Roasting Up Love (Insta Love Shy Girl Romance 6)

“It’s okay to be a little scared,” he whispered while nuzzling my ear. “New things can be scary and exciting at the same time.”

Something sparked inside me that I felt I should share. “It’s hard for me to trust new things,” I said, watching his reaction. “But the way you touch me helps me turn off the messy, anxious part of my mind.”

His lips ran down the side of my throat, then back up. “Maybe it’s the adrenaline,” he murmured.

“Actually, it’s likely the dopamine,” I giggled as he kissed under my ear. “What if I get addicted to you? What if I need you to touch me every time I’m stressed out?”

“I’ll always be a phone call away, if not closer. Valerie, I adore you. We still need to get to know each other a lot better, but if physical touch helps you open up, I want to help as much as I can.”

I squealed as he picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom and laying me on the bed. He slid off my t-shirt, freeing my breasts as I hadn’t bothered with a bra.

His hands on my skin made me tremble as he caressed my breasts, playing with my skin until I was squirming in bliss. It was adorable how he seemed to love every single sound I made for him.

He pulled my yoga pants and underwear off almost roughly, my socks coming with them. Then he spread my legs wide, diving in to latch his tongue against the little pink nub of my clit.

“Already so wet for me,” he growled softly. He ran a fingertip around my opening gently, while licking steadily.

My heart felt like it was going to explode from this much love and lust at once. My breath was stuttering in my chest, as I felt my entire body opening for his touch. If Dave was my new addiction, it might be the healthiest thing I’ve ever tried.

“You’re so delicious,” he groaned, looking up at me with fire in his eyes. It was hard to believe that he was this aroused by me.

His licking stopped as he pressed gentle kisses all around my mound, my pussy lips, every delicate bit of skin. His hot breath was making me quiver from head to toe.

It felt like I was absolutely soaking wet, and as he slipped two fingers inside me, he grinned. “I need to feel you come on my tongue, sweetheart.” His low growl rumbled through both of us. Yet it was his choice of the word ‘need’ instead of ‘want’ that undid me completely.

His fingers glided inside me slowly, teasingly, as he flicked his tongue against my throbbing, swollen clit. I couldn’t stop moaning and squirming, but when I gripped the back of his hair, I felt a shudder run through him.

It was shocking to realize that my desire turned him on even more. Cautiously I pulled against his head, rocking my hips so that I was pressing my pussy against his mouth. His eyes fell half-closed, as he groaned deeply. The look of purest lust in his eyes was overwhelming. I’d never felt so open, so completely vulnerable, but I trusted Dave with my entire body, my entire life.

His tongue pressed into my clit more firmly as he began licking faster, feasting on me as he gently thrust his fingers slowly.

“Yes,” I gasped, feeling the deep wave of heat gathering in my core, about to explode. “Dave… I…”

His eyes blazed as he gave me a tiny nod, licking even faster. I fell spinning over the edge, my squeals echoing off the bedroom walls as I came against his tongue, helpless and quivering. The deep satisfaction was intensified by knowing that he would be inside me any second.

Dave looked up at me with a wink, sliding his fingers out and slipping them into his mouth. “Sweet and salty, in the best of ways,” he grinned. “Everything about you is perfectly balanced, sweetheart.”

I pulled at the back of his head, ordering him to come closer. My hand gravitated to the hard bulge in the crotch of his jeans. “I want this,” I whispered, shocking us both.

He stripped completely, then laid on top of me with a devastating grin. Circling the thick head of his cock between my drenched pussy lips, he growled softly, “This is what you want?”

“Please,” I begged, returning his grin.

He eased inside my tight pussy an inch at a time, taking incredibly gentle strokes as he opened me. This time the pressure was beautifully pure, with no pain, my body welcoming his perfectly.

“Oh,” I gasped as he filled me completely. I looked up at him, almost laughing. “Wow, you really are big. But you feel amazing.”

He chuckled, wrapping his thick arms around me as we rocked slowly together. The warm smell of his skin was like a tranquilizer, opening my entire body and mind, relaxing me completely.

Dave captured my mouth in the deepest, sweetest kiss of my life. Tasting my juices on his lips was deliciously dirty, and my hips rolled with him, trying to pull him deeper.

“Christ, you are so sexy,” he growled, the slow, deep rolling of our hips so perfect together. “You’re so soft, baby. Your pussy feels like silk.” His hand slid down to hold my hip, pinning me to the bed so he could thrust more firmly.

“Yes,” I gasped, almost unable to see straight.

Every single time his cock sank home inside me, I thought I was going to explode again. Then his other hand slid down to brush his thumb against my clit. Thrust by thrust, he was taking me higher than I’d ever been before.

I didn’t want this pleasure to ever end, but at the same time, I felt a climax as strong as a hurricane building deep in my core.