“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to taste you. You’ve read my books. You know what happens now,” he said, bringing the full force of his books into effect.
She nodded. “You’re going to taste my...” She didn’t finish her words and a red blush stained her cheeks.
“Finish what you were going to say,” he ordered.
“You’re going to lick my pu**y,” she replied right away.
Dean stared at her and knew in his heart the woman beneath him had some submissive streaks within her. He’d never been interested in a dominant and submissive lifestyle, but with Laura, he’d be happy to give it a try.
He leaned down and sucked her cl*t into his mouth, not giving her time to become accustomed to the sensation of having him between her legs. He sucked her and tasted the sweet musky scent of her delicious cream. Her cl*t was small and her body so responsive. Her back arched and he gazed up her body to watch her tits bounce with every move of her body.
Fuck. She looked so f**king beautiful.
“Dean... Dean... Dean...” she panted with every breath.
He knew she was close and he didn’t want her to come until he was inside her. He pulled away from her and wet the tip of his fingers with some saliva to coat more of his cock. He wanted plenty of lubrication as he f**ked her. She was wet and juicy, but he didn’t want to take the chance of hurting her.
“I’m going to f**k you now,” he told her.
She licked her lips and nodded her head.
He grabbed a cushion off the sofa and placed it under her hips. Dean watched her as he ran the tip of his c**k through her wet pu**y. She looked so beautiful. She had a really nice pu**y to look at.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He didn’t understand from where the desperation came. He was sure he didn’t love her. Caring for wasn’t love. All he wanted to do was plunge his c**k so far and so deep inside her, to stake his claim. He wanted her filled with his cum so that no one else would have a shot at what was his.
“Yes, I want you inside me, Dean.”
He was going to die if he didn’t get inside her luscious body soon. The condom and all forms of protection were forgotten in the erotic haze. He grabbed his aching shaft and watched as he pressed the tip against her tiny virgin hole. He would be her first and a part of him wished he’d be her only.
He wanted to see her eyes and the only way would be to forge inside her in one quick thrust. Dean aligned his c**k and felt the heat of her surround him. He heard her whimper and not wanting to prolong the pain, he pushed inside her with one quick, hard thrust. He tore past the barrier of her innocence all the way until he was seated deep inside her. Her nails bit into his arms and she fought him a little. Dean held her through the pain, whispering loving words into his ear.
“That’s it. I can feel you getting accustomed to me. Do you want me to move?” he asked.
Laura shook her head and he smiled. For too long he’d been without a woman and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. He began stroking her body, tormenting her ni**les and running his fingertips to create the most wonderful feeling. Her body would be sensitive to every touch and nibble. He bent down and took one of her beaded ni**les into his mouth.
She cried out, “You can move, you can move.”
He smiled and swivelled his hips, letting her grow accustomed to his length before pulling out. Once he started, he knew it would be a matter of time before he blew.
“More, please,” she begged.
He didn’t need further begging. He pulled all the way out of her and stared down as his c**k disappeared and reappeared. He gripped her h*ps and loved the flesh he could grab. She wasn’t breakable or thin. Laura Cox was the perfect size, shape and fit for him. Her tits bounded as he screwed her, the connection between them growing stronger than ever. Dean couldn’t hold on for much longer and he wanted her to come around his dick, to have the pleasure of being the cause of her orgasm. He fingered her cl*t and brought her off. Her pu**y fluttered around his cock. The tight squeeze of her body was all it took to send him over the hill into the peak of sensation.
Dean cried out and plunged all of him inside her, bumping her cervix. Laura lay beneath him panting out her own release. He growled in satisfaction as his seed spurted inside her.
When it was over he collapsed on top of her. For the first time, Dean lay with feeling in his heart and body. He lifted his head and glanced at Laura. She’d been the woman to set him free.
Chapter Eleven
His weight felt nice on top of her. She’d be self-conscious if it had been the other way around with she on top of him. This way she was relaxed. Her pu**y felt on fire and her skin sensitive to the touch.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
Laura nodded her head. She didn’t have the energy to speak.
“I lost it a little at the end. I didn’t hurt you did I?”
His concern comforted her. She’d done it. She'd lost her virginity, and not to some random stranger—to the man she loved.
“Thank you,” she whispered. The least she could do.
“What are you thanking me for?” he asked. His body was over hers and she felt his length inside her still. Not as full, but enough for her to know he was there.
“For being my first,” she said.
He smiled at her. She loved his smile. The real one he showed her, but rarely showed the world.
“It was my pleasure. You gave me a gift, Laura. Few men have the pleasure and honour of what you’ve given me,” he told her.
Tears sprung to her eyes. “People don’t think like that anymore,” she told him. She didn’t know why she was crying and Dean held her as the tears burst.
“I’m not most people. I think it’s a real gift you’ve given me and I intend to treasure it, always,” he said.
Later, he took her to wash up. She winced as the water touched her. Dean cared for her in the proper way she’d read about in some old historical romance books. The men who’d taken a woman’s virginity—their way of thanking them had been to care for them.
After they’d washed up, Dean cooked a little supper and Laura phoned her parents to assure them she was fine and would be staying at Dean’s. They didn’t question her further.
“Are they happy you’re staying here?” he asked when he brought over a plate of soup.
“Yes.”
“If not, I can drop you home,” he offered.
“You’ve had your wicked way and now you want to get rid of me?” she teased.