Releasing the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, I grab the edge of the blankets as she moves and I pull them completely off the bed. It’s just her mattress and a fitted sheet, with nothing to allow her to hide from me. She looks around as if she’s just realized this. “You don’t need anything but me on that bed, Cherry. You get cold tonight, I’ll be the thing to cover you up. You need something to lay your head on, that’s me too. You don’t fucking need anything I can’t give you. And I don’t want to be sleeping next to you tonight thinking about how much I hate that fucking pillow for holding my girl’s head when that’s my job.”
I crawl onto the bed and cage her body with mine. “Your pillow and blankets had their turn. I take care of your body now.”
I lean down and kiss her lips aggressively. I’ve been deprived of her mouth for too long. I can’t go slow. Not yet. I need to devour her right now. I lick her tongue and she starts to kiss me back. Her desire takes over and she matches my speed. The passion and possession I feel is being channeled into this kiss. I feel like I need to kiss her so thoroughly that when I’m gone she’ll still feel it.
Suddenly, I feel her small hand come up to my chest and start rubbing across my smooth pecs. My heart starts pounding. I shave everything. My head, my chest, everywhere. I never wanted anything to come between her touch and my skin. Her fingertips gently touch my nipple and it feels like an electric shock. She moves her hand to the cherry tattoo and covers it. She holds it there while I kiss her, and I know she probably feels my heartbeat through my chest.
“God, Cherry. I’ve waited so long for this. I’m going to savor this and relive it for the rest of my life.”
“Me too,” she whispers. I kiss her with everything I have, but I need more of her. I need all of it.
“These lips are just as sweet as your pussy lips aren’t they, baby? It’s okay, you don’t have to answer that. I’ll find out myself.”
With my tongue, I start tracing the light freckles down her neck and across her shoulder. I move to the creamy skin on her chest and then to her left breast. I lick her areola and then bite her nipple roughly. She cries out, but arches up to my mouth, her body begging for more. I move to her right and treat it the same. I have so much need in me, I’m shaking. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life and here she is, laid out in front of me.
To say she’s beautiful undermines her. It’s not enough. There aren’t any words strong enough to describe how gorgeous she is. I look up and see the desire for more in her eyes. Her red hair is spread out around her on the bed like a pool of fire. Her skin is like ivory shining even in the weak light. My body needs to possess her. I want to consume her soul, to bind it with mine so I know she’s protected and touched only by me.
“I may not survive this, Cherry.” I’m breathing hard, and I don’t know how to put what I feel into words.
She brings her hand up to my face and runs it along my jaw. She looks deeply into my eyes and for a moment, she has all the power. “I’m scared too, Carter.”
I kiss between her breasts and rest my forehead there. Her hands rub the top of my head and down my shoulders. I look down at her cum-covered belly and rub what remains into her skin. Seeing my mark on her calms me.
I smile at her as I move farther down her body. I get to her panties and grip them roughly.
“Time to unwrap the gift you’ve been saving for me.” With a slight tug, the panties are shredded. I toss them over my shoulder and look down at her pussy. She has a tiny patch of short red hair there that she’s kept trimmed. It’s so short and fine, she almost looks bare. It does incredible things to my cock to see her sweet virgin pussy so pure. Her pussy lips are pouty and swollen, and I can see her juices are already starting to run down her ass.
I shoulder her thighs apart, spreading her wide so I can fit and get comfortable. I plan on spending some time getting acquainted with my girl.
Layla makes a move to put her hand over her pussy and I push it out of the way. “Move your fucking hand, Cherry. Nobody ever told you not to get between a man and his meal?”
Giggling, she places her hand on my head. Fuck, I love that sound.
I rest my forehead at the top of her mound and put my face right up against her pussy. I don’t do anything at first. I just breathe in her scent. I’ve waited so long to be right where I’m at and I want to savor it.
“Carter, what are you doing?”
“I’m fucking worshiping your pussy, Cherry. Just lie there and enjoy it.”
“Are you going to kiss me there?”
“Cherry. Goddamn it, do not rush me. I’ve waited years for this. If I want to lie here and smell your pussy all night I will. Hell, if I want to order a pizza and have my fucking dinner while I keep my nose on your cunt, that’s what will happen. Now shut up and let me have my moment.”
“Oh God, Carter. I feel achy. Please lick it.”
“Fine, but only because I want to,” I say, knowing that I will actually give her anything she asks for. I hope she doesn’t catch on to how her pleas could have me eating out of her hand. I give her pussy one soft, tender kiss before I use my fingers and spread her lips apart. Once her clit is completely exposed, I dive in. I don’t tease, and I don’t hold back. I lick, suck, and bite every part of her.