“God, I just want to eat you up,” I said, taking my first swipe of her sex.
An explosion of Frankie burst on my tongue. Sharp and sweet, I wanted to bottle it up and take it out for a taste every time I got pissed at myself for not remembering something.
She tasted smooth and sweet, and felt like heaven on my tongue.
“You taste like everything I should’ve never forgotten,” I growled, going in for a second taste.
She squirmed underneath my tongue, and I pinned her thighs to the bed with my palms.
“That’s because you’ve never tasted me before,” she panted, her hands going to my ears as she tried to direct me where I wanted her.
I paused in tasting her, looking up the length of her body.
“What?” I asked, sounding as confused as I felt.
“You’ve never done… that,” she whispered. “We always wanted to but…”
But things got in the way.
Understandable.
“Lie back and let me lick you then,” I ordered. “And just know this isn’t the only time it’s ever going to happen.”
Her face went positively wicked as she clenched the sheets underneath of her in two fists.
Then I bit the inside of her thigh, causing her to jerk.
“What the hell, Luca?” She laughed, playfully pushing on my forehead.
I went back to work—or play depending on how you looked at it—tasting her.
She squirmed underneath my touch, and when I knew she was getting closer, I abandoned her clit for a few moments to thrust my tongue into her entrance.
She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair, and moaned into the ever-brightening morning air.
“Luca, please,” she begged.
I knew what she wanted.
To come.
But I didn’t want her to come.
Not yet, anyway.
I wanted her on the edge, teetering over but not quite falling.
Because I wanted to be inside of her when I came.
I wanted to feel her pussy muscles ripple and quake around me.
When I knew she was too close, knew that any second my attentions were going to push her over, I crawled back up between her thighs.
She watched me come with her eyes glazed over in need.
Her body welcomed me home when I pressed myself fully to her. Arms wrapping around my neck and her legs going around my hips, she shifted her hips. Telling me silently that she was ready.
I put one elbow on the bed beside her head and leaned slightly to the left so that I could reach my cock between her thighs.
“Oh, Luca,” she whispered. “You feel big.”
I didn’t know if I was big.
I did know that she made me feel big, though.
The moment that my cock was notched at her entrance, her breath hitched.
I began pushing inside, all the while keeping my eyes solidly locked on hers.
Her mouth parted in the cutest little O as I began, and I stopped for a moment to ask if she was all right.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaky. “More than all right.”
Then she tightened her muscles on my cock head, causing me to jerk back in surprise.
“Luca!” she whined, hating the loss just as much as I did.
I fitted myself against her once more and pushed inside, this time not surprised by the way that she clenched and unclenched. It was her body’s way of accommodating me. Making room for my cock when her tight channel wasn’t equipped for such objects.
That’s when something hit me.
“You’re really tight,” I told her, feeling my heart start to pound.
It’d already been pounding, of course, but something was setting me off. A memory that I really should have lighting up my mind like a floodlight, yet it wasn’t there.
It was the illusion that something should be, though.
Something big.
Her breath hitched and I continued forward, now with half of my cock buried deep inside of her.
“Goddamn,” I grunted, pulling back only to press back forward just as fast.
The next minute and a half as I slowly worked myself inside of her was a lesson in control. She was tight, and I really didn’t want to hurt her.
On the other hand, I wanted to shove her so full of me that she would never forget what it felt like to have me inside of her.
I did the gentlemanly thing, though, and allowed her the time she needed to get used to how I felt.
And in the process nearly killed myself.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “You’re not going to fit.”
I buried my face into her throat and inhaled deeply, giving her a few seconds to adjust now that I was nearly three-quarters of the way inside of her.
“There’s still more,” I groaned.
I felt her hand snake down between our bodies and smiled against her skin when she felt how much of me was left outside of her.
“Jesus,” she whispered, grasping what was left of my cock with her fist and squeezing. “It’s not going to fit.”
I brought my fingers up to play with her nipples, and her hips jerked, causing more of me to slip inside.