I lean forward and fan my breath across her skin, making her shiver. “A feast,” I confirm, then dip my head down to get my very first taste of her.
She’s just as lovely as I imagined. Her skin is soft and warm, and the taste of her arousal is sweet on my tongue. I lap at her little hole and then make long sweeping licks with the flat of my tongue over her clit.
She’s making some kind of noise but using the blanket to muffle it. But all that matters right now is my mouth on her skin. When she settles again, I delve my tongue down inside her, making her clench her thighs around my ears.
I laugh and gently ease her open again. “Relax, love, it was just my tongue. I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, I’m going to make you feel really, really good.”
She rubs her fingers over my head and then jerks her hand away as if she can’t believe she did it. So I grab her by the wrist and place it on my head. “It’s fine.”
Then I return to my feast, hiking her thighs over my shoulders to get a better angle. When I suck on her clit, she says my name in a breathy sigh, and I know I’ll die hearing that sound.
I keep doing it, loving the way she begins to rock into me, seeking more, even as she wars with herself over wanting it.
It’s too much for me not to touch myself. I keep licking her and fumble with my belt buckle to draw me out of the confine of my slacks. Precum slicks across my hand, but I ignore it in favor of one long stroke. “You taste like heaven, Rose.”
Her only answer is a heavy panting, her fingers massaging my scalp as if she can’t bring herself to push me back into the cradle of her body.
I work my shaft and suck on her clit at the same time, wishing I could stand and push inside her. How tight she’d be as she welcomed my cock. Would she come immediately, or would I have to work her up to it again? I let these things play out in my mind as I pump my hand and suck her little bud.
“Tell me when you’re close, Rose,” I whisper.
Then she breaks my heart when she says, “Close to what?”
It’s enough to make my dick shrivel. I lean up over the bed and stare her in the eye. “You’ve never touched yourself, never gotten yourself off?”
She shakes her head. “No, it wasn’t… I didn’t have any interest after…”
We leave that subject alone, and I dip a finger into her core, letting it add more stimulation. “You’ll feel it. The pleasure will build, and if you relax into it, I promise, it will feel amazing.”
She swallows hard and nods. “I trust you.”
I dip my head again and lap at her clit, then alternate short sucking bursts with laps of my tongue. It doesn’t take long for her to start rocking into my face again, her hand frantically fluttering on my head as if she wants to push me where she needs me.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Show me what you need.”
She guides my face to her clit again. “There, just stay there.”
This time, I add one finger inside her and suck on her clit until she’s pulsing around me, her breathing growing louder, and then when she comes, she whispers my name.
I stand, my cock aching. She takes one look at me but doesn’t move. Not even a flinch. “I’m not going to fuck you. Just watch, okay?”
When she nods, I lean over her so I can stare at her still glistening pussy. It takes seconds to trigger my orgasm, and I let it go in thick ropes on her thighs. She watches enrapt until I give myself one last long pump.
I use the soft lining of her gown to clean my cock, but her thighs, I take my time, rubbing my cum into her skin. Branding her with it. Until she’s sticky, and I feel satisfied for the first time in months.
She sits up and stares at me, her cheeks flushed, her hair a mess. “Does this mean you’re going to marry me and let me keep you safe?”
I gently run my thumb down her cheek, my hand still smelling of her. “No, love. It doesn’t. I’m not going to let you throw away your life on me. Not something this important.”
Something sparks in her eyes, and she shoves me away to roll off the bed. I twist over to relax on my back, and when she’s closed herself in the bathroom, I finally let out a long sigh and clench my jaw. What I told her was true, but I didn’t tell her I’d love nothing more than to make her mine forever. She deserves someone so much better. A man who will pamper her and cherish her. She’s been through way too much to take anything less.
I rise and strip out of my clothing, climbing into bed in just my underwear. When she exits the bathroom, her face is clean, and she’s wearing her old T-shirt. I flip the covers back so she can climb in beside me. She scoots as far as possible when she does, keeping distance between us.
I’m not going to allow that. Not after I just made her come and can still feel the pulse of her under my skin. I haul her against me and wait while she squirms, trying to get away.
“Settle down. Just because I won’t marry you doesn’t mean I can’t want you or touch you.”
She sniffs. “Is that all you want, to fuck me, same as every other guy?”