“What are you going to do?” I asked as my body began to shake.
“Move your hands away from your face and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.”
I shuddered, and went against every fibre in my body: I removed my hands from my face and looked down.
I looked down to Darcy and licked my lips when he patted his hands against my knees. I looked at my legs and cringed; they were locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I released the tension in both legs and let Darcy spread them apart. I focused on my breathing when he lay down flat on his stomach and had his face at vagina level.
Bare vagina level.
“Omigod,” I mumbled.
Darcy looked up at me and then back to my vagina, where he lightly blew on me.
I hissed. “Darcy.”
He hummed. “You’re clean shaven,” he commented.
I swallowed. “I get waxed.”
Waxing was a personal preference for me. I didn’t like hair anywhere on my body except on my head.
“I like it,” he murmured, then leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against the top of my slit before trailing his tongue down over my tender lips.
My back arched off the bed at the foreign but toe-curling sensation.
“Don’t be scared, baby. You will enjoy this, trust me.”
I did trust him.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded, because words were lost to me.
“Eyes on me. Watch what I do to you.”
I nodded again.
I watched as Darcy hooked his arms under my legs and placed his hands spread out over my hips. I felt the move open my lips and fully spread them apart to reveal the most intimate part of my body. Darcy applied pressure to my hips and held me in place. I didn’t know why, because I wasn’t going to move even if I wanted to – I was frozen.
I widened my eyes when Darcy pushed my legs open further with his shoulders. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his head and snaked his tongue out. He placed his tongue on me and licked from my entrance up to my clit.
Oh, fuck.
I gasped and bucked up against Darcy’s mouth, but the lower half of my body didn’t move, because Darcy had a tight hold of me. I looked to Darcy with hooded eyes when he growled.
“So sweet,” he said, before he put his tongue back on me.
This time it wasn’t one long lick; it was an assault from his tongue on my clit. I wanted to come up off the bed with the incredible new sensations that racked throughout my body. I’d touched myself before and brought myself great pleasure, but Darcy’s tongue was so much better than my fingers.
I reached down and buried my hands in his hair and tugged. He hissed against me and nipped at my clit with his teeth in response to my hair pulling.
I screamed at the unexpected sensation of mixed pain and pleasure and pushed my head back into the mattress of the bed. I looked up at the ceiling and focused on it. I tried to think of anything and everything except what Darcy’s tongue was doing to me and how it made me want to growl in satisfaction. Any chance of distraction failed, because one thing I couldn’t escape from was the feeling of Darcy’s mouth on me, and what his mouth was doing to my body.
I licked my lips and whimpered when sharp shocks of pleasure zinged from my clit. I pushed my pelvis up into Darcy’s face; he responded by sucking my clit into his mouth and gently shaking his head from left to right. I held my breath for a moment, but when the hot pulses of pleasure became too much I tried to crawl up the bed and away from Darcy’s tongue.
“Too much!” I screamed. “Ah, it’s too much!”
Darcy ignored my cries and bore down on my clit and licked and sucked at the bundle of nerves until my hips involuntarily bucked against his face and my back arched. I groaned in pleasure as I fisted the bed sheets in my hands. Fire spread from my clit down my thighs and straight up to my lower stomach, where an explosion of delight took hold of me.
My mouth hung open, my breathing halted, and my eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
I felt Darcy move his mouth away from me, and then he jumped off the bed and moved around to his dresser. I heard him open the dresser and then the faint crinkling sound.
I knew it was a condom packet without opening my eyes.
I was so nervous, but my body still hummed with little aftershocks of pleasure, so I was pretty chill as I lay spread-eagled on Darcy’s bed. I heard a whooshing sound as fabric hit the floor, then a creak as Darcy climbed back onto the bed.
I opened my eyes when he ran his hand up my thighs and moved between them. He reached forward with his hand and touched his thumb against my still very sensitive clit, and I cried out. He chose that moment to line himself up against me; he thrust forward a few times, and each time the head of his cock rubbed against my clit I bucked and groaned.
“Neala,” Darcy whispered.
I opened my eyes, and the moment I made eye contact with Darcy, he thrust forward. I bit my lip with the discomfort. I looked down and even though there was minimal lighting in the room I saw he wasn’t fully inside me.
Oh, Christ.
I looked up to Darcy and released my lip, but the moment he pulled the head of his cock out of me and thrust forward again with a little more force, I squeezed my eyes shut as pain exploded inside me.
I whimpered and fisted the bed sheets in my hand.
Darcy stilled. “Open your eyes, beautiful girl.”
I opened my eyes and was surprised when tears fell from them, then ran down my temples and into my hairline. Darcy leaned down and kissed over my tear streaks, and then brushed his lips over my eyes.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed.
I swallowed my sniffles.
“You’re big,” I replied breathlessly.
Darcy smiled at me for a moment before he leaned down and kissed me. It was during our kiss that he pulled out of me and thrust back inside. He was gentle, but it felt like he was cutting into me, because the walls around him stung with the intrusion. I focused on my breathing, and on Darcy’s kiss. I allowed myself to get lost in him, and when he pulled out of me and thrust forward once more I didn’t feel pain; I felt a little something that was . . . good.
I opened my eyes when Darcy broke our kiss. I looked down at our connected bodies and Darcy’s perfectly crafted stomach was the first thing I saw. I looked lower and swallowed.
He was really inside of me.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed, and made sure not to move a muscle.
Darcy rested on his elbows as he hovered over me.
“Look at me,” he said.
I looked at him, and when my eyes made contact with his I started to relax.
“That’s it baby, relax. You’re okay. Trust me.”
I panted, “I do.”
I really did.
Darcy licked his lips; then he leaned down and kissed me again. I lifted my hands to his biceps, slid my hands up his arms, up his neck, and buried them in his thick hair. I tugged and knotted my fingers in his brown locks and deepened our kiss.
I relaxed my legs and tensed only a little when Darcy slowly pulled out of me and thrust back in. He went slowly and was very gentle – it helped ease the sensation of him stretching me. With each thrust I started to feel little zings of pleasure, and I felt so much better because of it. The pain was gone – I’d got past the worst of it.
Thank God.
Darcy set a slow and steady pace for a few m
inutes as he gently thrust in and out of my body until I moaned. I heard him grunt as he ever so slightly thrust into me harder, and picked up his pace.
I broke the kiss Darcy and I shared when he thrust into my body hard, and a shiver of pure satisfaction rushed around my core.
What was that?
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Darcy pressed his forehead to mine. “Are you hurting?” he asked. “I’ll stop if you are.”
Like hell he’d stop.
“The opposite.” I groaned and tested the waters by pushing my hips down on Darcy, which caused him to moan in pleasure as he fully slid back inside me.
“Jesus, Neala,” he said, and moved his mouth to my cheek, where he bit down.
It didn’t hurt at all – if possible, this was turning me on more than I already was.
Darcy moved his mouth to my neck. He kissed, licked, and sucked on me as he thrust harder into my body.
Each thrust caused a slap as our skin smacked together; the sound rang out in the room, followed by our mixed grunts and moans. My body was on fire, and I boldly asked, “Can I ride you?”
Darcy halted his movements, and it caused my insides to contract with disapproval.
“You want to be on top?” he asked.
I nodded.
I screeched when he gripped onto my waist, rolled his body under mine, and pulled me on top of him. I gasped when I sat upright and looked down. I was straddling Darcy, and he was still inside me.
“How the hell did you do that?” I asked in shock.
Darcy didn’t reply; instead, he placed his hands on my waist and rolled his hips upwards, causing my eyes to drift shut. I opened my eyes, then placed my hands on his and looked at him for direction.
“Up and down, baby,” Darcy encouraged, and hissed when I did as he asked. He bucked his hips upwards when I sank down on him and growled, “Just like that.”
I repeated the action of moving up and down until I fell into a slow and steady rhythmic bounce. Each thrust Darcy made as I sank down on him was toe curling. I leaned my head back and arched my back when my inner muscles contracted around him.