The Scene Stealer: A Hollywood Romance

“Yes,” she cries out as I lick her sex from the supple skin underneath to the top of her hood. Unable to control my desire to touch her, I slide my hand around her thigh and part her folds to rub small circles around her clit. “Oh my God, Devyn.”

Her body shakes uncontrollably now, an earthquake of its own making, and I wonder how long it’s been since she’s had an orgasm, or if she’s ever had one.

Needing to feel her explode by my mouth, I increase the speed and pressure of my thumb as I lick around the entrance of her slit. I don’t normally go down on the women I bed, but Larsen is the exception and the new rule.

She’s so

close now, her body strung tight and muscles rigid as she climbs higher. Knowing what she needs, I close my mouth around her bundle of nerves and suck on the bud at the same time my fingers slip into her sex.

As I expect, her body grows stiff and I can feel the waves of her inner muscles grip my fingers as her release goes off. It lasts just a minute, the waves dying as her body turns languid.

“Wow,” she whispers as I move over her body, hovering just above. I answer her blissful grin with a kiss on her lips, letting her taste herself. “I need to be in you, Larsen.”

She nods against my lips and then turns toward her nightstand, digging into the drawer to retrieve an unopened box of condoms. I want to ask why she has them in her nightstand, but I can tell that they are a recent purchase based on the box’s design and unopened shrink wrap.

“It was just in case. . .” That damn blush grows on her pale cheeks and my aching cock stiffens further.

Taking the box from her hand, I open it and tear off a single packet. “I’m glad that you picked these up because I don’t have anything and I will always want to protect you, Larsen.”

Sitting up on my knees, I begin to tug down my pants only to halt when Larsen’s hands settle on top of mine. She silently asks me to allow her the honor, her eyes pleading with hunger. She continues my movements and watching her slender hands slide the material down my thighs, exposing my aching cock, is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, I need to be in you. Now.”

I gently push her back onto the bed, loving the way she laughs at my alpha move, and kick my pants off the rest of the way. With the condom still in my hand, I slither up her body, leaving a path of kisses from the arch of her delicate foot up to the concave indentation where her collarbone resides under the skin. I make sure to stay on her left side, afraid she may tense up if I pay attention to the scars on the other side. But I have plans for those later.

My cock glides against her slick center and I suppress every urge to take her like this. To make her mine without any barrier. I rock my hips back and forth, coating myself in her heat, loving the way her eyes gloss over with each pass of my cock against her clit.

“You want me, Larsen?” I ask against her mouth. “You want my cock in you?”

“Yes. Yes I want you, Devyn,” she replies breathlessly, one of her hands reaching around to grip my backside.

Larsen’s hand falls away as I blindly tear the condom open with my teeth and toss the wrapper onto the bed as I settle back onto my heels. The condom stretches as the latex slides down my shaft. The velvet skin beneath throbs at the touch.

My body descends on top of hers and I kiss her gently, reminding myself that I need to make this moment as good for her as I can.

I align my erection at her entrance, savoring her heat against the head of my cock.

“Are you sure, Larsen?” I inquire as I use one of my hands to gently brush her hair away from her face. “There is no going back from this.”

“I want this with you. I won’t regret it.”

“Me either,” I whisper as I meld our mouths together along with our bodies.

My erection eases into her tight channel and I’m almost surprised to find that she lacks an obstacle, but her loss of virginity shouldn’t bother me. Except I want to possess all of her. The anger surges knowing that someone has had her before, but I toss that feeling away as I slip into her fully. Her sheath squeezing my cock tighter than any vice. I want to stay buried in her for the rest of my life; nothing has ever felt this good before.

I ease out and then back in, my body aching for me to move faster.

“God, you feel good.”

“Faster, Devyn. Please,” she moans with an aching tremble in her voice.

Like a genie rubbed free from my lamp, her wish is my command.

My hips start to thrust hastily, chasing down both of our releases. The feeling of her nails on my back leaves me wishing that she leaves her mark, makes me bleed with her passion.

Sweat drips from my body onto her chest as I pound into her, my hair now a sopping mess as I place my hand behind her knee and lift one of her legs, bringing it toward her chest.

Larsen tears her hands away from my back to grip the covers at her side. Her cries of pleasure growing hoarser with each plea. “Oh, God.”