Page 35 of Daring to Love

She lifts her lower body, and I groan when her pussy comes close to my mouth. I can’t deny myself another long, slow lick.

“Fin!” she gasps loudly as I flick her clit one last time. I straighten my back and reach behind my neck, pulling at my shirt. I toss it to the floor, my abs rippling when she licks her lips.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” I tease her.

She seems struck mute but nods.

My fingers tremble as I make quick work of removing my shoes and socks before I unbutton my jeans. I try to tell her with my eyes how she makes me feel – nervous, turned on, and desperate for her all at the same time. Her eyes are rapt on my fingers as I push down my jeans, taking my boxers along with them, and my cock springs free. I feel the heartbeats increase against my chest, pounding like a staccato as she stares at the way juts out. I run my hand up and down my length, unashamed and needing her to see the effect she has on me. When her eyes grow hooded and she bites her lower lip, my cockhead bobs.

Enough teasing.

I take a step closer and bend in my knees, my hands running a hot trail up her legs, widening them for me. The closer I get to her face, the harder I get at the rapt way she blatantly checks my out.

My lips find hers in a languid, wet kiss, and as I give her my everything, I can feel her melting down into the mattress. I follow her down as she leans back, unable to lose the taste of her, while I grabble for my wallet. I try not to crush her with my weight, so I lean to the side, most of my upper body resting on my lower arm. Her small fingers explore my torso, making me shudder as she tugs at the hair on my chest. She jerks once and I lose her mouth as she lowers her head to look down her body. I follow her line of sight, my breath clogging in my lungs as she touches the drop of cum I’ve leaked. She rubs it on her skin, as if she’s mesmerised, and I watch alongside her.

I can’t take it anymore. I have to have her. I have to claim her.

“I’m going to take you now.” I open my wallet and find the condom, bringing it to her face. “Put it on me. Feel how much I ache for you.”

The trust I see shining in her eyes is almost more than I can bear. She raises her head to kiss me softly before she takes the condom from me. I’m in awe of this girl – no, this woman. She’s no girl. In quick movements, she tears the wrapping and I guide her hand down to my cock, needing to touch her while she puts it on.

“Like this,” I murmur as we roll it down my length. I grit my teeth when her unsure fingers touch me, shuddering as she tests out the feel of me. Groaning, I lay down on my back and enjoy her exploration of my body.

“Stop, sweetheart,” I beg and quickly reach for her, my muscles almost screaming when I lift her up and back to sitting astride me. “I’m not as strong-willed as you take me for.”

She smiles down at me, a secretive and, dare I say it, triumphant look in her eyes.

Slowly, I run my hand down her spine, scraping my nails lightly against her breasts in the process. I relish the way she squirms at my touch until I rest my hands on her butt – fuck, how I love her arse. I pull her down until the length of her fits perfectly to every part of mine and gaze into her eyes.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

She doesn’t hesitate, and I fucking love her for it. She nibbles on my lips, teasing me, until I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head from the pleasure of her passion. I reach further down between her legs, spreading them wide and up to my sides, until I run a finger through her slit. I never stop kissing her, trying to make her feel as comfortable as I possibly can, and as her urgent mouth and tongue grows, the more I play with her pussy.

It doesn’t take long until she’s drenched again, and the small sounds falling from her lips tell me she’s there – that she’s ready for my cock.

I squeeze a hand between our bodies and take a firm hold on the base of my cock. I open my eyes to watch her face as I slowly push inside her. Hers open slowly, staring down at mine, and no longer kissing me. I lick my lips, my instincts screaming at me to let go, to pound into her and fuck her, but I can’t do that.

Maybe later, but definitely not now.

Once the head is inside, I take a firm, yet gentle hold of her hips.

“Tell me if it hurts too much, and I’ll stop. You set the pace, sweetheart.”

It’ll kill me, but I will.

She shakes her head, and breathes deeply, making my adoration for her grow in strength.

“No. I want this…I want you, Fin. Take me.”

Groaning, I raise my head and take her mouth while I push deeper inside her. I can feel her tremble against me, but then she pushes down, and that tells me she craves our union as much as I do.

I suck harder on her tongue when I’m prevented me from burying my cock to the hilt, and I breathe through my nose, instinctively knowing what it is. I nudge against it, raising my hips further, and then the breach is gone. She gasps against my mouth, and I feel her lithe form writhing on top of me.

Something wet lands on my cheek and I open my eyes. alarmed at the tears falling. Immediately, I stop moving against her.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Now, Fin,” she smiles through her tears, still rocking slowly against me. “I have to move.” Her fingers trail through my hair, the touch so tender and sweet, I shudder.