Painkiller

She didn’t even need to think about this. “I’ve never been more sure about anything. I want you to be my first, Rebel.”

He groaned and started kissing her neck. While doing that he pushed down her lounge pants and panties, and she felt like her heart would beat right through her chest. He cupped her cheeks in both of his hands and started kissing her mouth again, his tongue pushing past the seam of her lips and plunging in deep.

“Take off my pants, baby,” he murmured against her mouth.

With fumbling hands she pushed down the material blocking her from seeing all of him. And then they were pressed together naked, his cock hard against her belly and the tip slickened with his pre-cum.

His hands on her breasts were almost painful as he squeezed and released her flesh, but she wanted more, needed more.

“You feel so good.” He slid his hands down her sides, moved one of them to cup her ass, and had the other one right over her pussy. A gasp left her when he speared his fingers through her soaked folds, and the gruff sound he made had her heart beating faster.

Never had a man touched her in any way, and she was so glad Rebel would be her first.

“I’ll be your last, too, Rosie girl,” Rebel said, and groaned deeply. His words, his whole demeanor, screamed possession. It was a side of Rebel she’d never seen, but had always wanted directed at her.

Had she said that last part out loud? She must have, because his response spoke volumes. But she wanted to be honest with him about everything. Rosie didn’t want to hide what she wanted, or how she felt anymore.

What was the point?

Rebel started moving his fingers through her folds, rubbing her back and forth slowly until she curled her toes and felt her eyes roll back in her head because what he did to her made her feel so damn good.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Rosie girl,” he murmured against her throat as he continued to move his fingers up and down. She didn’t know if he was aware of the low grunts he was making, or the fact he was pushing his dick against her stomach, but God, were those things hot.

Back and forth he moved against her, harder and faster with every passing second. The feeling of Rebel, of the arousal coursing through her veins, had all sanity and common sense leaving her. He continued rubbing her while he licked up her throat.

“You feel so good against me.” He thrust his cock harder against her belly. “You taste so fucking good.” He ran his tongue up the length of her throat again.

He teased her for several more seconds, rubbing her clit every time he stroked his fingers up her cleft, and teasing her hole on every down stroke. The sounds that came from both of them should have had Rosie embarrassed, but she wasn’t.

She’d never been with a guy, never wanted to, in fact, but the pleasure and lust she felt for Rebel were unlike anything she’d ever known. It was empowering.

He removed his hand, moved back just an inch so they could look into each other’s faces, and brought his hand up. She could see her wetness coating his fingers, and her heart beat harder, if that were even possible.

“You see how wet you are for me?”

She nodded even though she had a feeling it wasn’t a literal question. While holding his gaze with hers, Rebel brought the fingers to his mouth and spread her wetness across his lips.

Rosie felt her eyes widen, felt her mouth part at the sight of what he did, and she held her breath. He spread her wetness along the top, and then bottom lip, and before Rosie could say anything, Rebel kissed her.

He made her taste herself on him, and damn, was that hot. He gripped the back of her head, tangled his fingers in the strands, and held her in place for his erotic onslaught.

“Open for me,” he whispered against her mouth.

She gasped, her lips parting. He pushed his tongue inside and stroked it along hers. There was a musky, sweet flavor that bombarded her senses, and she moaned for more.

He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth and tongue down her neck once more, along her collarbone, and stopped when he was right above her breast. The small, hard, and hot pants of his breath bathed her flesh, caused her nipples to harden even further, and had her clenching her thighs together almost painfully.

God, I’ve never felt this way, this inflamed.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Rosie.”

She nodded, but wanted to tell him verbally exactly how she felt, exactly what she wanted.

“I want you to be my first, Rebel. I need you.”

He groaned deeply, but didn’t fuck her like she had hoped. Instead he latched his mouth onto her breasts, and sucked her nipple until her clit throbbed and more wetness spilled from her. Over and over, he tormented her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples and gently pulling the flesh with his teeth.