“When you make yourself come, how do you do it? Do you use a dildo or vibrator?” Whispering into her ear, before he nipped the soft tip of her ear.
“Neither, I just touch myself.” Miranda would have died at the mere thought of telling anyone else what she told him. Yet in order to have him inside her, she would admit her deepest, darkest secret on a street corner naked if that was what it took.
“Like this?” His thumb found her clitoris and rubbed lightly and then with gentle pressure.
“Yes, ohhhh yessss!” She came immediately, bucking and rolling in waves of pleasure. Even as her body shook, her hands went around his neck and pulled him down to her. He went easily, so that his body rested on her. “I want you. I want all of you.” She moaned.
With a soft kiss against her mouth, he pushed off the bed, and she watched in lazy desire. Her orgasm had barely taken the edge off her need. For the moment her need wasn’t devouring her from the inside out, but she still wanted him, needed him inside her, and only then would she be satisfied. He unzipped his trousers and his silk boxers were removed at the same time, and she gasped at the sight of him.
“Oh, my,” she whispered in awe. He was large, at least eight inches, maybe more, and so very thick she was certain he was too big to take without pain. Miranda understood now why he had kept checking to make sure she was wet enough for him.
Declan moved to the bedside table, removed a condom, and tore it open with a flick of his wrist. “I told you, sweetheart. You can take me inside you, have no doubt of that. We will go slow and easy, and I promise, no pain, just pleasure.”
Miranda couldn’t help it, she turned away. Fear was running through her. The thought of the pain that would come was freezing the heat in her body. She felt him remove her skirt, and raised her bottom to help him. On autopilot, she talked herself through what she needed to do. He had given her such pleasure that she couldn’t tell him no. She could do this, had to do this. She could do this. Swallowing hard, she fought the urge to run, and forced herself to lie back and allow him to do what he wanted.
He came down on the bed beside her, his cock burned her as it rubbed against her hip, and she flinched. He touched her face, and turned her to face him. “Talk to me, sweetheart.” It was a command, gently said but a command nonetheless.
“My first time, I was sixteen and he was... he was so big. I kept saying to go slow, but he wouldn’t, he just kept going. The pain was really bad, and it hurt for days. But it’s okay. That was then. I want you and I can do this.” She reached up to stroke his cheek, and she realized she spoke the truth one hundred percent. She wanted him, and she would do anything to give him pleasure.
“Ah, sweetheart, that explains so much. I do not believe you are frigid, but rather scared of the pain from your first experience. Since your body has not known the pleasure it could feel, you fear the pain of it happening again. I promise you, your pussy will feel no pain with me. Now, as for the rest of your body, I make no promises, but I promise that it’s the kind of pain you’ll beg me for.
“I love it, every time I say that word you blush all over your beautiful body. We will have to do something about that, because I’m going to be saying it often. Almost as often as I’m going to be deep inside your wet pussy. That beautiful blush again. You make my cock so hard, sweetheart, at how untutored you are in practice, but how much you want me. So I will have to teach you, and it will be so fucking good for the both of us. Another blush. No, love, we can’t have that. Tell me, sweetheart, tell me you want my cock inside your pussy.”
Miranda blushed. He was right; her body was blushing at his words, so naughty and obscene. A finger played over her lips, tracing around, and she moved to draw him into her mouth. She could taste herself on him.
Pulling out of her mouth, he shook his head. “No, my sweet, say it and I’ll make it happen. I’ll make you come all over again in my arms, your pussy grasping my cock when you come. Tell me what you want, my sweet.”
Her head went back at his words, her neck too weak to hold it up. “Please, Declan, I want your cock in my pussy. I want your cock to fill me up and I want to taste your cock so badly.”
Her name was an exhalation of breath. “Miranda, you will get what you want and what I need. I can smell your pussy growing wetter for me. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The words you think are so bad, to hear them, when I say them. You get wet with want, and that’s why you blush, because you’re ashamed. You will never blush again, when I or you say them. There is no shame in me wanting your body or in you wanting me. That’s lesson one. Now I’m going to move on to lesson two. No, when you touch me it makes me my cock ache, so not just yet.”
One hand captured her wrists and brought them together above her head, displaying her body for him. His lips feathered over her eyes again and again until they stayed closed, then roved over her cheeks, her lips, down her jaw, behind her ears and the base of her neck, nipping lightly at her throat. “I’ve always believed love marks are for teenage boys, but the idea of marking you as mine is damned har
d to fight.” He licked the skin to soothe his bite, and sucked lightly.
Declan’s mouth caressed her down to her breasts. Smiling with satisfaction, at the sight of the peaks hard and begging for his attention. “I consider myself a businessman first, before anything else, but I remember thinking that I would have forgiven your brother’s entire debt just to see your breasts that first day. They are so perfect it’s like they were crafted by an artist. So perfectly round and heavy, yet they manage to tip up to greet me and beg for my mouth. Your nipples...” Taking her nipple deep into his mouth, he sucked until the point of pain. Miranda moaned her need for more. “Your nipples are so beautiful, the color of a ripe raspberry, and the perfect raspberry shape, begging for me to eat them.”
Moving to her other breast, he gave it the same seductive attention. Sucking her breast deep into his mouth, allowed it to ease out of his mouth before sucking deep and hard on her nipple, until pain melded into pleasure. An orgasm shocked her, and she begged him for what she really wanted.
“Watching you come is a sight unlike any other, and I love it. I also have to say, I fucking love that sucking your beautiful breasts can make you come, because I just adore them and plan to have them in my mouth often.”
“Declan, please.” His words were making her wetter, wanting more.
“Ah, sweetheart, I know what you want, and you will get it, have no doubt, but not just yet. You’ve given me a prize I can smell, and I want to taste it. Do you know the scent of your pussy has driven me crazy the last few days?” He laughed at her blush. “Miranda, I told you, no more blushing. The scent of you lets me know how much you want me, and had I not had the scent of your need telling me how much you wanted me, I might have let you go.” Shaking his head with a chuckle. “Letting you go was never going to happen.”
Kissing his way slowly, so very slowly, down her body, he would occasionally stop to lick and taunt her. Inhaling deeply the scent of her, he ran a finger down the lips of her pussy. “Very soon we will be doing this in the full light of day so I can see every inch of your body.”
His tongue was velvet against her as he lapped at her juices. It embarrassed her that she was so wet she could hear him slurp, but his moans of appreciation of how wet she was for him made her embarrassment vanish. He whispered words against her skin, naughty words of appreciation, and dirty, so dirty the things he loved about her body and what he wanted to do to her. His words flooded her with as much wanting as his tongue. She whispered them back, begging for more from him. Begging him to do the things he whispered to her.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s what I want to hear from you. You catch on so quickly. This bodes well for the both of us. You want me inside you, then I will give it to you.” He slid a finger into her tight tunnel and then another, and she whimpered for more as her hips moved against him. She couldn’t be still. She didn’t want his fingers Miranda wanted him inside her. Begging for his cock did her no good, his tongue kept up its torment and his fingers moved faster within her. He licked around her clitoris, blew on the small nub of pleasure, and then, finally, finally, took it into his mouth and sucked hard with such force she came with a scream of pleasure.
The scream had barely left her mouth when she felt his cock at her entrance, sliding into her. Her body was floating again and unable to stiffen or fear his entry. He moved easily into her, and as her orgasm fluttered away, another one began to build as he slid all the way in and stopped. Awe filled her at the feeling of him, so thick and powerful and yet so deep inside of her. Her body welcomed him, accepting and shaping to fit him. Miranda felt whole now. He fit inside her as if he were a piece missing from her. Her legs wrapped around him, opening her wider and taking him deeper into her. They both moaned, and Declan moved to his hands, to hold him up, and she moaned at the loss of his skin against her breasts. He began to move out of her, and she cried out at the loss of him.
“Ah, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He growled from deep inside his chest.
His stroke out was light, only a few inches, and he was back. His next stroke was further out, but he was back with a hard slapping against her body, and she moaned her appreciation. Her body reacted instinctively, squeezing around his cock to keep him inside her, and he groaned and leaned on his elbows.
“Jesus, Miranda, don’t do that.” Declan growled harshly.