The First Taste

She takes a step toward me. Runs her fingers over my tattoo one more time. Then she brings her hand lower. Lower.

Over the waistband of my jeans.

Over the cotton fabric.

She presses her palm against me, rubbing the rough denim against my cock.

It’s equal parts agony and ecstasy.

But fuck if I’m going to tell her to stop.

There’s nothing better than Daisy having her way with me.

She brings her lips to mine. Softly. Then harder.

My tongue slips into her mouth.

Kissing her is bliss. Everything inside me finds everything inside her.

I offer her the key that unlocks me.

She lays herself bare for me.

It’s all there, in her lips, in the way she groans against me, in the way she digs her fingers into my skin.

I love her so fucking much.

I didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much. But I do.

I love her more every day.

And now—

My last thought disappears as she undoes the button of my jeans. She pushes the zipper down. Cups me over my boxers.

Presses the soft fabric against my cock.

“Fuck, Holden—” She pulls back. “You always feel so good.”

I press my lips to her neck.

She groans as I drag my teeth over her skin.

I bring my hands to her ass. Lift her. Set her on the counter.

She pushes my jeans to my thighs.

Then the boxers.

Her thumb skims my tip. It’s feather light. I can barely feel it.

But it still makes my balls tighten.

I nip at her skin a little harder.

She wraps her hand around me.

I scrape my teeth against her skin.

She pumps me with a steady stroke.

Then another.

Harder.

I bring my hand to her wrist. “You’re gonna make me come, baby.” I place her hand on my hip. “And I’m coming inside that pretty cunt.”

Her lips part with a groan.

“After I taste you.” It’s been too fucking long.

She nods hell yes.

I press my lips to her belly button. Then below it.

Lower.

Lower.

My fingers curl into her thighs.

I tease her with a hot breath.

Then a cold one.

“Holden—” She says my name like it’s poetry.

On her lips, it is.

I can’t believe there was a time I hated my name. That I wanted to kill my parents for naming me after one of the most divisive fictional characters of all time.

“Holden,” she says it again, a little lower, a little softer, a little needier.

I bring my lips to her cunt.

She groans as I lick her up and down. She tastes so fucking good. And the way she writhes against me—

If this isn’t heaven, I don’t know what is.

I pin her thighs to the counter as I toy with her.

When she’s panting, I bring my lips to her clit. Tease her with soft flicks of my tongue.

Just enough she tugs at my hair.

Just enough she groans my name like it’s a curse.

Then I lick her exactly how she needs me.

A little lower.

To the right.

Harder.

There.

“Holden—” she rocks her hips against me. “Don’t stop.”

I work her with steady strokes.

Again and again—

Until she’s clawing at my skin.

Rocking her hips.

Curling her toes.

There.

She groans my name as she comes on my face. She gets wetter. Sweeter.

Short, choppy breaths.

The sharp pinch of her nails.

That perfect low moan.

The best thing I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck me.” Her fingers curl into my neck. “Now.”

I don’t waste any time.

I hook her legs around my hips. Wrap my arms around her waist. Bring our bodies closer.

Closer.

She gasps as my tip strains against her.

I bring my eyes to hers as I shift inside her.

Fuck, there’s nothing like the first moment. Our bodies joining. Every part of me tuned to every part of her.

I stay locked with her for a moment. Stay tuned into every single inch of her.

Then I pull back and drive into her with a steady stroke.

Again.

And again.

The two of us locked together, breathing together, groaning and moving together—

If this isn’t the greatest thing in the world, I don’t know what is.

We stay locked together until she’s clawing at my skin, melting, begging me to release her.

I lay her on her back. Bring her legs to my chest. Wrap my hands around her ankles. “Touch yourself, baby. I want to feel you come.”

“Holden—” Her eyes meet mine as she slips her hand between her legs.

Then her head falls back.

Her eyes close.

I drive into her as she works herself.

Those same steady strokes.

Again and again.

She comes fast, pulsing around me, groaning my name as she pulls me closer.

It’s too much.

It feels too fucking good.

A few more shifts of my hips and I come.

I wait until I’ve spilled every drop, then I pull back, help her upright, wrap my arms around her.

“Fuck.” She collapses in my arms. “You—”

“Yeah.”

“I—”

“Yeah.”

She looks up at me. “I’m really going to miss you.”

“Me too.” I press my lips to hers. “Now, put on your panties, baby. I’m not gonna be able to do this if I’m hard.”

“It’s huge.” Daisy traces the black letters with her fingertip. It’s trace paper, but it looks like the real thing. “It’s—”