Sliding his hands down, he gave it the final nudge it needed. The dress fell in a heap on the floor, leaving Fay in only a pair of lacy panties. They were a red pair, cute, and he knelt down before her, taking the panties with him. She had no choice but to step out of them.
She still wore the boots, and he took care of them as well, leaving her in a pair of socks.
For now, they could stay, but Fay was naked, just like him.
Finally, after waiting so fucking long, Fay was in his bedroom, naked, and all his.
She didn’t know it yet, but he was hers. The time would come for him to tell her. She needed to get used to being his first.
Blaze moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her body. Then, flesh to flesh, he brought them together. Fay’s hands were at her sides for several seconds, and then she slowly touched his back.
He wasn’t used to this speed. He was used to taking what he wanted, which was crazy considering for the past two years, he’d steered clear of Fay.
Before he realized he had feelings for her, there had been other women. He didn’t consider himself to have a type, but since he wanted Fay, there had been no one. For the past two years, he’d been taking care of his own needs, working his cock multiple times a day, thinking about Fay, and wanting this moment.
Easing back, he stared into her eyes and then started to guide her until she lay on the bed. She followed his lead, and Blaze looked down at her.
“Tell me when to stop,” he said.
She nodded. It was a jerky action, but it made him smile. After dropping a kiss on her lips, he slowly trailed his toward her chest.
Those perfect tits.
He held his body away from hers, giving her space to get accustomed to him, and he swirled one hard bud with his tongue.
Blaze listened to the sounds she made, making sure she was with him. Never going too far. Never breaking her trust. Keeping it with him at all times.
Moving to the next nipple, he circled her tit before drawing the peak into his mouth. He’d been waiting so fucking long. He didn’t know how he was able to show any restraint. Not with what he truly wanted to do with her. To finally fuck her and make her his.
Too much time had already passed, but he wasn’t going to miss a moment.
He trailed down from her tits, going toward her pussy. Dipping his tongue into her belly button, he nudged her thighs open with his leg, and she spread them, just a little, but it was wide enough for him to fit.
Staring down at her pretty cunt, he inhaled her soft fragrance, and his mouth watered for a taste of her. His cock was unbearably hard, but he would take care of himself soon.
Going from her knees and up toward her pussy, he touched her lips. He spread them open, just a bit, exposing her sweet little cunt to his view.
Her virgin cunt. No man had touched what belonged to him. He was so fucking pleased about that.
Sliding his tongue between her creamy slit, he grazed across her clit. Fay nearly jerked up in the bed, and he took her clit into his mouth, sucking on it. She whimpered, shaking beneath his touch.
She was so wet. Tonight, it would have been easy to take her virginity, but he would wait for when she was ready.
Flicking his tongue back and forth, he felt her body change in his arms, tightening, getting ready to explode, and as she came, Fay didn’t hold back. She rode the wave of her orgasm, and she looked like a fucking queen as she did it.
So beautiful. She stole his breath away.
Blaze didn’t push her too hard, not wanting to terrify her. Leaning back, he wrapped his fingers around his length and stared at her body, unable to look away.
For two years, he’d imagined this moment. He’d worked his fucking ass off to get here, and soon, she would belong to him. Soon, Fay would be begging him to fuck her, and he couldn’t wait for that moment.
She had been his for a lot longer than two years.
He’d been too fucking dumb to see it, but now there was no holding back.
Not ever.
With Fay’s gaze on him, he came, spilling his white creamy spunk on her stomach. Soon, he’d be filling her womb, and he couldn’t fucking wait.
Chapter Three
“You’re acting a little strange today,” Blair said, pouring more wine into her glass.
Fay turned toward her friend, feeling a little guilty. “I’m sorry.”
“How did your date go last night?”
Fay’s thoughts went to Blaze. After he came on her stomach, he’d gone to his bathroom and brought back a towel, cleaning up the evidence of his orgasm. He’d then climbed into bed, wrapped his arms around her, and they’d gone to sleep.