Burly

Panting, my fingers curl into the comforter. “How?”

His mouth is up against my ear. “If you’d been fucked, if you knew what it felt like, you’d be petrified of a cock the size of mine. What it could do to that tight-ass body you’ve got.”

Nonsense. He would never, ever hurt me. “But…you want to have s-sex with me?”

The pain in his laugh is the only confirmation needed. “If your daddy knew how long, he’d have shot me dead.”

Liquid heat spreads between the folds of my sex, the flesh there swelling and growing heavy. “He’s not here. We are.”

The words have barely left my mouth before I’m thrown onto my back once again, my breath whooshing out, Murph’s whiskered jaw raking down the center of my naked body, his teeth nipping at my navel, before racing back to my neck, leaving goosebumps everywhere it touches. “Taste like fucking sugar, baby.”

Murph calling me baby is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. Way better than my bubble gum chart toppers. His touch, his larger-than-life presence, has distracted me from the secret I’ve been keeping from him. But I’m seconds from being overwhelmed so it’s now or never. With a smile curling my upper lip, I hook a leg around Murph’s and twist with all my might, turning him over onto his back and climbing on top of his mountainous body. Giggling over his astonished expression, I lean down and purr, “Told you I’d take those self-defense lessons.”

I’ve never seen him smile like the one he gives me in that moment. He’s already ruggedly handsome, but his impressed grin takes his sexiness to another level and I can’t help it. I can’t help but lean down and seal my mouth over the top of his, kissing him for the first time—and it’s nothing like I expected. I thought the first time I kissed a man it would be romantic. Or there would be heat. A whipping of hormones. I never expected all of it at the same time.

The slide of our lips bowls me over, intoxicates me. I am powerless to do anything but get more, more, more. I open my mouth, he opens his at the same time with a moan and we introduce our tongues, rubbing them shamelessly while I make the same movement on his stiffness, riding my sex up and back, undulating eagerly, the friction there, along with our mouths, driving me to the brink of a place I’ve never been before. “Murph,” I whine brokenly against his lips, before being taken again, again with thorough sweeps of his tongue, one of his huge hands rocking me on his lap, the other one fisting the back of my hair.

“I need to stop kissing you, baby. So I can give you what you need, but fucking hell, you taste incredible. I can’t get enough.” Once again, I’m rolled onto my back, my mouth attached to Murph’s, his lips devouring mine, our moans mingling, hungry, savoring. There is no art to what we’re doing, there is only trying to taste as much as possible, consume as quickly as we can. Tongues lick, his jaw scrapes my cheeks, my chin, our hands are everywhere at once. It’s sinful. It’s wonderful.

Just as I’m running out of air, Murph breaks the kiss and moves down my body, kissing every inch of me he passes, his tongue trailing over my distended nipples, swirling in my belly button, his teeth biting my hips, my belly. I’m going to be covered in marks and I wouldn’t want it any other way—

He pushes my thighs open and grinds his face against my sex.

I scream. I scream because it’s so raw, so visceral, his mouth on me there, wetness transferring from me to his tongue, his jaw and lips. His calloused hands are rough on the insides of my knees, holding me open, his tongue bathing me in a long, possessive lick. Like he’s staking his claim on me. Wanting to commit everything about the moment to memory, I look down and every one of my muscles contracts at the sight of what he’s doing. At the difference in our sizes.

And then the ability to think is stripped away when his tongue finds my clitoris, polishing it gently, gently, then with more insistence, his grunts vibrating all the way up through my hair follicles, my fingertips. He drags a rough hand down my inner thigh, slicking his thumb through the split of my sex, massaging that sensitive nub with his thumb in between licks.

Oh. Oh, and a powerful storm begins to brew inside of me. I don’t recognize my own voice or the sounds coming out of my mouth. Don’t know who I am anymore as I grab fistfuls of his hair, lift my hips and beg. In that moment, I finally understand what so many songs are talking about. Lust. Connection. The power of physical pleasure. Breathing is almost impossible, there is only the incredible tensing of my limbs, the unbearable quickening in my tummy.