She giggles. Sighs. Moans. “Um…th-the capital of the Byzantine Empire.”
My dick throbs harder, as if sensing victory. “Constantinople.”
Her smile flutters. She’s dazed. Gasping. “You’re definitely going to pass the test.”
“All I care about is passing yours.”
“What would that entail?”
“Hearing you say you’ll never leave me. Hearing you say I’m the first and last man who ever kisses this mouth.” I capture her lips in a hard kiss, then slide down, licking a path all the way to her belly button. Then I start dropping bites on her hips, her thighs, her belly, and she sucks in a breath over every single one, squirming on the blanket. “Hearing you say I’m the only one who’ll ever make you come. The only man you’ll ever open your legs for. Say it or I swear to God, I don’t know what I’ll do. Kill every man on this planet until I’m the only one left and you don’t have a choice. I would. Without you, I’d go insane enough to do it.”
“You’re the only one,” she whimpers, because I’m growling this vow against her cunt. My vision is sparking, throat on fire, but her words calm me slightly. And then a little more when she says, “You’re the only man I see.” Her fingers slide into my hair, nails scraping my scalp to soothe me. “Don’t you want your kiss?”
“God, yes,” I say hoarsely, my teeth still bared against her mound. My body is screaming at me to fuck her. “I’m just worried I’ll take it a little too hard if I do it now. I’m not good…once I let the jealousy in, I go fucking nuts, honey. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she agrees, biting her lip. Her cheeks are rosy. Jesus, she’s so sexy and guileless. “I want to kiss it, Teddy.” Her eyelids grow heavy, like she’s fantasizing. “I want to know what it tastes like.”
Yeah. There’s simply no holding back after that. I’ve never needed an orgasm so bad in my life and I’m kicking off my jeans and briefs before I realize what I’m doing. And then I’m straddling her thighs, walking forward on my knees with my cock in my hand, jacking it roughly, letting her watch, letting her see what happens to me, thanks to her utter perfection. She lies there like a virgin sacrifice, her mouth open in awe, eyes tracing the lines of my shaft. She’s breathing hard, those plump little tits rising and falling fast—and when she licks her lips, there’s no more waiting.
I’m looming right above her neck, still kneeling, but I fall forward over her face now, catching myself with my left hand on the blanket above her head. I’m straddling her beautiful face and it’s almost too much to bear without immediately beginning to spurt. Forcing my balls to hold on to their contents, I dip my hips, guiding my cock to her mouth, biting my lip so hard, I can taste blood. “Kiss it, honey. My perfect angel. Give me a kiss. Just a little one’s all I need.”
And that’s not a lie.
When she presses her gorgeous lips to the crown of my dick, I let out a guttural groan and nearly spend myself all over her face. But I’m a greedy man when it comes to Iris, aren’t I? I’m determined to claim all of her first times as fast as possible. To claim her. Totally and completely. So I can’t help nudging her lips again, my breath racing in and out of my lungs. “Kiss it how you kiss my mouth. Use that pretty little tongue.”
Eager eyes on me, she opens her lips like the pearly gates and welcomes me inside. A sheen glazes the blue of her irises almost immediately, because yeah, I’m a well-endowed motherfucker and she’s small everywhere, all the way to her throat.
“French kiss it,” I pant, sweat popping up on my forehead, my chest. “Pretend it’s my tongue. What would you do with it?’
God help me, my girl does what she’s told.
She wraps her tongue around the top third of my cock and treats it like my tongue, stroking it in a kissing rhythm, working me in and out of her mouth. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’d say it’s the hottest thing I’ll ever see in my life, but we have decades together and I can’t say for sure, but Jesus, Jesus Christ, she’s taking more of me now. She’s sucking me down to her throat like it’s a sweltering hot day and my dick is full of lemonade. And then her hand cups my balls, reverently, and a choked sound leaves me, echoing in the cove. Her thumb traces the seam of my balls and then—
“Fuck!”
My balls are in her mouth. In her curious virgin mouth.
And my fucking legs are shaking.