His mouth breaks away from mine so he can murmur softly against my temple, “We aren’t doing anything that you aren’t ready for.”
“It feels wonderful,” I tell him and seek out his mouth again. When he returns to kissing me, I pull my shirt up higher so that there is more skin for him to touch, and this time it is his body that responds with a tremor.
I never want to stop kissing him, but as his fingers trace along my ribs and move higher until his palm is resting just below my right breast, I think it’s possible that I may never breathe again. When he breaks away a second time, it is so he can kiss my neck and then lower. As his head moves down my body, his hand pushes my shirt higher, until my breast is exposed to the air, to the dusky light, to his hot gaze. And to his mouth. The sensation is so foreign, so delicious, so amazing, my back bows and I clutch at his head. “Nathan,” I say in shock and delight.
Somehow he is able to interpret this correctly, and he continues his attentions. He uses his lips, tongue, and even his teeth on first one and then the other breast. Inside my head and my body, I’ve lost all control. It’s as if I’m hurtling into space, and I’m out of my mind with joy and excitement. When he moves even lower, I suck in my breath. He places soft kisses all along the top of my jeans. They are wet kisses, and I can hear the sounds he’s making as well as feel the wet, warm trail he’s leaving across my abdomen.
“Can I take these jeans off, Charlotte?” he asks, his voice gruff and tender.
I squirm on the bed. “Yes, please. Please do.”
His deft hands pop my button and lower my zipper. I’ve my nicest pair of panties on. They aren’t super sexy, but they have lace around the top and a small bow at the front. He releases a long, slow sigh—almost a moan—and the air from his body dances across my skin, alternatingly warming me and raising gooseflesh.
The jeans come off and he’s between my legs again and he places his mouth directly over the center of my panties. “Oh my God,” I cry out at the sensation. His laugh is low and naughty.
“No God here,” he says smugly, his lips against my inner thigh. “Only me, Nathan.”
“Are you going to . . .” I ask breathlessly.
“Yes,” he says, and he does. At first I am embarrassed, but after a few licks, I’m too caught up in the sensations he’s wringing to be self conscious. This is what he meant when he said he was going to make it so good for me. I can’t believe how amazing his mouth feels between my legs. And from the sounds he’s making, it’s evident to me he is enjoying this too, which makes me even more excited.
And as he licks me and gently strokes me with his fingers, I close my eyes and let euphoria take me away. It’s one giant endless loop of pleasure and fierce happiness. When one of those fingers pushes inside of me, my eyes fly open.
“Oh, Charlotte,” he moans, and the vibration rumbles through every part of my body. “I’m so glad that I’m your first. I know I shouldn’t care, but I do.” He climbs on top of the bed again so that he’s half draped over me, his heavy leg lying over one of mine and his head tucked close to my shoulder. All the while, he’s slowly gliding his finger in and out of me, until that feeling of tense ecstasy begins to build again. He doesn’t stop stroking me, not even after I’m crying out his name again and shaking like a leaf from the sensations that he’s eliciting with just his finger and his mouth.
“I’m glad it’s you,” I say after my shuddering has stopped. He slides his finger out of me and disrobes quickly. My eyes widen at the sight of his erection. It’s at least four fingers in diameter and far, far longer than even his middle finger. I gulp and turn away so as to not become frightened. He sits me up and removes my shirt so I’m nude except for the panties he had pulled back up.
He kisses me again, soft at first and then demanding—his hard length lying rigidly against the side of my hip. He dips his hand inside my panties again, and the fear that I had after seeing his penis is quickly forgotten under the onslaught of desire he stokes. This time he pushes two fingers inside, and soon I’m arching toward every touch.
“Promise me it will always be me,” he says fiercely.