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He leans forward and his hot breath fans my core when he brushes his chin over me right before his puts his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes them into the mattress. “All flushed and mine.” He sucks on my skin, pulling it hard and leaving hickeys. An odd thrill fills me at the reminder I’ll be left with.
They would fade away but until then…I’ll look at them and know he wanted me even if I was a thief who stole this moment from him. “Watch, princess, how a man makes a woman his.” His husky order filled with wickedness causes me to shiver, our gazes meeting, and I cry out when he licks me from bottom to top, biting my clit.
Instant hotness and unfamiliar sensations rock through me, powerful and surprising in their nature. They seem to push toward a pressure building inside me that needs him, and I’m hopeless against the blazing waves coming at me. “Florian,” I moan, breaking the eye contact as I arch my back, my thighs clamping around him while he sucks on my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. Every brush plays on my nerve endings, drumming on something inside me that urges me to fall over the cliff, and yet I’m unable to do so. Fisting his hair harsher, I moan when he licks me, roaming through my folds and burning me with his hot and precise swipes. “Oh,” I whisper when he slides his palm under me and lifts me to his mouth, driving his tongue deep inside me, and my walls instantly close around him while he delivers torturous thrusts, creating a welcoming friction within me that has my pleasure written all over it.
Slowly, catching his rhythm, I start to grind my hips in sync with him, my core contracting around his tongue as he probes me deep, and my hands fall on the bed, clutching the sheets while our shadows on the wall fuel gasoline to the already spreading fire that nothing can stop.
Because the images the shadows paint for me are magnificent and I wish I could forever memorize them, but I can’t.
“Florian, I have to…I have to…” I groan when he changes tactic and drags his tongue upward, scraping his teeth over my clit and pulling at it with his lips, my insides boiling while the pressure becomes unbearable, threatening to break me. “I have to…”
“What, Princes? Voice your wish,” he orders, skimming his lips over my core and stabbing his tongue in again, devouring my flesh, and my body is on fire, effectively shattering any reservations and my shyness.
In this moment, I care only about the pleasure this man can give me.
“I have to come. Please make me come.” He groans into me, licking me up and down some more before biting on my flesh and a sensual haze cascades over me, making it almost possible to…
A frustrated sigh leaves my lips when he wipes his smeared-in-my-juices chin on my navel and pushes up on his knees, everything female in me thriving at the knowledge that I’ve put this wild look on his face and his lips are glistening with my arousal. “Next time I’ll make you come on my tongue, but not the first time. The first time you come on my dick only, princess.”
He lowers the zipper of his pants, his hard-on springing free, and my eyes widen at the sight, my fingers curling on the sheets because it’s…beautiful, and clearly bigger than most, at least to my limited knowledge.
I wish to trace my fingers over the blue vein and touch the soft skin, wondering how it would feel against my hand, and that’s when I notice a drop of precum leaking from the tip, and hunger for something I never experienced envelops me.
“Fuck. Don’t look at me like that, princess. Not tonight.” His voice sounds strained as he says it. “I’ll teach you how to suck me off later.”
A raspy breath escapes me as I lay on the bed, watching him through hooded eyes when he reaches for a condom and rips the foil pocket with his teeth before fisting his length, making me moan just imagining it inside me. Blazing fire surrounds me, perspiration covering my skin, and while I should be ashamed of having my body open to his hungry view…I bask in all the attention. “Ah, princess. You’re already addicted to my cock without even trying it.” He runs his hand up and down his hard-on, the precum leaking from the tip, and the wetness in my core intensifies, the desire consuming me and demanding one thing only.
Florian.
He makes more room for himself between my thighs, placing his hands on either side of my head and leaning forward, our mouths brushing against each other’s as he glides the tip of his cock against me, sending tickling sensations through me.
My hands grip the sheets underneath me as our gazes clash and nervousness sweeps over me despite my lust, reminding me that I’m about to have sex.
For the first time ever, with a man I’ve been crushing on for years…but who has no idea about my true identity.
“Relax, princess,” he whispers over my lips, and captures my mouth in a hard and possessive kiss that’s meant to calm me down, yet it awakens something inside me, creating a sense of longing within me.
I tip my head back, allowing him to deepen the kiss, our tongues entwining and engaging in their own dance, and that’s when he enters me in one, hard thrust, breaking through my hymen.
Tearing my mouth away from him, I gasp in pain and push at his shoulders because everything inside me aches from such an invasion.
Oh God.
This is sex? My girlfriends have some explaining to do because this sucks and stings; it’s no earth-shattering experience!
“I prefer foreplay,” I deadpan, and his throat rumbles in laughter as he skims his lips toward my chin, nipping on it and peppering small kisses all over my jaw as he slides to my neck, giving it a gentle bite.
I expect him to stay still but he surprises me when he pushes deeper, my walls stretching wider to accommodate him, and I groan. “Shhh, princess. It’ll be all right in a second.” He licks the column of my throat before scraping his teeth over the exposed flesh. “You need to get used to me.”
Somehow this comment annoys me and my hands land on his chest, my nails cutting into his skin and earning me a hiss as I glare at him. “Speaking from experience? Just how many virgins have you been with?”
Despite my jealous and possessive nature when it comes to this man, his past never bothered me much. As a single man he owed nothing to anyone and could do whatever he wanted, and it’s not like I expected him to stay a saint.
When you fall in love with someone older, you sort of have to accept their past experiences simply because they’ve lived longer than you.
However…
The idea of him being anyone else’s first sends painful sensations through me and brings up old insecurities, threatening to burst my bubble.
