“You get it now. You get it.”
“Yes.” My mouth is open against his cheek. I’m dazed, barely aware of where we are. Our surroundings. What day it is. “Yes, I get it.”
A shudder goes through him. “You’re going to tell me every single thing about you. All right? Everything. Every like and dislike. Everything that scares you or makes you happy. I want to know about them.” He jerks me to the edge of the desk. “But right now, I need to make you come. Can’t concentrate. Not until you’re sitting in a puddle on this desk.”
“A p-puddle?”
“Fuck yes.” He’s slowly pushing the skirt up my thighs. “I know you’re a virgin, honey. There’s a lot I’ll be showing and explaining to you. But number one, number goddamn one, is that your pussy makes a mess when I’m around. A creamy little mess.”
His palms on my bare thighs make me tremble. Head falling back, I send a whimper of his name toward the high ceiling. “T-Teddy.”
“I’m here. I’m right here.” He leaves the hem of my skirt where it barely hides my panties. And then his hands slide back down my thighs to clutch my knees, gently easing them open. Leaning back to peer between my legs and letting out a rocky exhale over what he sees. What panties did I wear today? Gray cotton? “All it takes is my skin on yours, huh? And you’re drenched. I love that and I hate it. Love it because you’re responding to me, getting ready for pleasure. But I hate knowing how bad you’ve needed touching. Years of it. My girl. Suffering.” His eyes darken. “That makes me a little insane, you know that?”
From somewhere inside me comes a wave of bravery. Confidence. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me like I’m his last meal. Whatever the reason, I lean back on the desk and inch my legs open a little wider. “M-maybe you should make up for l-lost time.”
He puffs a breath, looking momentarily dazed before the lust sweeps in and he drops to his knees, his tongue snaking out to wet that chiseled lower lip. “Christ. Did you just innocently ask me to lick your pussy, honey?” He bites the inside of my knee with a snarl. “That was so fucking hot. I’m never going to be the same. I might…fuck. I might come in my pants—hold on.”
His huge body shakes for several moments, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Is he really…could he really climax so easily?
And what he said…about licking…is that real?
I should have done a lot more Googling this morning.
“I-I…no. I didn’t even know you could put your mouth there.” His head lifts, eyes pinning me to the desk, my skin swamped with heat once again. Flushed is my new default. “I just thought you would want to put your…your…”
“My cock?”
Fire ants. Everywhere. “There. Yes.”
“So that thing you did, opening your legs wider to show me your drenched little cunt, was an invitation to fuck you?”
“Isn’t that what men and women do together?”
“I’m tempted to say yes. The answer is yes. But you’re a virgin, Iris. You’re my girlfriend and it would hurt this way.” He blows out a sudden breath, looking almost dizzy. “And if you think it makes me insane to think of you lonely without so much as a hug for years, you don’t want to know what happens in my brain when I think of you hurt. I could commit murder.”
“You’d never hurt me,” I say, with absolute conviction, my heart wedging painfully into my throat, my flesh throbbing, aching for his touch. There. Where no one has ever touched me, but instinctively I understand that he owns it. He owns me there. Right or wrong, it’s fact.
“No. No. I’d never hurt you.” He kisses his way up my inner thighs, right and left, his fingers twisting in the sides of my panties and tugging down, encouraging me without words to lift my hips and let them come off. Let my…my boyfriend shed my panties. “Iris,” he rasps, seemingly in awe of what he has uncovered.
“Yes?”
“Your pussy…”
I hold my breath and wait.
“I just finished telling you I’d never hurt you, but…” His warm breath travels over my soaked womanhood and that alone is almost enough to push me to the edge. “But honey, I might. I might hurt it sometimes. Just a little. There’s no way I’ll be able to keep from…” The rest is gritted through his teeth. “Christ, I’m going to pound that sweet fucking thing.”
My thighs try to shoot together from the sheer force of my orgasm. The hands I’m using to prop myself up slide sideways and I almost fall, but manage to catch myself on my elbows while the monstrous pleasure undulates through me, ripping the breath out of my lungs and constricting those low intimate muscles. And the pulsing, the pulsing, it won’t stop. “Teddy!”