Reiner’s complete focus was on Jada. Her moans drove him crazy. He left a hot trail of kisses along her jawline as he made his way to her neck. Her shirt had been driving him crazy all day. That bare shoulder of hers was downright sexy. He had ached to run his tongue along the creamy bronze skin since the moment he’d laid eyes on her this morning.
He reached down and snagged the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Yes,” she hissed. He lowered his head and nipped her breast through her bra.
He caught sight of the clasp nestled between her large mounds.
“Are you sure, Jada?” he asked, pausing his finger at the clasp.
“I’m sure,” she whispered, her eyes locking on him.
He slowly opened the clasp, mesmerized by the sight of her bountiful breasts as he peeled her bra back. Her dark areolas called to him. He swooped down and took one of the beaded nipples in between his lips.
He took his fill of her breasts in his mouth and other hand, causing his cock to strain against his jeans. The feel of her fingers in his hair produced a rumble deep within his chest. He trailed his tongue over to the other breast, wanting to get a taste of that one, too. Her small gasp drove him to nip her breast before soothing it with his tongue.
“Reiner,” she moaned.
“I’m here, baby,” he assured her, trailing hot kisses down her soft belly. He smiled, taking notice of her small navel ring. He hadn’t been attracted to them before, but on Jada it was perfect. He loved the softness of her body. It drove him crazy. He preferred a woman with curves any day over the stick-figured women who constantly threw themselves at him.
He sat back and hooked his fingers beneath her jeans and slowly dragged them from her. Her small scrap of panties that covered her was fairly useless. He could see her mons through the sheer material.
Jada’s legs spread for him when he reached a hand to caress her panty-clad pussy. He laid a gentle kiss above her panty line. His cock jumped from the way that she responded to him. Everything was genuine about Jada. Her smile, her laugh, and even her throaty moans of ecstasy. He craved more. He wanted to be the one to cause her to scream and fall apart in his arms.
“Stop teasing me,” she groaned, thrusting her hips toward his hand.
“Don’t rush me,” he chuckled. He grasped the tiny barrier and pulled her panties free from her, tossing them over his shoulder. He was going to be taking his time with her. He didn’t want the first time between them to be rushed. He lowered himself between her legs, putting him at eye level with her glistening pussy lips. “We have all day.”
She was beautiful. Her brown lips were coated with her juices as they waited for him to part them open. He knew once he spread her swollen labia that he would find her delicious pinkness ready for him.
He leaned forward and swiped his tongue along the length of her. Her body arched from the ground. He reached up and pushed her back down so he could take his fill of her. Her taste exploded on his tongue. It was one that he could only describe as Jada.
Her moans, gasps, and his name on her lips made him to lose his control while he feasted upon her. He was unmerciful on her, taking it all in. His tongue found its way to her buried nub of flesh. Her fingers found their way back to his hair. He loved the feel of her pulling his hair.
He reached up and inserted a finger inside her tight sheath. He swore at how tight she gripped his finger. He latched on to her clit as her body shook.
He wanted her to fall apart.
“Reiner,” she called, her body trembling.
“I’m here,” he growled, inserting another finger to stretch her.
Her body was responding to his assault on her pussy. She arched her hips to him, thrusting herself farther in his mouth. He loved how she rode his face. His fingers and mouth were coated with proof that her body was preparing itself for him. He continued to thrust his fingers while he concentrated on her swollen flesh.
“Oh, God.” He could feel her muscles tightened.
She cried out as she reached her orgasm. He refused to let up on her so he continued to suck on her clit. Her legs shook, and she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her body collapsed on the ground, with her chest rising and falling fast. He sat up and leaned back on his hunches, taking in the beautiful sight of her nakedness spread out on his blanket with the evidence of her release displayed on her inner thighs.
He snatched his shirt from his body, unable to take his eyes off her. Her eyes finally opened as he kicked his shoes and discarded his jeans and underwear. He was unashamed of his cock that sprang free. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He covered her body with his, letting loose a deep growl.
He pressed a hard kiss to her lips and settled in the valley of her thighs. His cock brushed against her soaked core. He shifted and spread her labia with the blunt tip of his cock, coating the tip with her wetness.
“Reiner,” she gasped, pulling her head back from him.
He nipped her jaw as he continued to rub himself along her soaked entrance.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?” He ran his tongue along the side of her neck. He wanted to slam his cock home but knew that she was tiny and he’d have to ease into her at first. He was lost to her body, wanting to commit every facet of her to his memory. Her brown skin called to him. He loved the look of his lighter-toned hand running along her hip as he guided her legs open wider.
“I’m a virgin.”
Her words were whispered, but he heard them. He paused, his heart slamming into his chest.
He pulled back, his breaths coming hard and fast. He stared into her eyes and saw the uncertainty in them.
“What?” he asked, not sure if he’d truly heard her.
“I’m a virgin,” she repeated, worry etched on her face.
He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers. In all of his years, he had never de-flowered any woman. Most of the groupies or women he’d been in relationships with did not come to the table innocent.
“Please. I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to stop,” he replied. He knew it didn’t change that the fact that he wanted her. But the thought that he was the first made his heart do a dance. The alpha male in him was pleased that no one else had come before him.
“Do it, Reiner. Make me yours,” she whispered. Her eyes pleaded with him as she gripped his head. She pulled him down to her, their lips meeting. “Take me, Reiner.”
A growl tore from his chest, and he pushed his cock between her slick folds. He reined in the animalistic need to pound into her.
Be gentle, he tried to remind himself. Make it good for her.
He let loose a hiss and pushed forward. Her walls gripped him tightly. He encountered her barrier and paused to look at her. Her attention was on him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Reiner,” she groaned.
He kissed her hard at the same time he thrust forward, breaking her barrier. He caught the sound of her cry with a kiss. He settled within her, balls deep. He fought for control, thoroughly kissing her to allow her to get acclimated to his size and the fact that he was buried fully in her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling back. This was virgin territory for him. He’d never been anyone’s first. He wanted to make it perfect for her, satisfy her to where she would never want another.
He paused, thinking about that last notion.
Could he see himself with Jada forever?
Images of them floated around in his mind, and he liked the possibility.
“Yes.” She nodded, running her hands down his back to the curve of his ass. “The pain is gone. Take me.”
Her demand was all he needed.
His body went into autopilot as he pulled back and thrust deep within her. Her pussy gripped him tightly every time he plunged within her core.
“Jada,” he groaned.
She rocked her hips to meet his, digging her nails into his back.
He couldn’t think of anything else but the feel of her wrapped around his length while he thrust home. He gripped her thighs and sat back slightly. The new position gave him a better angle. He was able to watch her breasts sway with each thrust. He reached up to cup her soft mounds and continued to sink deep within her.
“Oh, God. Reiner,” she cried out. She threw her head back in ecstasy.
“Look at me,” he demanded, turning her head so her eyes could meet his. She focused her brown eyes on him, and he became lost in them. “You belong to me.”
He didn’t know where this possessiveness came from. He’d never been possessive before, but with Jada he wanted to go caveman on her.
He wanted her for himself.
He wanted to possess her.
Make her his.
“Yes,” she hissed, pulling his head to her. Her lips coaxed his in a deep kiss, her tongue drawing him closer, making his body cover hers totally. Her plump breast pushed against him, and he hooked his hand beneath her knees and brought her legs up higher on his waist.
“I want you to come again,” he growled, feeling the familiar sensation in his balls when they drew up tight. His release was on the horizon, and he wanted her to join him. He slid a finger down her belly, aiming for her little bundle of nerves that he was sure were still ultra-sensitive.
“I’m close,” she gasped.
His fingers found her slick nub.
He strummed it while he quickened his pace, nearing the edge of his release.
“Come for me, Jada. Baby. Come again,” he demanded, pinching her clitoris.
She cried out, her legs and arms tightening around him as he roared his release. He thrust deep once last time, pouring himself into her.