He unhooks my bra and peels it from my body, tossing it off the side of the bed. As soon as it's gone, he dips his head, pulling my nipple into his mouth. He sucks and bites until I'm panting beneath him, crying out in ecstasy and unable to stay still. A sharper bite sends a lightning bolt through me, striking hot against my clit.
"Look," he says, placing his hand behind my head to lift it.
A dark red spot marks my breast beside my nipple. It's no bigger than a quarter but seeing it there where no one has ever touched me, let alone kissed me, is oddly erotic. I like it, perhaps more than I should.
"You look fucking perfect," he says, settling his hands around my waist and pulling me down the bed. "Like you belong to me."
My stomach flutters. I like the sound of that.
He kisses a trail down my stomach, hooking his hands into the sides of my panties.
I lift my hips, eager for him to get them off. Eager for whatever he's going to do next. Maybe I should feel shy and timid, but I don't. With him, I feel safe. Powerful. Confident. He looks at me like I'm a queen, and I feel like one.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
I nod without hesitation.
He slips my lacy panties down my legs and then flings them away.
"Jesus," he breathes, his eyes locked on my center. "Look at you, pretty baby. So fucking sweet and pink."
I blush, fighting against the instinctive urge to squeeze my legs closed. No one has ever looked at me down there…but I can tell by his face that he likes what he sees. His piercing blue eyes blaze with desire, his pupils dilated. He licks his lips, staring like he can't look away.
"Has anyone ever eaten your cunt before, Piper?"
"No," I whisper. "I've never…"
His gaze bounces to mine. "No one has ever touched you?"
I shake my head, my blush deepening. For a minute, I worry he's going to change his mind.
"Oh, pretty baby," he groans, quickly putting that worry to rest. "You saved this pretty little thing for me?"
I nod, unable to speak around the lump in my throat.
"Fuck," he growls, leaning down to kiss me. His tongue sweeps inside to steal my breath. One hand trails down my body, his rough fingertips gliding across my skin almost as if he's trying to memorize every inch of me.
My legs fall open as he crawls between them. He groans into my mouth, his hand against my inner thigh. I know he can feel how wet I am. My thighs are slippery with my juices. I'm not sure if it's normal to be this wet, but judging by the way his kiss deepens, I don't think he has any complaints.
His thumb ghosts across my slit, spreading me open.
I cry out into his mouth, jerking upward.
"I've got you, sweet little Piper," he croons into my mouth. "Relax."
That's easy for him to say. He's not on the verge of an orgasm already. But I am.
The feeling only grows when he rubs his thumb against my swollen clit, playing with me.
"Please," I whisper, rocking against his hand.
"Please, what? What do you need, pretty baby?"
"I need you inside me."
"Oh, I will be," he promises, pressing his thumb against my opening. He pushes it inside me, making me cry out in bliss. "I'm going to fuck this little thing until we're both satisfied. But not until I eat you first. I don't want to hurt you."
"Yes, do that," I sob, not above begging. Whatever it takes.
He pumps his thumb in and out of me, slowly torturing me. It feels fantastic but isn't nearly enough to satisfy me. It's just enough to make me want—need—more. I ache for it. So badly. God, I didn't know it was possible to need sex like this.
He kisses me again and then prowls down my body, exploring me with his mouth. By the time he's between my legs, I'm a whimpering, sobbing, sweating mess. He slides between my legs, lifting me toward his mouth.
His breath washes across my center, pulling a groan from me. He growls at the same time, sounding for all the world like a starving lion guarding his dinner. It's the sexiest sound I've ever heard. It ignites forest fires in my system, sending smoke billowing through my veins.
His hot breath touches my center, and reality spirals away.
The first swipe of his tongue sends me freewheeling into another plane of existence.
"Goddamn," he growls, pulling me closer, holding me tighter. "This sweet, juicy little cunt…" He grunts and licks me again. "Tastes like heaven, Piper." He hums against my center and presses the flat of his tongue against my clit before jiggling it quickly back and forth.
"Oh my god," I cry out, burying my hands in his hair to hold him in place.
"Grind your cunt against me," he demands. "Fuck my face, Piper."
I have no idea how to do that, but I try anyway. I rock my hips into his mouth, using my grip on his hair for leverage. He attacks me with his tongue, grinding it against my clit, flicking it against my opening. I cry out again and again, delirious with the pleasure of it, with the joy of it. I don't know if it's always like this or if it's just him, but holy crap. He's good at this. Really good.
My body trembles, my muscles locking tight as an orgasm builds, growing fast.
"Don't stop," I cry. "Please, don't stop!"
Cortez snarls against my center, pulling me even closer. He redoubles his efforts, lashing me with his tongue. It runs in circles around my clit, striking again and again. I cry out in ecstasy and then in shock when I feel him pry my cheeks apart and press his tongue right there.
He eats that hole too, snarling like he can't get enough of it…like he loves it. And oh my god, so do I. I rock my hips against his face, sobbing his name.
My orgasm hits like a bomb blast, lifting my body from the bed as wave after wave of intense pleasure tears through me. He grabs me, holding me down to keep me still as I writhe and scream and moan. He doesn't let me go. He doesn't stop eating me either. He keeps on, fucking me with his tongue until I'm thrashing beneath him and wailing his name into the room, so sensitive I feel every lick everywhere.
"Jesus, pretty baby," he growls, gently lowering me back to the bed. He places a kiss on my stomach and then rises. I watch through a haze as he undresses. His body is incredible. He's thick and broad everywhere. I can imagine him loading equipment at one of the warehouses or working on one of the farms his company owns. He has the build for it. He's sturdy, like a strong oak tree.
"You're beautiful," I whisper when he catches me staring at him.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you," he says, crawling back onto the bed with me. He covers my body with his, his mouth descending on mine.
I taste myself on his lips and moan.