Tattooed Sweetheart

“Tell me more,” she begged. “Tell me all the dirty things. They… turn me on.”

I shivered and said, “I want to spread your legs and look at your pretty virgin pussy.” I clenched my jaw as that image slammed into my head. “I want my mouth on you, my tongue lapping at your honey as you come against my lips.” God, I could come from telling her this stuff.

I didn’t want to talk anymore. All I wanted was Flora naked on my bed, her lithe body beneath me, and her legs spread as I devoured every fucking part of her.

And I’m going to do just that.

I pulled back and opened my eyes, not moving, not speaking for a suspended moment as I just soaked in the sight of her. And then I slipped my hand around her nape, pulled her forward, and took her mouth again. I fucked her with my tongue and lips, our teeth clashing together.

“God, I feel like I’m burning alive, like I could orgasm from your kisses alone,” she said between kisses.

“Fuck, you can’t say things like that to me, because then I’m going to come.”

A gasp left her, and I swallowed it, kissing her harder, pressing my body against hers. No more thinking. No more control. No more wasting time.

My mind was hazy, and I found myself tearing at her clothes, tossing the remains on the ground, and taking a step back to look at all the perfect flesh that was revealed. God, who was this man that was an animal right now? I’d never felt so unhinged. Although she still had her bra and panties on, I swore there was nothing hotter than the sight of her barely dressed and only the intimate parts of her body hidden from my view.

My mouth was dry, my throat tight. I started taking off my clothes before I knew I was actually doing it. And the whole time, my focus was trained right on her. “Take the bra off, Flora.” Fuck, was that my voice, so gravelly and commanding?

When my clothes were off and I stood totally naked in front of her, I found myself gripping my cock, then promptly let go, figuring that was too obscene.

She’s a virgin. Go slow. Go easy.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at my cock, and I knew it was a combination of the fact that I was blessed in endowment, but also because I was pierced.

“You look afraid,” I said deeply, darkly, and took a step closer. “I promise it’ll feel good inside you.” I’d make sure of that. My Prince Albert piercing was a thin hoop that was pierced right through the head of my cock, and as I stroked myself, I felt the cold metal start to warm as I jerked off. “Do you want me to stop? Do you want to go slower?” Fuck, I hoped she didn’t say yes, because I was so far-gone it would be like trying to stop a freight train. But I’d put the brakes on this if that’s what she wanted. I just wanted to be with her. In any way.

She shook her head. “Don’t stop,” she whispered and started removing her bra.

Fuck. My body roared in pleasure as I gripped the base of my shaft, then dragged my palm up, squeezing out another drop of pre-cum in the process.

And then she had the bra off. And her panties next. And I was left standing there like some dumb fuck unable to move or speak, because she looked so incredible.

“Malkolm,” she whispered.

It was clear that when it came to Flora, I was weak, because I'd give her the world at her feet if I could. I cradled her against me as I walked us to the bed and then gently laid her down, my heart thundering and my head dizzy. This felt like a dream, and the fact that I was about to be with Flora, that I refused to let anyone else ever have her, made me feel high.

I took a step back and just appreciated the sight of her, with her hair spread out across the white cotton, her creamy skin a stark contrast to the navy sheets. I breathed out slowly and ran my hand over my mouth. A day’s worth of scruff covered my cheeks and jaw, scraping my palm, sounding loud in my ears, mixing with my haggard breathing.

And I really looked my fill of her, sliding my gaze down to her breasts, over her flared hips and slightly rounded belly, along the small indent of her navel, and then froze when I got to the most secret part of her.

“Come here,” she moaned, and I was on her so fucking fast she let out a surprised sound.

I was kissing and sucking at her neck, dragging my tongue up and down her flesh, memorizing the flavor of her until I felt drunk. And then I had my mouth on a peaked little nipple, moaning at the feeling and flavor of her. Moving my tongue around her areola, I sucked the taut peak into my mouth and felt her tremble for me. I took her flesh harder and more fiercely in my mouth at the same time I cupped her nape and kept her where I wanted her.