Sweet Dandelion

“More,” he commands, and I open a little wider. A shudder goes through his body and I cry out when he dives in, sucking on my pussy and the sensitive nub of nerves.

“Oh my God, Lachlan.” My fingers grip the longer strands of black hair on top of his head, and I can’t help but grind my hips into his face. I shiver when his hands skim up my thighs.

He rubs two fingers against my slit, looking up at me with mused hair and glossy lips. He watches my mouth form a perfect ‘O’ as he slips one, then the other, into me. He pumps them gently at first, then a little faster with his fingers curled.

“Oh, fuck.” I squeeze my eyes closed from the feeling. With only two of his fingers I feel stretched beyond measure. I can’t imagine when he puts that thing in me. He’ll destroy me, rip right through my skin.

“You’re tight, Dani. So fucking tight.”

My fingers curl into his sheets as I rock back and forth, feeling the orgasm building inside me. I’m beginning to understand why people make such a big fuss over sex. This is amazing.

When his mouth sucks on my clit that’s all it takes for my orgasm to crest.

I cry his name over and over again, a prayer, a plea.

He moves up my body, kissing his way there, swirling his tongue around each of my nipples. My pussy clenches with aftershocks. When his mouth reaches mine he kisses me and I hold his cheeks between my hands. I taste myself on his lips and I surprisingly don’t mind it. Instead, it turns me on further. There’s something erotic about knowing those lips he’s kissing me with were somewhere intimate on my body, a place I’ve shared with no one.

Grabbing the condom beside my head, he stands to put it on while gazing down at me naked in his bed.

“I’m going to ask you this once, Dani,” his eyes close for a brief second and when they one the blue shines with something I can’t interpret, “and only once, so be honest. Are you a virgin?”

My cheeks flush, hell my whole body does, and I give him a single chin dip in answer.

“Fuck,” he growls but he doesn’t sound angry.

He fits the condom around his cock and rolls it down with a sure stroke.

This is happening. It’s really happening. I’m going to have sex with Lachlan.

“This is going to hurt, but fuck I promise to be as gentle as I can.”

I give him a single nod. I know he will. I trust him. With my life, with my secrets, with my promises.

His big hands wrap around my hips, lining me up with the tip of his cock.

“If you want me to stop, tell me. Any time. You say it. I stop.”

I shake my head. “I want this. I want you.”

A shudder rakes his body and with one hand on my hip, he takes his other and grips the base of his cock guiding into me. He pushes in barely a centimeter and my body tenses.

“Relax, baby,” he murmurs. “If you relax it’ll be easier.”

Breathing out, I try to calm down. He pushes a little more and I close my eyes. My body protests against the intrusion. It feels uncomfortable and unnatural. My nails rake down his chest, probably cutting his skin, but he doesn’t act like it hurts. “Lachlan,” I whimper. “Just do it. Please.”

“Are you sure?”

I look between us and he’s barely in and it’s burning like a fire ripping through the center of my body.

I nod. “Do it.”

“Hold on, baby.”

I take a deep breath and he pushes forward, past the barrier that was blocking him.

“That hurts, that hurts, that hurts,” I chant over and over again.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He bends over my body, plastering kisses on my face, wiping away the tears dampening my cheeks.