Chapter Twelve
Sandman looms overme, his lips and tongue tasting of my juices. He kisses along my jaw. “Not done with you yet.” He rolls to his back. “Sit on my face, kitten.”
“What?”
He glances at me as I lay frozen in place perplexed by his request. “You ever sat on a man’s face before?”
“No,” I answer honestly.
The corners of his mouth tip into a big grin. “I’ll be the first and the last.”
I don’t tell him he’ll be the first of many things, but I probably should. I’ve gotten myself off with a vibrator and my fingers. I’ve messed around with guys, but it’s never gone all the way to full blown sex with penetration. It’s just in the past I had a guy get weird with me when he found out I was a virgin. Said it put too much pressure on him. I don’t want Sandman to get weird on me. Not now. I don’t want to ruin the moment.
“Babe, you good?”
“Yeah. I just...”
He rolls toward me and strokes a finger along my ribs. “You got nothing to fear with me. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I need to tell you something,” I mutter, throwing an arm across my face so he can’t see me, but mostly so I can’t see his face if he’s disappointed or weirded out.
“I’m listening.”
“I’ve never...gone all the way,” I rush the confession out, my words sounding so damn juvenile. “With a man that is.”
“You’re a lesbian?”
I shoot upright. “What? No. I’ve never you know. I’m a virgin,” I mumble the last word.
“No shit?”
“If you want to go, I understand.” I start tugging at the sheets to cover myself.
“Babe.” He grabs my arm, forcing me to look at him. “Why the fuck would I want to leave? Do you know how fucking special that is? That you trust me enough to tell me but more than that that you are trusting me to make it good for you.”
“You don’t care?”
“Care? Woman, I fucking love that I’m the man even if I don’t deserve it to be your first. And, kitten, I want you to be sure about this because when I say I’ll be your first and last, I fucking mean that shit. It’s a check you can cash. You just want to mess around and me go down on you I’m good with waiting. It’ll be hard, but I’d wait if its what you need.”
“I want to be with you.”
“Good. I don’t know who the fuck was dumb enough to make you feel like it was something to be embarrassed about, but I’d fucking shake their hand and thank them before calling them a stupid mother fucker. Because this right here.” He cups me between the legs. “A fucking gift, kitten. Now if you’re cool, I still want you to get over here so I can tongue fuck you till you come again while you suck my dick.”
Warmth flows through me and I do as he says. I straddle his face, my knees on either side of his head. Sandman grips my hips, and I fall forward, supporting myself with one hand as he teases me with his tongue, brushing it along my clit feather light in his kisses. I wrap my other hand around the base of his shaft before licking the tip. My sexy jerk of a biker gets right to it. His tongue punches inside my pussy and my eyes go back in my head he feels so good. I do my best to concentrate on doing my fair share to please him too but its damn hard when he’s got his tongue buried in me while teasing at the rim of my ass with one of his fingers. The thought of him touching me there turns me on more than I could have ever imagined.
I suck him further into my mouth while continuing to stroke him with my fist.
He spreads my cheeks further apart, licking me from clit to ass. My body vibrates and shakes. I’m so close to getting off again, but I want him right there with me. I work him over, timing each of my strokes with every pump of his tongue as I ride his face. I suck harder, giving him licks and kisses on the head between breaks to rest my jaws.
“Fuck, Bianca. Need inside you now.”
I pop him free of my mouth and he maneuvers me where he wants me.
Sandman gazes down at me, and I’ve never felt more desired than I do by him. I know that Gram must have been wrong. It’s Sandman not Logan. The stars didn’t lie, she just got the who wrong. The day was right.
He settles between my legs, rubbing the head of his dick between my pussy lips, getting good and wet in my juices, teasing me. “You good?”
I can only nod. I was born ready for this. For him. Velvet covered steel is the only way I can describe how it feels when he pushes inside me inch by divine inch. His weight presses down on me, and I shift my hips to take him deeper and deeper until he’s rooted to the hilt. Soft and sweet meeting hard and thick. Our souls kiss as our bodies joins together as one.
I’ve never experienced anything more beautiful.
His hips flex and he starts to move. And when I say move, I mean he moves, coming at me with all he has to give. Stroking my walls deep, hitting me in places I never felt pleasure with my vibrator. There’s no comparison between a toy and the real thing. My man knows what he’s doing, teasing my nipples, playing with my clit, touching me everywhere and anywhere in a fevered frenzy. Stoking my flame, building my fire higher and hotter than it’s ever been. He goes slow then fast switching up his tempo in a pattern I can’t even begin to track. I greedily squeeze my muscles around him wanting him to get off the moment I do.
“You with me, babe?”
“Mhmm,” I moan, and he grins, slowing the pace.
I watch him as he pulls out to the tip then slams back in repeating the motion over and over again until I can’t take anymore. His muscles flex, the veins in his neck and arms popping out with the exertion. I meet him thrust for thrust. The walls of my pussy contract, my orgasm rippling through me like the aftershocks of an earthquake. He squeezes one of my ass cheeks, coming in for a kiss, that should gross me out considering where his tongue has been but with him nothing matters, and I can’t get enough. I’ll do anything he wants. Give him every piece of me. I’m his. My soul is Sandman’s to take if he so desires.
“That’s it, come for you man. Come all over this cock.” He pulls out to the tip, and I arch into him wanting him back fully. “Fucking beautiful, babe.” His lips touch my forehead, and he flips me to my stomach. Placing a hand under my stomach he tilts my hips and presses my face down. I turn my head sideways to catch my breath. With one hand guiding his cock back inside me he grips the back of my neck with possession with the other. Sandman drives into me no longer taking it easy. Now he’s giving me rough, dirty, and hard. His balls slap against my ass. Slamming into me harder and deeper while he hammers my body into the mattress until he cream pies me, his warmth shooting inside me and coating my thighs.
Pulling out slowly he replaces his cock with two fingers, gathering his white hot come slicking it all over my pussy and my asshole. Marking me. Claiming his territory. He kisses the middle of my spine and rolls over on the bed next to me breathless and spent.
I grin at him lazily, my eyes fluttering as sleep tries to take me.
“I’ll be back.” His lips meet mine briefly before he’s rolling off the bed and moving down the hall. He returns as I’m about to drift into la la land. A warm, damp washcloth presses between my legs gently. I fall asleep before he’s finished tending to me.
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