His hand moved over my bare shoulder, and his fingers squeezed me gently as he admired my bare skin. The backs of his fingers glided gently over my shoulder and to my neck, where he could feel the pulse in my vein. His eyes followed his fingertips, worshiping me in silence.
I turned my head toward his fingers and watched them caress me. I watched them move closer to me until the backs of his fingers met my mouth. They rested there, feeling my softness with his warmth.
I kissed his fingers, my eyes moving to his.
He watched me kiss him, watched me taste him in a way I’d never tasted a man before. “These lips are so perfect. So full. So soft. So sexy.” He rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip as he looked me in the eye.
Whenever he touched me like that, I felt like nothing else mattered. There was no one else outside these walls. It was just the two of us in a deserted city. A man had never looked at me the way he did, with that possessive intensity. Did he look at all women that way? Until he got what he wanted? Would he only find me this desirable until he took my virginity? Then I would be damaged goods?
His hand moved into the back of my hair, and he gave it a gentle tug, making my chin angle toward the ceiling and exposing my neck.
He leaned in and kissed me, his strong mouth giving me the sexiest pleasure. He kissed me hard, his lips devouring me. His fingers tightened in my hair as he continued, as if he were eating me for dessert.
His hand released my hair and moved to the zipper at the back of my dress. He slowly pulled it down until the single strap over my shoulder fell to my arm. The rest of the dress came with it, slowly sliding until it fell to the floor.
He ended the kiss so he could look at my tits, see how hard my nipples were. He palmed one of them and gave it a good squeeze before he looked me in the eye again. His fingers moved to my nude thong, and he gently pushed it over my ass until it fell to my ankles. Fully clothed, he lifted me into the air and carried me to his bedroom down the hallway.
Maybe he expected tonight to be the night he would finally have me. He knew I was comfortable with him, that I still wanted him to be in my life once he popped my cherry. Maybe he knew if he pressured me, he would get what he wanted.
He laid me on the bed then stripped away his clothes. He got rid of his collared shirt, his slacks, and his belt. Piece by piece, he revealed himself until he was stripped down to nothing. His cock greeted me with the same enthusiasm as always, twitching in anticipation.
His heavy frame moved over the bed, and he approached me slowly, the mattress sinking every time his hand pressed into it.
My legs automatically opened for him, and I locked my ankles around his waist. Once I felt that strong body on top of mine, my reservations slipped away. My pussy ached because it was ready for the experience that would turn me into a woman. My thighs squeezed his hips, and I looked him in the eye as I felt his cock rub against my clit, stimulating me in the sexiest way possible.
He watched my expression as he gently ground against me, watched me feel him.
My hands gripped his arms, and I felt my nipples harden to diamonds. My breathing became deep and heavy because I was nervous. I was about to give myself to this man, and I knew I wanted it. Even if I hadn’t been paid, I wanted this man to be my first.
I brought his face close to mine, and I kissed him, my fingers moving into his short hair as I ground against his length. My thighs continued to squeeze him, and I moaned into his mouth the second our mouths were combined.
My clit was on fire from the pressure of his big dick. It wouldn’t take much to make me come, not that it ever did.
He continued his purposeful embraces, his kisses turning more aggressive and passionate. He sucked my bottom lip then gave me his tongue, his cock throbbing against my clit.
My head was in the clouds, and all I could think about was sex, having that big dick inside me to take away my innocence. The other times he tried were met with resistance, but this time, I didn’t feel any hesitation. “Slate…take my virginity.”
His lips went immobile against mine, and I actually felt his cock twitch against me. He breathed hard through the pleasure, probably feeling a flush of heat down his spine. I’d just told him what he wanted to hear, and he was probably so hard it hurt.