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“Let me do it,” I say, forcing some softness into my voice.
Her hands fall to her sides with an inelegant thud, but I don’t think she notices as she holds her breath, not moving as I reach around her and gently unclasp her bra. A soft whine falls from her lips as I carefully slip the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her.
“Turn around,” I order as I drop her bra, keeping my eyes fixed on her face as I give her a moment to adjust to her partial nakedness.
Slowly shuffling on her knees, she stops moving once her back is fully toward me. Without a top on, I can see just how thin and fragile she is. Her skin is flawlessly perfect, soft and smooth, and begging to be kissed. So, I do. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the center of her back, between her shoulder blades.
Her shoulders tense, then slowly relax as I kiss a path down her spine, then run a fingertip back up again, pushing her hair over one shoulder so I can see the nape of her neck.
“Perfect,” I whisper into her skin as I press one more kiss, sucking until there’s a hint of a mark marring her otherwise flawless skin.
“Turn back around. Let me see you,” I whisper. It’s still a command, but I don’t need to be loud for her to hear me and comply. She needs my control. I don’t know how I know it, but I do.
Inhaling slowly, her shoulders lift, then fall. This time when she turns, it’s faster, like she’s made the decision to embrace what we’re doing. Like she’s not hiding from me or this anymore. When she’s fully facing me, her eyes glance at the camera behind me for a split second, before all of her attention refocuses on me.
“Shall I take off my jeans?” she asks.
“Not yet. Cup your breasts, offer them to me.”
“They’re too small,” she whispers, shame lacing each word.
Hooking my thumb under her chin, I force her face up. “They’re perfect.”
Blinking, she stares at me like she’s seeing me for the first time, and then she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I hadn’t planned to kiss her, because there’s something about a kiss that’s so much more intimate than the act of sex.
Losing your virginity doesn’t have to be a big thing, but a first kiss, that’s a moment that you remember and not because it hurt or was awful, but because of who you chose to give it to. Her lips move tentatively against mine, and without thought, I grab the back of her head and kiss her back. She gifted me this. She gifted me another first. Not because she needed me to take it, but because she wanted me to have it.
The moment I take over, she surrenders to the kiss, allowing me to move her exactly where I want to, while her lips part, ready for me to push my tongue into her mouth.
Instead, I nip at her full lower lip. When she yelps and tries to pull away, I force my way into her mouth, dominating her with my tongue, while she tries to mimic my movements.
I’ve lost count of how many kisses I’ve given and received, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’ll never forget this one. I pull back the moment she completely submits to me, eager for more now that I’ve had a taste of my Princess’s sweetness.
“Hawthorn,” she whispers breathily against my lips.
“It’s okay, Princess, just do as I say. That’s all you have to do. I’ll take care of everything else.”
A softness settles over her, and when she nods, some of her frantic energy has faded. Her shoulders are more relaxed, and she seems more at peace with her decision.
“Offer me your perfect breasts.”
Her movements are tentative, but when she finally cups both of her tits and lifts them, I smile widely, leaning forward and capturing one of her nipples between my lips.
I suck hard, loving the gasp it pulls from her, as I lave at her sensitive tip, alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping as her breaths become pants and moans and gasps. Arching her back, she pushes herself closer to me, desperate for more. But instead of allowing her to demand my attention, I pull back, enjoying the way her pupils dilate and her eyes become wild and feral and so fucking perfectly out of control.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, tangling her fingers in my hair and trying to pull me closer.
“Hands by your sides,” I snarl.
Her lips part, and I can tell she wants to argue, but her body reacts and her hands fall to the bed, making my dick even harder with how beautifully she follows my orders. I can see in her expressive eyes just how confused and frustrated she is, but this is how I want her. How I need her to be—to be able to give herself over to me completely. I want her desperate, lost to the pleasure and sensation, and even though the only part of her I’ve really explored is her tits, she’s already close. But not close enough, nowhere near close enough, not yet. But she will be.
“Lie back.” Unfurling like a lazy cat, she lounges back into the pillows, her halo of blonde hair fanning out around her. Part angel, part demon, she looks like a femme fatale sent to seduce me, and I can’t help but smile at the sight of her. Her tits are rising and falling with her breaths, and there’s something about her being topless while still wearing jeans that makes my dick impossibly harder.
After I’ve looked my fill, I follow her down, pressing a kiss against her throat, then working my way down her torso until my chin is resting on her denim covered mound. Even through two layers of fabric, I can still smell the heady scent of her arousal. “I can smell how much you want me,” I growl, unbuttoning her jeans and slowly pulling down her zipper until I can see a hint of her pink panties beneath.
Sitting back onto my knees, I peel the denim off her body while she lays still and allows me to unwrap her like a fucking gift, until she’s naked except for a scrap of pink silk.
“Look at you,” I purr, my eyes going hooded as I admire the sight before me.
