Filling Her Up (Hot-Bites 5)

“You’re so fucking greedy for me, so damn ready for my cock.” He moves his fingers through my folds … so agonizingly slow. “Your pussy is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.” Michael slips his fingers through my folds, smoothing the digits down my cleft, gathering my cream. He lifts his hand up, showing me how his fingers glisten with my arousal.

And then he brings them to his mouth.

I hold my breath. I’m so aroused as I watch him suck the cream off, his lips and tongue making sure to get every last drop off.

“Make me yours,” I whisper. I don’t mean to say the words, but I can’t stop them. Not now… I need more.

He grips my chin and kisses me, forcing me to taste myself on him. When he pulls away, I am left panting.

“Are you sure, Cassie?” he asks, giving me one last chance to stop this.

It’s a chance I don’t want.

I can’t breathe and instead just nod my response. I’m too worked up to do more at this moment.

“When this is all said and done, there won’t be any going back. You’ll be mine,” he declares. His tone is so possessive, so territorial that I can’t do anything but believe what he says.

Chapter Nine

Michael

I wasn’t going to do this, not this way at least. I was going to hold back, claim Cassie a little at a time, but the taste of her on my lips, the look in her eyes and having her body beneath me, ready, primed and begging for me… it’s all more than I can deny.

If you were to ask me how I got undressed, I couldn’t tell you. I’m too wrapped up in this woman. It’s a blur of touching, kissing and watching as her pupils dilate with her arousal. Obviously, I was too hurried, because now she’s staring up at me and along with the hunger, I see fear again. Her hands are joined back at her breasts, and she’s wringing them so tightly it looks painful. I place mine over them, trying to calm her, ease her.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Cassie. You don’t need to be nervous. I only want to please you.”

“I know, Michael,” she whispers, and the words are said quietly, but soberly.

I let the pads of my fingers drift over her face. She’s so fucking beautiful—better than any dream I’ve ever had. Fuck, she’s better than I deserve.

I bring her joined hands to my chest. She holds her arms stiffly and I move my hands over them gently, warming them and trying to calm her. I put her hand against my heart and slowly apply pressure and smooth out her muscles so her hands lie flat on my chest. The entire time, her eyes—so large and beautiful—are staring straight into mine. Her breath is so ragged that her body is vibrating.

“You’re safe with me, Cassie. You’ll be safe with me for the rest of your life, baby.”

My words are no different than I’ve said to her before, but right now they reach her deeply. I can tell by the way she relaxes slightly and the way her fingers flex in the hair on my chest. It’s like she’s stepped out of fear and come alive in my arms.

“Make me yours, Michael. No more waiting,” she urges.

Four simple words that are my complete undoing.

I need to go slow, but I’m not sure how long I can do that—if at all. I need her comfortable with my body. I drag her hand downward, letting her feel my skin, the softness of it, the harshness, the heat, and the way my muscles contract under her touch. She doesn’t understand it yet, but I’m hers as much as she is mine. This small slip of a girl has claimed me completely.

She’s mine and I can’t let her go. I won’t.

I stop our hands at the edge of my waist, letting her fingers rest against my groin. She still hasn’t looked at me below the waist, but she’s not pulling her hand away.

“I like your touch, Cassie,” I tell her, trying to reassure her.

“I like touching you,” she murmurs, her tongue sliding out and moistening her lips. “You feel warm. I…I like it.”

“You can touch me…more, baby. I need you to.”

“Like this?” she asks, shyly, and her fingernails scrape through the hair at my groin.

“Any way you like, Cassie. Anywhere you like.”

I’m standing by the bed now, and she’s lying on it, straining up to reach me. I see the hesitation on her face, but she works through it and slowly—so achingly slow that I want to groan—her hand drops down and wraps around my cock. She holds me loosely, giving away the newness of what we’re doing… her inexperience.

“Stroke me, Cassie.”

“Stroke you?” she asks softly, hesitantly.

I move my hand over hers and push in, teaching her without words to hold me tighter. Her fingers don’t quite encompass me, but they feel like heaven. We start at the root and then I slowly move her hand up my shaft to the tip. Pre-cum gathers on the head and pools against our fingers.