I am nervous and aroused and shy all at once. When Weston’s eyes are on me, it is the most intense thing in the world. He looks hungry, and my body is his meal.

He decides the bedroom is the most appropriate place for us to go. “I need space to take over your body,” he says. He has me walk up the stairs in front of him—totally naked—and guides me into his bedroom.

“Get on the bed,” he says, “and show me your body.”

He stands on the edge of the bed and slowly unknots his tie. I lay on my back.

He puts his hands in his pockets and observes me. He instructs me to bend my knees—“I want your heels touching your ass”—and spread my legs before him. I do as he says, hoping I look okay.

“Now touch yourself,” he says. I move my hand to my breast. “No. Your pussy. Touch your wet pussy, Mia.”

I slowly move my hand between my legs, my finger sliding up and down on my folds. It’s not something I really ever do, but I remember what his fingers feel like, and his tongue. That’s enough to make me try harder—and Weston seems to like what he sees. “Keep going,” he says as he unbuttons his shirt. I still have not seen him fully naked, and the thought of that has me feeling more eager than a kid at Christmas. Our eyes are on each other’s bodies, and when he shucks the shirt to the ground and his bare chest is on display, my body reacts. My fingers move faster, and I am wetter.

He removes his pants, leaving his boxer briefs on but clearly showing me that he is hard and horny and wanting me. I curl my hips up into my hand more.

Weston crawls up on the bed and stations himself between my knees. He covers my hand with his. “This pussy is mine tonight. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“I will do to it what I please. You will like it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

He inserts a finger inside me, and I let out a soft moan. He quickly adds a second finger, surprising me, especially when he quickly pumps me. He removes his fingers and roughly wipes them across my lips. “You like that taste, don’t you?” He clasps my face in his wet hand and licks my lips without ever kissing me.

Weston moves back down between my legs, and the anticipation of him eating me is almost too much. My hips are moving up closer to him, wanting him to do it already, give me that need that I clearly want so bad. He pushes my knees open so I’m fully spread before him and licks the length of me, long and hard. He eats my pussy with gusto and soon I’m bucking my hips into his face because I want it so much, and I want more and more.

But then he stops, just before I think I’m going to come. He wipes his mouth and says, “You need to slow down, young lady.” His hands rub the tops of my thighs. “You’re too eager. We have all night. Turn on your stomach.”

I want to cry for the need I want so bad, forgetting any intimidation I felt. Still, I do as he says.

“Ass in the air, facing me,” he says and yeah, now I’m really self-conscious. He slaps my ass, a hollow pop that stings in a way I never knew could feel so good. “Do as I say or you get spanked again.” I purposely don’t move, and he rewards me with another pop. Then I push myself up on my knees. “Spread,” he says, pushing my knees. “More,” and I do as he says. He pushes my chest down, and I am exposed in a way I never imagined. I can’t see him, but I can feel him.

Weston runs his hand over my back and ass, down my thighs and up the innermost parts of my thighs. Like before—no warning, and roughly—he inserts two fingers in my pussy, making me yelp in glory. With his other hand he holds me firm, and I know he wants me to stay still—a Herculean effort. He pumps me several times and the new, extreme position he has my body in makes the sensation even more intense. When he removes his fingers I know not to be upset for missing the touch, because I know he’s going to give me more. And God, does he.

His tongue licks me, from the front of my pussy all the way up, even over my asshole. I’ve never felt that and my instinct is to move away but when I shift Weston says, “No,” and smacks my ass again. “I will take what I want. Understood?”

“Yes,” I say because honestly, he can have it as long as it feels this good.

He licks me again, his tongue pressing into my wetness, raking up my pussy hole and to my tight little bud. His tongue plays there for a bit, putting pressure on me, dancing on the edge of going in. I’m moaning and crying and he inserts his fingers into my pussy again, giving me even more pleasure. He finger fucks my pussy while he licks my hole. Just as suddenly, he shifts again and it’s just his mouth and my pussy. His face must be positively buried in my cunt, shoved up under me to get to my clit, which his tongue works over before it fucks my cunt hole. Weston eats me out like he’s never had anything as delectable in his life and I have to work hard not to shove my ass harder onto his face as he licks my walls and fingers my clit.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him, and he doubles his efforts, licking and fingering me until I explode on his face and hand. He slows his efforts, and when he moves back from me my hips fall to the side like a building collapsing.

As my world spins and I try to catch my breath, Weston moves over my body, his hands on my skin. When his mouth covers my tit, I gasp and grab onto his head, my fingers digging into his thick hair and pull him closer. Without missing a beat he moves my hands away from him, pining me to the bed while he sucks at my tits, dragging his tongue across the hard nubs, sucking them between his teeth.

“Jesus,” I moan out. I haven’t even recovered and he’s already got me on fire again. He covers my body with his, his hard dick pressing into my soaked pussy. He kisses slowly, his tongue going deep inside my mouth like he needs to taste all of me. I open up for him as much as I can, wrapping my arm around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. This time he lets me, and I’m scraping and clawing at him with as much need as he’s showing me.

“Need you,” he says, kissing my neck, squeezing my tits. “God, you’re beautiful.” He pushes his covered dick back into me. “I want you. Mia, I want you.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, yes.”

“I’m going to take you.”

“Yes,” I say, my fingernails digging into his back.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Y-yes,” I say, but my eyes have opened, and I’m trying to clear my head. My body has a mind of its own, and with Weston’s deft hands and tongue and mouth, all I’ve felt is want. I may be writhing around like an experienced woman, but I’m nothing more than a virgin.

Weston sits back and looks down at me, moving his hand over the thin fabric covering his dick. Just before his hand moves inside, I stop him.

“Wait,” I say, feeling ridiculous. After all we’ve already done together... “I just…I’ve never…I haven’t…”

“You’re a virgin.” It’s a statement, not a question.

I nod yes. This man is going to run for the freaking hills. He needs a woman who knows what she’s doing, not someone who is basically being touched for the first time.

His eyes are soft, and he slowly rubs my thigh. “Are you scared?”

“No,” I say. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

He leans over me, brushing back my hair. He traces my face, and when he speaks he’s looking at me so deeply I feel like he can see my soul. “You could never disappointment me. You keep surprising me, Mia. Don’t you know how sexy you are?”

I turn my face to the side, embarrassed. He turns me back to look at him. “You are incredibly sexy. I want to have you.” He kisses my lips. “It’s okay.”

“Okay,” I say, because I know he will be good—and gentle. I just don’t know if I’ll want him to be too gentle.