My eyes rolled back in my head as an explosion of sensation rocketed up from my pussy. Michael had teased me into a frenzy but now the tease was over. His mouth was hot and his tongue was as nimble as it was wicked. I used to think that nothing on earth could feel better than a vibrator. I was wrong. So wrong.

He licked from my entrance to my clit in several long strokes and I couldn’t stop the moans that welled up inside me. His mouth was electric and I jumped at every touch. His hands were spread along my inner thigh, spreading me so that I was wide open to him.

When he licked up and seized on my clit, I thought I might come off the bed. And then, right when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt a hard nub of hot metal teasing at my skin.

“Michael!” I gasped as his tongue piercing rake against my clit.

He moved his hands beneath my thighs and pushed my legs so they wrapped around his head. Then his hands snaked up my stomach and gripped my breasts. He groaned into my pussy and my hips rose up even higher, my ass off the bed as he licked and sucked at my most tender spots.

My stomach was already drawn tight as a piano wire when he pinched my nipples hard.

“Oh my god, Michael.” It came out in a garble, matching the thoughts that swirled in my head.

When he stabbed his tongue deep into me, any last thought disappeared. I was nothing more than a burning pyre of need. The sensation was foreign but more delicious than anything I’d ever felt.

He moved back to my clit, sucking it between his teeth and rubbing the stud in his tongue over it. I rocked my hips against his mouth, my need overcoming any embarrassment at what I was doing. I had to come. I had to.

“Mmm,” he said against me as I rocked harder and harder.

He gripped each breast hard and ran his thumb over my nipples, sending tiny explosions through me and making my pussy tighten. I was close, so close, and when I looked down and saw his eyes fixed on mine, I was gone.

I came on a scream, his name all I could think as my body seized and he kept licking me. My pussy convulsed in the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of bliss washed over me as the pleasurable waves multiplied until I was awash in a sea of indulgence. He never stopped licking, his groans vibrating into me as I arched off the bed. As I came back down, I relaxed my legs and gulped in huge breaths of air.

He gave me a few more licks, each one sending a tremor through my hypersensitive body. Then he stood and pushed his shorts off. His cock was so thick that I swallowed hard. But, god, he was gorgeous. His wide chest tapered to washboard abs, a trim waist, and that perfect length.

“This is yours, Jess.” He gripped himself as he held my gaze. “All of this.” He pumped slowly, his hand sliding along the skin where I wanted my mouth to be. “Is yours.”

I raised up on my elbows, my legs still spread, my body completely open to him. I was ready. “I want it. Give it to me.” Was that my raspy sex voice demanding his cock?

His eyes lit at my words and climbed on top of me, kissing up my stomach and between my breasts to my mouth. He licked across my lips and I opened for him as our mouths met. I tasted myself on him and felt his shaft against my hot, wet skin.

Right at that moment, I realized I may have asked for more than I could handle. His cock was so hard and big that I wondered how it would ever fit inside me. He swiped his tongue over mine and tangled his fingers in my hair before pulling my head back onto the bed. His lips moved to my neck where he sucked my skin between his teeth and nipped at me.

I dug my nails into his back and exhaled hard. He laughed against my skin and kissed to my ear. “I know you want my cock.”

I moaned as he pinned my earlobe between his teeth.

“I know you want it deep inside you. Do you want me to come in you? I already know the answer.” He thrust his hips against me, his head rubbing sinfully against my clit. “You want it all, don’t you? I bet you can’t wait for me to fill every hole you’ve got. My little virgin slut.”

His words should have angered me, should have had me questioning him. They had the opposite effect. Dirty talk turned me the fuck on. I melted beneath him, my fear draining away as desire roared up into its place. I wanted everything he offered.

“That’s what I thought.” He gripped my throat and licked up my ear. “I know you want it hard. I know you want me to make it hurt.”

“Yes.” I moaned as he squeezed my neck. He read my thoughts, my deepest needs, my darkest wants.

“Spread wide for me.” He released my neck and put both hands next to my head, pushing up and away from me.

I did as he said, letting my legs fall wide, my knees bent. The ink on his chest was stark, and I was overcome with the urge to lick every line, every bit of residual pain it took to mark his skin so beautifully. His gaze trailed down my body to my quivering pussy.

“Fuck.” His jaw tightened and he moved his hips back and forth, his slick head teasing my clit until I was moving with him. My strokes meeting his and increasing the buzz between my legs.

“I’m going to try to go slow.” He shook his head. “I will go slow. For your first time.” He looked back to my eyes. “But after this, after I’ve finally sank balls deep inside you, I can’t make any more gentle promises. Understand?”

My body thrilled at his threat. “Yes.”

His face softened. “It’s going to hurt at first, but then I promise I’ll make it all better. Trust me?”

I took a deep breath. This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for, the man I’d been lusting for.

I met his gaze. “Take me.”

He closed his eyes as if he’d just heard some enticing music. Then he slid his hips back and let the head of his cock fall to my entrance. He looked down to where our bodies touched and pressed forward.

Pressure and then nothing. He stopped.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Jess.” His biceps trembled as he held himself over me.

“More,” I breathed. I wanted to be filled.

He moved into me, stretching me, then he pulled back and pushed in further. A slight pinch and then just the amazing feel of him.

“You okay?” His voice was gruff but controlled.

“Yes. More.”

He gritted his teeth, then backed out again and pushed deeper. It stung but I found myself clawing at his shoulders.

“All of it, please. I need it.”

At my words he pulled back again and surged forward. I yelped at the sharp ache and then moaned as he settled down on top of me.

“Shit, Jess.” His voice was gravelly.

He stilled as my body adjusted to him, to his thick length.

“Still okay?”

“Don’t stop.” I was desperate for more. I’d finally crossed the threshold. Now it was time to explore.

“I have to go slow.” His voice was a mix of pleasure and pain as he looked into my eyes.

“Please, give it to me.” I moved my hips against his, getting a taste for the friction that had my body spiraling even higher.

He groaned and buried his head in the crook of my neck. “I want to pin your knees at your ears and fuck you until you scream. But I can’t. Not this time.”

“This time. Every time. I’m begging you.” I clutched his hair and arched my back.

Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in. Then he did it again, faster.

“Yes.” My breasts rubbed against him as he rocked into me, my nipples aching for his touch.

He bit my shoulder and started a slow rhythm, giving me just enough to stoke the fire without sending me up in flames. He ground against my clit on each stroke as I met him. I didn’t know it would feel like this. He was all around me, inside me, ingrained in every cell of my body.

He took my mouth, his tongue stabbing into me in the same rhythm as his cock. I angled my head so he could go even deeper. He growled and sped his pace, finally giving in to what he wanted instead of fearing hurting me. Yes.

I lifted my hips, relishing every second of wet contact. He pistoned into me again and again, each pump harder than the last, until the sounds of skin on skin ricocheted around the room. Our bodies, slick with sweat, slid against each other as he broke our kiss and fisted my hair, pulling my head to the side.

His teeth in my neck had my body tightening even more, my pussy clenching him even deeper inside me. His movements grew wilder, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. So much delicious friction made the pleasure pool between my legs.

“I’m close, Michael.”

“Fucking hell.” He shoved into me harder, the headboard banging against the wall. “Come on my cock. I want to feel every last jolt in your sweet pussy.”

He bit down harder at my throat. I angled my hips up to him so every thrust hit my clit. I was already there. I clenched and my muscles seized as my pussy writhed around his cock, squeezing and caressing him as I came on a wave of sweet release.

He grunted, deep and masculine, and he pushed as far as he could go.

“Oh, fuck Jess. Fuck.” His words were muffled against my neck, but I felt his cock kicking inside me.

The thought of him coming kept my orgasm rolling, like a never-ending wave on the shore. I didn’t realize I’d been saying his name like a chant until I came back down. I stopped my mouth, though my heart galloped ahead, beating out of my chest.

It was over. Michael had taken my virginity.