Gripping his shoulders, she’d gladly kiss him forever, the two of them locked within this embrace. The hand at her head moved, sliding down her body. He grabbed the zipper and started to ease it down her back, opening her dress.
She liked that he knew what he was doing. At least it made one of them. For so long now, she didn’t have a clue what she was doing, nor did she now.
He pulled the dress from her body. It fell to the floor, exposing her lingeried self. A white lace bra and panties, no socks.
She tugged the shirt he wore out of his pants and worked on the buttons. She didn’t tear at his shirt, even though she wanted to. One button at a time, she revealed his hard, muscular chest. Running her hands up to his shoulders, she pushed it off his body, and the shirt fell to the floor.
It always amazed her how much ink covered him. She traced a design across his chest, a rose over his heart, leading down his side. The thorns looked dark and threatening.
He took her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist.
With his other hand, he cupped her pussy, making her gasp. He pressed a finger against the material, and it grazed her clit.
She moaned as each touch sent the pleasure within her higher.
He let go of her pussy, and next, he removed her bra. He flicked the catch at the back, and her tits spilled free. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, the touch so delicate that she leaned against him, wanting more. He knelt down in front of her, his fingers on her panties.
She nodded her head, letting him know she wanted this, reassuring him that she was more than fine with what was about to happen.
The panties found their space on the floor as she stepped out of them.
She was now naked while Draven still wore his pants. Gripping the belt buckle, she tugged him close. He pulled on her hair, giving her no choice but to look up. He claimed her lips.
His tongue slid across her mouth, and she opened up to him. She loved it when he kissed her. It made her forget all of her troubles. The only person she focused on or could care about was him.
They were in this moment together, and she wouldn’t give this up for the world. He was everything to her.
His grip on her hair loosened, and he trailed his lips down to her neck, sucking on the pulse. His touch was soft at first but grew hard. He bit her, and she cried out. The pleasure and pain flooded her body, making her melt for more.
Draven moved her back. She collapsed to the bed, and he followed her down, moving her up, as he followed her.
“You’re still dressed,” she said, complaining. She’d not even been able to remove the belt.
“I’ll be naked, all in good time.”
He kissed her again and then moved down her body, each kiss making her moan. He took each of her nipples, in turn, into his mouth.
The pleasure intensified. Her nerves were building as he kept on kissing down her body. A virgin she may be, but she wasn’t immune or completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
He spread her legs, and as his tongue danced over her clit, she screamed. The first lick of his tongue shocked her with the intensity. She wasn’t expecting the instant hit of pleasure as he did so.
Draven didn’t stop. He took her clit into his mouth, sucking on the bud. The man was an expert. She didn’t want to think about how much pussy he’d enjoyed in his life. All she cared about was how good it felt.
He spread the lips of her pussy open, and she screamed his name as with a few strokes, she felt like she was going to explode. Should she be this close so soon? Was it natural to find release quickly?
So many questions and at the same time, she didn’t have time to answer them all.
Her orgasm washed over her. The pleasure was unlike anything in her life, even that first time with Draven. This was better, way better.
She gave herself up to the sweet heaven that he gave and hoped there would be more to come. He laid another kiss to her pussy, and she watched as he stood up, removing his belt, sliding the zipper down.
When he pushed his boxers down and was completely naked, she was a little taken aback.
This was the first cock she’d ever seen. He already had a condom in his hands and was sliding it over his length. Even as fear crawled down her back, she didn’t move.
He settled between her spread thighs. “Do you want me to stop?”
She found it so incredibly tender that at every turn, he kept making sure she was happy, that she was okay.