it, then I lean forward and wrap my lips around him.
At first I can barely feed him into my mouth with my nervous hand, but as I move forward and back, trying to keep my eyes on his face, watching as he relaxes into bliss, I find that I can take it deeper until the head begins to bob at the back of my throat, then deeper still until I can swallow against its girth.
“Fuck…” he murmurs, “fuck…oh, god…oh, Jesus. Yes, just like that. You make it feel so good, baby, such a good girl. A good, naughty girl. This cock is yours to take care of from now on, and you’re going to be so good at it. All your holes will learn to make me feel so good.” When he looks down into my eyes he nods. “Yes, all of them, but not until you’re ready. Because this cock is yours to take care of and you’re mine to take care of. I won’t ever let anything hurt you, Scamp. Never.”
I nod, happy, accepting, and the movement makes him draw a sharp breath, and I almost choke with laughter, but manage to keep on going, stroking him and cupping his balls until I feel them draw up and his breathing changes.
“Stop,” he gasps. “Stop, Scamp. I don’t want to come yet. There’s so much more for us to do. I don’t want to waste this moment.”
Reluctantly, I let him slip from my mouth, and for a moment he just stands there, breathing, and then he takes my now bare shoulders in his hands and pulls me up, and crushes his lips to mine.
“I’m ready,” I say when the kiss breaks. “Val, I want to do it. Right here in your office with everyone just on the other side of the glass.”
He laughs and nods. “My naughty little girl. Your wish is my command.”
Chapter 10 – Val
She’s so fucking beautiful, stood there blinking away moisture from the strain of what she’s just done. Wiping the back of her hand over her mouth from the saliva she just doused my cock with. Her mouth was magical, but today I’m going to take what I know will be the world’s most amazing pussy. I need it. She needs it.
As I run ticklish fingers over her ribs, her nipples pull tighter, erect, and she draws a quick breath that I cut off with a forceful kiss. “It might hurt just a little, baby, but I know you can take it.”
She nods. “I trust you, Valiant.”
I love it when she uses my full name, the name she first knew me by. It’s like a little gift every time she uses it, centering me, letting me know that she’s mine now and forever.
“Baby, I know we’re both clean, but are you taking anything? Birth control?”
She shakes her head, meeting my eyes. “Should I—”
“No!” My voice comes out harsh, grainy, and I clear my throat to soften the next words. “No, Scamp, I don’t want that. I’m not going to wear anything either. You and me, we’re forever, and I want to feel every ridge and bump inside you. I want to memorize this first time and then spend every day from now on re-exploring and mapping every inch. I can’t do that properly with a condom between us. I don’t want anything between my flesh and yours.”
Scamp’s mouth falls open, and even as she nods she says, “But what if I… What if we make me pregnant?”
A low growl falls from my lips, needy, possessive. The thought of her belly swollen with the evidence of us makes my heart soar. Everyone would know that Scamp is mine, that she’s claimed. I run my fingers along her bare belly, imagining it as I watch her shiver, her thighs already damp with her need.
Meeting her beautiful green eyes again I smile. “Nothing would make me happier,” I say. “Tell me you want that.”
“I—I hadn’t ever imagined…” She nods. “Yes. Yes I want that.” A smile breaks out on her face as her fingers trace my body through the frustrating fabric of my shirt.
I want to feel her and I don’t have time for buttons. Instead I simply tear it open as I did her dress, letting the buttons pop and fly where they will. Her fingers curl into the hair on my chest as she explores, then she leans her head forward onto my shoulder and slides her arms around my waist in a hug.