Page 62 of Mistaken Impression


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“Yes.”

I brush my lips over hers, just briefly, and she sighs, then watches as I finish my task, pushing her blouse from her shoulders and leaning down to kiss her neck. She shudders, and I reach around behind her, undoing her white lacy bra, letting it follow her blouse to the floor before cupping her breasts in my hands. She gasps and then squeals as I pinch her nipples and as she stares into my eyes, I notice she’s already breathing hard. I could spend a lifetime just gazing at her, but I want to see more, and I kneel, unfastening her jeans and pulling them down, together with the white lace knickers she’s wearing. She kicks them off, along with her shoes, and I take a moment to admire her. She has beautifully rounded breasts, a narrow waist and slightly flared hips… long, sexy legs, and a heavenly, shaved pussy. I’m tempted to lean in and taste her, but I want a better view, so I stand, lifting her off of her feet and carrying her to the bed, where I lay her down, shaking my head as I gaze upon her.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She smiles and I bend over, grabbing her legs and pulling her back towards the edge of the bed. She yelps in surprise, her eyes widening as I place my hands on her knees, parting her legs, then brush my fingers lazily down her thighs. When I reachher swollen lips, I part them and kneel, dipping my head and running my tongue from her clit to her entrance and back.

“Oh… oh, yes. Do that again… please?”

I oblige, tasting her succulent sweetness, and she shudders, bringing her hand down on the back of my head. I part her lips wider and focus on her swollen clit. She bucks her hips up into me and I flick my tongue over her.

“Yes… yes… right there. That’s so good.”

I repeat my actions, sweeping my tongue across her, over and over, and moving my hands, so I’m parting her with the fingers of my left, while I reach up with my right, and pinch her nipple. She cries out, spreading her legs, and pushing my head down, clearly wanting more, so I nip at her clit with my teeth, and that pushes her over the edge. Her cry becomes a scream as she writhes and thrashes through her orgasm. I don’t relent, but keep up the pressure on her clit until she finally calms, and I release her, staring up into her glazed eyes.

“You taste incredible.”

“Do I?” She’s breathing hard and I stand, leaning over her, my hands resting on either side of her head, as I bend my own and kiss her. I half expect her to hold back, but she doesn’t. If anything, she’s even more wild than before, her tongue darting into my mouth, devouring me. I let her for a while, and then I pull back, straightening my arms.

“I’m sorry, but I need to be inside you.”

She stutters out a sigh, nodding her head, and I stand upright, lifting her in my arms and turning her around, moving her up the bed, so her head’s on the pillows. Then I yank my shirt off over my head and undo my jeans. She watches while I lower them, and my boxers, her eyes widening, although she doesn’t say a word. Her eyes don’t waver, either, when I grab a condom from my bedside table and roll it along my length before I crawl up over her body.

With one hand up by her head again, I palm my cock with the other. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, but I’m desperate for her now, and I rub the tip of my dick along her swollen folds, finding her entrance and nudging inside.

She sucks in a sharp breath, closing her eyes, and I feel her tense beneath me as I push further inward, her muscles tightening around me, until…

I stop, unsure of myself. This can’t be right, can it?

I lean back, staring down at her. She opens her eyes, her brow furrowed, and I tilt my head slightly.

“Is this your first time, Ella?”

She blushes and slowly nods her head. “Yes, it is.”

I know what she’s saying is true, but I still can’t believe it. “How is that possible?” I ask.

She frowns. “It’s quite easy, really. You just don’t have sex.”

“I—I know that. What I mean is, how does someone who looks like you end up still a virgin at… how old are you?” How can I not know her age, when I’m practically inside her?

“Twenty-four. And I’m still a virgin because of my brothers.”

“Okay. That didn’t sound at all weird.”

She smiles. “It’s not,” she says. “Honestly. It’s just that I’ve got two older brothers who spent their younger years sleeping around… and as much as I love them, I always knew I didn’t want to end up with a guy like that. I thought it was worth waiting until the right man came along.”

I lean a little closer to her, so our lips are almost touching. “And you think I’m that man? The right man, I mean?”

“I—I hope so.” She looks a little doubtful now, and I close the gap, my lips brushing over hers.

“So do I.” We stare at each other for a moment or two, and then I straighten my arms again. “Are you sure about this?”

“About you?”

“No. About this. I want to be the right man for you, but that doesn’t mean we have to do this… not straight away. If you’d rather wait…”

“I don’t want to wait, Mac.”

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