The sight of Saffi touching herself, of wanting him so much she had to masturbate, demolished what little control he had over himself.
“Staffaaaaan!”
Suddenly he was there, down on his knees, head between her legs, and mouth – oh his wonderful wicked mouth was on her flesh. He started to lick her, hard enough that she went completely limp in desire. Her body fell back and her hands gripped the table’s edge behind her head.
“Staffan!” She couldn’t help screaming his name as he continued to torment her with his tongue, which danced just as beautifully as the rest of his body. She felt Staffan pushing her legs up and then placing them over his shoulders. She immediately locked her legs around his neck.
Saffi’s pink, quivering pu**y was the best he had ever tasted. Staffan didn’t know why. He simply knew it was so, and right now the fact that her pu**y was the best he ever had was more than f**king enough for his dick.
“Staffan!” Her screams were making it harder and harder for him to control himself. Staffan had planned to torment her, to seduce her into telling the truth but right now he knew those plans were going to hell. He hadn’t counted on being insane with need, of dying if he did not let his dick bury itself in her moist, warm passage.
“Staffan!” His name broke out in a shocked gasp as she suddenly found herself being carried, her thighs resting on his shoulders, his mouth still on her. She swayed and had to grip his hair for balance, but still Staffan kept moving until he reached the bed.
He knelt on the bed before slowly lowering Saffi on her back, even as his kiss relentlessly continued in driving her mad.
“I’m c-coming!” Her legs dropped from his shoulders and fell splayed open on the bed.
He moved up to bite her clit. “Is that so?”
She screamed and beat his shoulder, hating and loving the taunting tone of his voice. Her head tossed and turned on the pillow. “Staffan, please.”
“What is it?”
She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment even as she gritted out, “Make me come!”
He laughed, the sound triumphant and possessive. “As you wish, H.” He thrust his tongue in.
It was more than enough.
She came with a scream, her body jerking at the strength of her release.
Staffan pulled himself up, knowing it was the optimal time to take her virginity.
Her dazed eyes met his, desire and understanding in it. “Staffan,” she whispered as his arms rested against each side of her face.
“I’m going to take your virginity now.”
She nodded.
He buried his dick, and her wet and quivering pu**y took him all in, her own release smoothing and easing his passage. There was no pain, and he was more than glad for it. He hadn’t wanted to see his Saffi hurt for any reason.
Saffi could feel the last of her juices dripping out of her, but even so she could already feel her desire building, her inner muscles slowly tightening around Staffan’s dick, which felt wondrously large and thick, almost too much so.
Above her, Staffan’s jaw was clenched hard, and she knew he was exercising extraordinary control to keep himself moving.
My love, she thought.
The sudden reappearance of the dreamy smile he was so fascinated with made his body jerk.
She gasped.
He gritted his teeth. “Fuck. Sorry. Does it still---”
Her smile came back, and its emotion was mirrored by her doe-like eyes as she looked up at him. “Do it again.”
Staffan didn’t need to be asked twice.
He pulled almost all the way out before sinking in.
She moaned.
He did it again and again, reining in his impulse to ram into her like a stallion in a rut. Staffan was rewarded just a few moments later as Saffi’s hands crept over his shoulders, her nails reaching into his back before digging deep into his skin.
“More.”
One hand went under her nape while another went under her butt. And then without warning, he was pounding into her, fast, hard, and furious and all she could do was hang on to him and let Staffan take her as he willed.
The positions of his hands took away her equilibrium, making it seem as if she was but a doll that was entirely his to please. And she loved it. Every second of it. Every way of it. She wanted more and wished it would never end.
“More, Staffan,” she panted, shameless now in her need, deliberately spurring him to possess her.
“Fuck!” Her words inflamed him, and his h*ps began to pump into her more furiously.
Saffi’s head fell back, her nails digging deeper. “Staffan.”
“I know, baby.”
That one term of endearment did it for her.
She screamed, convulsing around him.
“FUCK!” He pistoned into her as fast as he could, his balls slapping heavily against her pu**y. And then he was there, too, joining her over the edge of their release, and he shouted her name as he shot his cum inside her.
When his body fell heavily on top of her, she immediately tightened her arms around him. Her legs went around his hips, too, and she wished it was enough to keep his dick and his cum inside her.
Staffan braced himself on his elbows to look at Saffi searchingly. “You’re okay?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes.”
“Anything else you want to say?” he prodded finally, wondering if she would tell the truth now.
She nodded.
He braced himself again, this time for hearing the truth. “What is it?”
Saffi placed her hand on his cheek, and Staffan felt it shaking hard against his skin. “You were worth waiting for,” she whispered.
Goddammit to hell.
He closed his eyes, not wanting the soft dreamy smile on Saffi’s face to completely break the walls he had erected around his heart.
She was too f**king late.
If he had met her before Chloe, perhaps they had a chance.
But not now – not when he knew the f**king truth about the harsh realities of the world.
When it was clear he wouldn’t speak, Saffi told herself she wasn’t disappointed. Did she really think he’d fall in love with her just because she had given him her virginity? He was Staffan Aehrenthal and she was – nobody. She wasn’t even Saffi March, who was just barely better than her “H” persona.
She pulled him down for a kiss, her lips telling him without words that he did not have to say anything.
Staffan rolled them over, Saffi lying on his chest. In moments, his little starry-eyed charmer was asleep. He lied awake the whole night, savoring the feel of Saffi in his arms, and knowing that he was about to take a huge risk tomorrow.