Isabelle

I may not have a clue as to what I was doing, but it didn’t matter when I was running on pure need, pent up for far too long. And I may be shy, but my mind was made up and I knew what I wanted. So when he took my hand and pulled me onto his lap, leaving me to straddle his thighs, I was happy he was taking over, desperate for a bit of relief and loving the pressure of his cock as it pressed against my aching clit.

“There we go.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him so that my hips rode along his hard length, which was impossible to ignore. And when he kissed me, first just a whisper of his lips over mine, teasing me mercilessly before his kiss deepened, I couldn’t keep my hips from rocking against him, looking to ease a bit of my desperation.

His tongue danced over mine as I bit back a whimper of need, slipping my hands around his neck, kissing him with complete abandon. I lost myself in the moment, and forgot to feel self-conscious about my lack of experience, because at least one thing was clear—Slater wanted me, if I based my assumption on how hard his cock felt as it pressed against my pussy.

I didn’t know if it was all my pent-up need or if it was that Slater was damn sexy, but one thing was sure: each time he touched me, each time he kissed me, stoked a fire deep inside me and set my body alight with desire. And when his hands drifted from my hips along my waist to skim the underside of my breasts, I couldn’t keep silent, my needy moans escaping in the heat of our kiss.

He teased me, his thumbs running back and forth under the curve of my breasts, drifting up occasionally to torment my nipples, until I could take no more, though I was damned if I could find my voice to ask from him what I needed. I just hoped he was a damn good mind-reader, since I was already on the verge of coming as my hips rocked against his cock.

Yet I was convinced that this was all part of his plan…to get me all wound up and desperate for him so that I would be begging him to fuck me—which I would happily do if it meant getting a bit of relief and finally losing my virginal status.

“Come on, love...” His kisses slowed as he spoke, leaving me to groan in protest. “I want you naked on the bed so I can ravage you properly.”

I didn’t know how he managed it while holding onto me, but he got us up off the sofa, my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms around his neck, as I kissed him while he carried me to my bedroom. My heart was pounding with anticipation and my head was spinning with my insecurities and doubts, as I thought of all the ways I could screw this up.

Yet I trusted Slater. And I knew he’d be understanding and would help me get through this.

Letting my legs slip to the ground, I stood there before him, trying to slow my racing heart as he kissed me, his head bent to mine.

“Just relax, Izzy…I’m going to take good care of you.”

With a brush of his lips over mine in a teasing kiss, his hands trailed down my waist to the bottom of my sweater and slipped up against my skin, his fingers just a little rough but his touch warm and gentle. His thumbs skimmed over my hard nipples, the delicate lace covering them doing little to hinder the sensation as he teased me, my back arching as my body begged for more. But then his hands continued their journey upwards, pulling off my sweater, before tossing it aside on a nearby chair.

“Fucking hell, Izzy…you’re gorgeous.”

His words had me blushing, but I decided that now was not the time to be shy, when I needed to be brave.

This was what I wanted, more than anything. There was no point in sabotaging myself emotionally, which was exactly what would happen if I started to overthink this. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I reached behind my back and undid my bra, tossing it aside, before I shimmied out of my jeans and panties, so that I now stood there naked as Slater took me in, his gaze intense.

“Simply stunning.” He yanked his t-shirt up over his head and then got rid of his jeans and his boxers, so that by the time he was naked, it was clear that I may be in well over my head.

He was built, his muscles cut as if sculpted from stone, with tattooed arms and washboard abs that led to his massive, hard cock. All I could do was stare. But before I could panic, he closed the distance between us, his mouth catching mine in a passionate kiss as he backed me up to the bed and lowered us onto the mattress.

I loved the feel of his muscular body on mine, the solid weight of him as he nestled himself between my legs and trailed kisses down my neck to suck on my nipples, making me gasp, my back arching and my hips rocking against him in search of relief. But as his kisses slipped lower over the curves of my belly, I started to realize just where this was going. My mind raced with a million insecurities, but as he gently pushed my legs apart and ran his tongue over my clit, my racing thoughts vanished on a wave of need and pleasure.

I let my legs fall to the side, leaving me open to him, my hips tilting up, begging him for more. His stiff, wet tongue parted my folds and flicked at my clit before he sucked on it, making me crazy and desperate as the energy of my orgasm started to build.

This just felt so different than anything I’d experienced before.

Of course, I’d had orgasms before, despite never having been with a man. But this was nothing like getting myself off. Not even close. And one thing was clear. I wanted more.

I sank my fingers into his thick, dark hair, pulling him to me and urging him on as he continued to suck and tease my clit, now slipping a finger against my wet pussy and sliding it deep inside me. The sensation of being filled was nearly enough to push me over the edge, especially when he slowly started to thrust into me, curling his fingers to hit a spot that had me murmuring his name like a mantra, until I could take no more, the energy inside me breaking free as I cried out, my body quivering as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

Trailing kisses over the curves of my belly, he looked up at me, looking happy with himself. “Are you still sure you want to go through with this?”

He had to be kidding.

“Don’t you dare back out on me now, Slater.”