His Gift

“Your innocence is so fucking intoxicating, I want to swallow it whole, drown in it.”

I’m not sure what compels me to say my next set of words, but I say them anyway, “Will you… will you touch me?”

He leans into my face, his lips millimeters away from touching my own. All I’d have to do is push up a tiny bit, and I’d be experiencing my first kiss.

“If that’s what you want.” I nod without thinking, and Miles smiles a moment before his lips slant down against mine. He kisses with both passion and hunger. I gasp into his mouth as he steals the air from my lungs. I can feel every inch of him now as he presses me into the mattress with his body.

With unsteady hands, I rake my fingers through his hair and lose myself in his kiss. Nipping my bottom lip with his teeth, he groans when I open my mouth, and our tongues collide. I can feel him everywhere in that single kiss, and I want more of him, need more of him. I’m an addict, and he’s the habit I can’t kick.

Breaking the kiss, he pants, “You want me to touch that pretty pink pussy? Spread your folds, and touch you where no one has ever touched you before?”

I should say no. I should definitely say no, but I can’t.

“Yes,” I pant and surrender to him, spreading my legs wider, and inviting him into a place no one else has ever been before.

“You’re mine, all fucking mine, Rose.” He pulls back and rips the shirt I’m wearing right down the middle. Buttons fly through the air, but I can’t focus on that. My attention is solely on him as he trails a finger down my body, his eyes becoming molten lava as he takes in my exposed breasts.

With a possessive look in his eyes, he whispers, “I’ll never let another man touch you after this. Never let another man see or look at what is mine.”

My breath hitches in my throat when he pushes my legs together and then moves them, pressing them gently against my chest. In this position, I’m completely exposed, completely at his mercy. His eyes drift from my face and down to my sex.

With a gentleness I wasn’t even sure he had in him, he parts my lips, and it takes everything inside me not to beg him to do something, anything to help ease the burn deep in my core.

“Such a pretty little clit… so hard and begging to be touched. I think it wants to be licked. To be sucked on.” His eyes collide with mine, and I’m not sure how, but I know he’s seeking my approval.

“Yes…”

“Is that all she wants? Does she want my fingers? Does she want to be fucked by my tongue?”

“A-all of it.” My hands fist the sheets as his tongue flicks ever so gently against the bundle of nerves tucked between my folds.

“Such a tiny thing, I’m not sure I can finger you without popping your cherry, you’re so tiny, and I’ve got big fingers.” The words are said against my mound as he continues to play with my clit, alternating between dragging his tongue over it and flicking it back and forth, making my entire body feel as though it’s a ball on a tennis court.

“Please…” I bite my bottom lip, “I… it hurts… I can feel…”

“What you feel is an orgasm that’s going to blow your fucking mind.” Moving lower, he presses a thick finger against my entrance, his eyes remaining on mine the entire time. I wince at the intrusion as he pushes against the resistance of my body very gently. He only puts half his finger inside of me, but it feels so much bigger than a finger.

“Feel that stretching, and the slight burn? That’s what my cock’s going to do to you when you’re ready for me to fuck you. It’s going to own you like my finger does, like my fucking mouth does.”

With slow strokes, he brings me back to the edge of insanity, and when he sucks my clit between his lips, flicking me furiously, I shatter into a million pieces.

“I’m… oh, god…” The light behind my eyes blurs.

“Yes, come on my finger, let me taste those virgin pussy juices.” With his filthy mouth still on me, I skyrocket into the atmosphere. Weightlessness consumes me, and for the first time in my life, it feels like nothing can touch me.

I’m vaguely aware of Miles easing his finger out of me, and his lips pressing a kiss to the top of my mound before releasing my legs, but it isn’t until I open my eyes again a few seconds later that I see he’s watching me. Two dark hunger filled orbs pin me to the mattress.

My cheeks heat, and I look down at the incredibly large tent between his mammoth thighs. It looks painful, and even though I’ve never touched a cock before, I’m sure I could figure it out and return the favor. I mean, how hard could it be?