The throbbing between my legs is nearly unbearable as Marshall’s hands come down and he opens the button and zipper on my jeans, tugging them down my legs without a word.
He rips them off, taking my flip flops along with them, and I realize he’s staring at my crotch, at the plain white strip of fabric covering my pussy.
“Fuck, that’s so beautiful.”
The desire I see in his face makes whatever remains of the shy girl I used to be evaporate, and I let my legs fall open like I did the other night when I touched myself for him.
“That’s my girl. That pleases me very much.” His voice is thick and almost pained as he drops a hand to the front of his jeans rubbing the length that presses outward on the fabric.
I never thought about saving myself for anyone per se. I never thought that much about being a virgin until yesterday. Now my entire being feels focused on giving myself to this near-stranger who feels like the person I’ve known the best and longest in my life.
It’s hard to breathe through the longing, and I want to tell him all my secrets. My pussy is pulsing close to orgasm from simply lying here as he looks down at me, his hand moving on his erection.
A moment later, he surges forward, kneeling between my legs, and growls as he buries his face in the soaking center of my panties. The vocal vibration hits my sex, and it’s so erotic I arch and throw my head back onto the pile of pillows.
“I want all of you,” I hear his voice gruff, and I want to feel this way forever.
“Marshall…” It’s all I can say as I scoot an inch lower, needing whatever his mouth is offering.
He licks the thin fabric, making me shiver as his hands jerk my knees apart until my hips ache.
“Promise me.” He seethes as I look down to see anger in his eyes and wonder what I’ve done wrong.
“Promise you what?” I plead, breathless, desperate for his touch. Desperate for the orgasm that is already blooming inside of me to be released.
“Promise me no one has been here before. You said last night…” His voice catches on the last words, and I see profound desperation in his eyes. “If anyone’s touched you before…”
“No.” I shake my head. “No one. Not ever. Never even a kiss. No boy…man…no one has ever been interested in me.” I see the question in his eyes. “Or me in them. Until you.”
“Good. I don’t want to sound like a caveman, but I don’t know if I could bear to know anyone has been here before me.”
“You’re the only one.” My words seem to ease the strain I see on his face, and he kisses my inner thigh, sending a rush of wetness from me.
“I will be the only one,” he growls as his hands grip my ankles and pulling my legs straight.
Then, just as quickly, he tears my panties away and tosses them so hard they fly over the railing of the balcony, drifting on the summer breeze before settling on the expanse of grass that leads to the beach in the distance. “This body. This mind. This heart. This soul. They will all belong to me and only me, little one. So help me.”
His face comes down and connects with my bare slit, his tongue sliding just inside me so slowly I want to scream out, but one long arm stretches upward and clamps over my mouth as the other reaches around the top of my thigh, spreading me open, his tongue moving upward to flick at my clit.
“Shhhhh,” he mouths into me. “Just be quiet. I’m going to make you feel so good, babygirl.”
The filthy words should horrify me, but they don’t. The taboo talk heightens my already spinning lust and nearly topples me over into the impending orgasm, but Marshall’s tongue stills as I look down and see his gray eyes focused upward on my face.
“Please…” I plead into his hand and a smile spreads over his lips.
“Not yet, Emmy. Not until I say.”
I gasp as his fingers pinch my clit and his tongue works the sensitive nub. My entire body comes alive with sensation as he alternates between pinching, licking, biting and kissing me until I’m a puddle of begging desperation.
“Promise to be quiet little one. We don’t want anyone to hear you cum, sweet girl. It’s our little secret, okay?”
I nod because it’s all I can do, and I’ll do almost anything right now for him to push me over the edge and into the bliss I know is waiting on the other side.
“Good girl…”
It’s the last thing I hear before his hand moves, a finger pressing at my entrance as his mouth engulfs my pussy, doing so many things at once I see stars.