Spider

I was dreaming. That had to be it. Nothing this amazing, this perfect, happened to me in real life.

If I was dreaming that meant that I could do what I had been aching to do from practically the moment I had laid eyes on the beautiful female standing in front of me right now. My eyes didn’t seem to want to leave her body, skimming over her from head to toe in her virginal-colored nightgown that barely covered anything. But it was her perfect tits that I found myself going back to over and over again. Those dusky pink nipples looked ripe and ready for my mouth. I wondered how she would taste. Like the fresh berries I smelled on her skin from time to time? Or would she have her own special taste? Would it be addictive? Would I survive the withdrawals if I did become addicted?

My heart was beating hard, my lungs aching from how fast I was breathing. My dick was throbbing to the beat of my pulse and the tip was damp with the proof of how much I wanted the female standing before me. I’d tried to be strong. Tried to keep my hands, lips… tongue off of her. But whether this really was a dream or not I wasn’t going to be able to stay strong for another second.

Muttering a curse under my breath, I reached for her and lifted her into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist after only the slightest of hesitations and her arms clung to my shoulders as I buried my face in her chest. She smelled clean, fresh, sweet. Not like the sheep that had been in the bar tonight as Bash and I had hung out, trying to sniff out the rat. Her skin was warm under my lips as I kissed across her collarbone and down between her breasts. Not like the cold flesh that I had carried over my shoulder as Bash helped me bury the body we had tortured for two hours before getting the information we needed.

I shuddered in revulsion at myself. How could I go from burying a man just an hour ago to having this angel in my arms now? Yeah, this had to be a dream. One I desperately needed. Trembling fingers traced over my bare scalp and I groaned at how fucking good her touch felt. I’d gotten blood in my hair tonight and hadn’t been able to get it out even after showering twice. So I’d picked up my trimmer and started shaving. Even then I’d felt like I had that fucker’s blood on me and shaved it smooth before scrubbing my head until my skin ached.

It wasn’t lost on me how insane this job was making me, and it was all because of Willa. Every night I felt more and more unworthy of her. With each beating I helped Bash dish out, with each kill that we had to make, I felt my chance of being with her slipping through my fingers. I was a killer. A monster. How could she stomach me?

Warm, damp lips brushed over my ear and all thoughts of how unworthy I was vanished as my need for her ignited into an inferno that was soul consuming. “I want you, James,” she whispered. The use of my real name made me shudder and I tightened my hold on her. No one ever called me James anymore. Not even my own mother. On Willa’s lips? Nothing had ever sounded sweeter. “Make love to me.”

With a growl full of all my pent up need I dropped down onto the bed behind me with her still in my arms. She straddled my lap, her damp panties rubbing against my hard as steel dick. She made a whimpering sound at the intimate contact, her teeth sinking into my neck roughly. My hold on her ass tightened, spreading her thighs wider as I worked her back and forward against me.

Her tits raked across my chest, her long hair caressing my overheated skin. Her moans filled my room and I wondered for a fleeting moment if the door was locked. But then her nails scraped across my scalp and all thoughts were lost except for how much I wanted her. I grabbed the end of the nightgown and ripped until the material fell away, leaving her in only a pair of little white panties that reminded me how innocent my female was.

Panting, I cupped her damp mound through her panties. So hot, so wet. Two more rips and she was completely naked in my arms. Grasping her arms I pulled her back until I could see all of her. Shit. Oh, shit. I had never set eyes on a more perfect pair of tits. Large enough to fill my big hands with tight tipped nipples the color and size of cherries. I pulled one into my mouth, sucking until she cried out with pleasure. She tasted of honey, sweet and sinful. Releasing her nipple with a smacking pop I turned and took her other nipple deep into my mouth, wanting to give it equal attention.

My hands couldn’t remain still. My left hand tortured her free nipple, pinching and tugging while she threw her head back. Her hands held onto my head, keeping me firmly against her as I sucked harder. My right hand trailed lower, spreading the lips of her pussy and discovering the desire-hardened nub of her clit. She jerked at the first touch of my thumb over her swollen flesh.

“James…” She sobbed my name as a gush of her liquid desire flooded ever my fingers. Damn, she smelled good. Pulling back from her breast, I sucked her essence off my drenched fingers, groaning as her taste burst on my tongue. There was nothing sweeter than the taste of her pussy.

Willa grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my lips. Her gray eyes had darkened to gun metal with desire. “Kiss me,” she commanded. “I’ve been slowly going crazy wondering what it will feel like for you to kiss me.”

I had been avoiding her lips at all costs. I still wasn’t completely sure if this was a dream induced by all the pent up need I had for Willa or if it was real. As good as she felt right now, the heat from her pussy scalding on the head of my dick, told me that it was real. But I was still skeptical. My brain had been known to play cruel jokes on me. If I kissed her, something I had only done with very few women even if I had fucked more than my fair share, I would know if this was real or just a very wet dream.

When she saw the hesitation in my eyes some of the desire in hers lifted. “Don’t…” She bit her full bottom lip that she wanted me to kiss so badly and looked away. “Don’t you want to kiss me, James?”

I grasped her hair with both hands, tightening until her head was pulled back and I forced her to meet my eyes. “Why are you calling me James?” I demanded quietly.

Pink filled her cheeks, spreading down her neck and across her chest. So. Damn. Sexy. My dick jumped in reaction to how much I liked her blush, skimming across her wet folds. We both hissed at the contact but I wasn’t about to let my dick take over right this second. “Willa?” I urged, needing to know the answer.

“I’ll stop if you want me to…”

I shook my head. “I didn’t say I don’t like it, Willa. I just want to know why.”

“Because I can’t make love with you and call you Spider. It just feels wrong to me. I love your real name.” Willa sighed. “It’s okay, Spider. I won’t call you James again… and… And you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to.”

Cursing under my breath I pulled her in close. The heat from her mouth was nearly as hot as that from her pussy. It felt like it would blister my lips. The scent of minty toothpaste and sweet nectar filled my nose right before I devoured her mouth. Her nails bit into my triceps as she held on. I had suspected that Willa was a virgin from day one with the way she turned pink at just the sight of me without a shirt on most days, but she was no novice when it came to kissing. Jealousy washed over me like an acid bath. I wanted to kill every fucker who had ever had his lips on my female. The kiss became more aggressive as my blood boiled with a mixture of need and rage. Shit, I’d never been jealous a day in my life.

Willa moaned and pulled back just enough to suck in a few deep breaths. “Are you mad at me?” Her lips were swollen, maybe even bruised. I wasn’t sorry, though. It was proof that she was mine.

“How many guys have you kissed?” I demanded, my voice rough with the mixture of emotions racing through me, making my tone almost harsh.

“Two,” she answered without flinching. Her chin came up, not backing down from me. In those eyes—those freaking storm cloud gray eyes that I suddenly realized I loved—I saw the amusement. She thought it was funny that I was jealous?

“You are to never speak to them again.” I was such a barbarian.

“Cave man.” She laughed when I just continued to glare at her. “I haven’t spoken to either guy since the night I made out with them. The only guy who I want near my lips right now is you.” She lowered my head and softly brushed her lips over mine. “Now kiss me right or don’t kiss me at all.”

There was no way I could keep from kiss her now. There was something in the way her mouth tasted—something drug-like that had invaded my body and was twisting me up inside. One kiss and I was a goner. There was no longer any doubt as to whether this was a dream or reality. Reality was so much better. Sweeter. Hotter.

She consumed me with her kiss, making me mindless. I flipped her onto her back, our legs half on and half off the bed. Her thighs opened and my dick, as if knowing that he belonged there, pushed into her opening. Her whimper had me rocking forward until the head was completely in.

So. Tight.

My eyes nearly rolled back at how tight she was. Squeezing the tip of my dick like a silky, wet vice. Gritting my teeth to keep from yelling out from the ecstasy of it, I looked down at her to see if she was okay. I wasn’t in far enough to have breached her virginity yet, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be hurting her.

There was no sign of pain on her face when she smiled up at me. For a second I was struck dumb by the sheer beauty of the female lying under me. All of that long, glossy dark hair spread like a fan over the sheets. Her breasts lifting and jiggling with each panted breath she took. Her eyes a gun metal color once more from the suppressed desire banked in their depths. Lips swollen from my kisses.

Mine.

“You feel so good, Spider.” She arched her hips just a little and I pushed in just a little more.

“James,” I corrected her and thrust deep.

I saw the pain flash across her face. Her lips puckered, her forehead wrinkled, and her eyes filled instantly with tears. Her chin started to tremble and I was lost. I couldn’t handle the sight of her about to cry. She was so small and I was not the average man in the dick department. Lowering my head I brushed my lips over her damp eyes, whispering to her how sorry I was for hurting her. I should have prepared her better. Should have done a million things differently. I’d never been with a virgin until now. This was just as new to me as it was to her.

Willa didn’t speak and I tried not to move until she was able to handle me without pain. To distract her—and myself—I let my hands wonder over her body while I continued to kiss her face. “Don’t hate me.”

She gasped as I cupped her full breasts in my hands, her hardened nipples scraping over the palms of my hands. “It’s not your fault,” she murmured. “I was a virgin. I knew it was going to hurt.”

Trailing soft, biting kisses down her neck, I felt her growing damper around my dick still buried balls deep inside of her. It took every ounce of strength I had not to move, to not start thrusting my way to heaven. I kissed across her collarbone and down her left breast. Teasing the nipple with my tongue, I was rewarded with her pussy walls clenching around me. Sucking it deep into my mouth, she whimpered and her long nails scraped down my back, breaking skin.

“Touch me…”

The hesitant command made me grin against her flesh. Pulling back I pushed my hand between us and flicked my thumb over her clit. The quiver of her inner walls made my balls tighten. Shit. I wasn’t going to last long if she kept that up.

“J-J-James-s-s,” she cried. I buried my face in her chest, kissing and nibbling while I continued to rub in tight little circles at her clit. I didn’t move, didn’t even try. There was no need. The way her tight pussy was contracting around me was getting me there faster than anything I had ever done before.

Willa traced her nails over my bald head, making me growl with pleasure. If I’d known it would feel this good to have a female’s hands on my bare head I would have shaved it long before now.

“Is it supposed…to feel this good…after hurting…so damn bad?” she asked, panting harder as I increased the suction on her nipple. “Fuck! That feels good.”

Her question barely registered and I couldn’t have answered it even if I had the sense to understand it. Honestly, I couldn’t remember sex ever feeling this good. It had only ever been about the release that came with sex, not the way it made me feel during it. In the past it was about blowing off steam so that I didn’t knock someone’s head off, so this really was new territory for me. I wasn’t racing to get off, instead I was making sure that this felt just as ground-shaking good for her as it did for me.

Her body started to tense and I knew she was close. I raised my head and sealed our lips to drown out the scream that I could feel already beginning to build deep inside of her. Her entire body clenched and it was like having a velvet glove grip my dick and not let go. I rocked back, away from the heat and nearly painful grip of her pussy only to slam back into her again and again while my fingers continued to rub her clit, working her orgasm out. Two more thrusts inside of that tight paradise and I was pushing my own shout of release into her mouth.