Carter
I deserved a gold medal. My cock was so hard it was going to rip through the fabric of my pants. I'd had my finger inside Emma. Felt her hot and tight little pussy, felt her fucking hymen and knew it was all mine. She'd all but creamed over my hand as I made her come. The surprise and passion on her face when I got her off had been the most beautiful sight. And when I tasted her, licked her juices from my fingers, I almost came in my pants. Her honey sweet taste was all for me.
Even now, driving toward my house, I could still taste her. I could smell her arousal lingering on my fingers, drifting from her body. She was quiet, looked out her window as I drove a little too fast toward my house. If I got pulled over, the cop would understand. I needed to be buried inside my woman, feel her ripple and pulse around me as I took her virginity. Needed her to milk the seed from my balls.
Gripping the steering wheel, I downshifted as I turned into my driveway, then waited for the garage door to slide open.
Thank fuck she agreed to come home with me. If she’d insisted, I would have taken her to her door, brushed the hair off her face and kissed her sweetly as I said goodnight. But that wasn't what either of us wanted.
There was nothing wrong with a woman going after what she wanted. Pleasure was just as much a woman's right as any man’s. But Emma was a good girl, perhaps a little too good, and needed me to guide her. That was not a problem, as long as she let me lead her into my bed, her long, sexy legs wrapped around my waist as I buried my cock in her body. No one else would have her. Ever.
I turned off the car as the garage door slid closed, the soft light from the opener in the ceiling allowing me to see her face. And the rest of her. She was just as prim and proper as always, hands folded in her lap, but her skirt rode a little up her thighs and I knew another inch and I'd see the tops of her stockings, her garters.
“Tell me what you want, Emma.”
She turned her head so her pale eyes met mine, the blush that stole up her cheeks indicating her innocence. “You know what I want,” she whispered.
Slowly, I shook my head. I shifted in my seat, as if that would make my cock any less painful. “There are so many things I want to do to you. Very dirty, very naughty things that would probably scare you away.”
She licked her lips and I couldn't hold off any longer. Cupping my hand behind her neck, I pulled her toward me for a kiss, found her tongue, teased it. Reaching down, I unclipped her seatbelt and pulled her over the console so she was half in my lap.
Lifting her head ever so slightly, she whispered against my mouth. “I think I might like very dirty.”
My thumb stroked over her cheek as my other hand cupped her ass. “What about very naughty?” I asked.
“Doesn't what we did in the restroom count?”
“Having my finger in your pussy? Wouldn't you like my cock instead?”
She bit her lip and nodded and I couldn't help but groan.
“You want to feel my cock stretch you open?”
She whimpered. Oh yeah, she was a dirty girl all right.
“I’ll take care of you, Emma. I’ll make you feel good.”
A breathy sigh escaped her lips.
I let her go, helping her to settle back in her seat. I'd gotten her this far, I wasn't going to take her in my car. I climbed out and went around to open her door. I took her hand and helped her from the low profile sports car. The bucket seats forced her to bend at the waist and her skirt rode up to reveal those naughty little garters.
She laid her hand in mine and I led her through the house and up to my bedroom. The trust she placed in me made my heart pound. Standing before my bed, she was right where I wanted her to be, where I'd wanted her to be for a year. She was mine. This bedroom was ours. She was the first—and only—woman who would ever be in this room, in this bed.
“You said something about liking dirty. Are you a dirty little virgin?” I asked.
Her hands fidgeted, but she wasn't afraid. Definitely aroused if her nipples poking against her blouse was any indication. She gave a slight shrug.
“You rode my fingers in the restroom bar with only a flimsy lock keeping people from seeing you come.”
Her lips parted and she started to breathe more quickly.
“I think you're a dirty girl—” I walked up to her, tucked a lock of her blond hair behind her ear. “—but just for me. I think that's a secret you haven't shared with anyone else. Is that right?”
She nodded as my knuckles stroked her cheek.
Lowering my hands to the tiny pearl buttons, I began to open her blouse. “Time to see what's mine. Has any man ever seen your body before?”
She held her breath as my fingers ran over her bare skin as it was exposed before pushing the garment off her shoulders so it dropped to her feet.
“Fuck,” I murmured, taking in her gorgeous breasts in that lace and silk concoction. Her bra was a pale pink and cut so that only the lower half of her breasts were covered, the upper swells plump and available for my mouth. Shit, if she just breathed deeply, her nipples would pop free. How had they not already?
Using the tip of my finger, I ran it along the line of her shoulder, over her delicate collarbone to slide back and forth over the silkiest, softest skin I'd ever felt. These breasts were more than a handful and real. She sucked in a breath and I dipped my finger into the cup of the sexy bra so that her nipple was exposed. While her skin was so creamy and pale that I could see little veins beneath, her nipple was a dark pink, like a little raspberry eager to be tasted. Moving to her other breast, I tugged that cup down. She was revealed and lifted, her pert nipples eager for my mouth.
Leaning forward, I took one in my mouth, laved it with my tongue, then sucked on it. Emma's fingers went to my hair and tugged, pulling me to her. I grinned against her heated flesh, then went to the other nipple. “Don't want this one to be lonely,” I murmured, before taking it in my mouth.
I looked up at her, saw her eyes go blurry, then fall shut. Her nipples were very sensitive and I had to wonder if she could come from me just playing with them. I'd find out another time.
Lifting my head, I looked my fill. Her breath coming in pants, her nipples glistened in the soft lighting. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes didn't show any fear or embarrassment. Only arousal.
Reaching behind, I slid down the zipper of her skirt, let it drop to the floor. She stood before me now in just her delectable lingerie and fuck-me heels. Her garter and the little scrap of a thong matched her bra. She was gorgeous. All lush curves a man could grip and I couldn't resist sliding my hand down over her hip to the thin strap of her thong. Using my finger, I followed the lacy edge along the crease of her thigh and discovered the silk was soaked through and clinging to her folds.
“Still wet for me, aren't you?”
Tilting her chin up, she looked at me through her pale lashes. “Yes.”
The simple answer was a struggle for my control. Grabbing hold of the scrap of fabric, I tugged, ripping the thong from her body, held it up between us. “Soaked.”
She did blush then, the obviousness of her desire couldn't be missed on the wet panties. The scent of her arousal couldn't be denied either. I stuffed the bit of fabric into my pocket.
“Get on the bed and part those gorgeous legs. Show me my pussy.”
Her eyes widened and I saw the indecision on her face for just a moment, but she didn't deny me. Turning, I watched her lush ass sway as she climbed up on the bed. I groaned when her actions showed off her dripping pussy. If I hadn't known she was a virgin, I'd have thought she was tempting me on purpose.
Settling on her back with her head on the pillows, she reached to take off her shoes.
Slowly, I shook my head. “Those stay on.”
Hell yeah, those fuck me heels stayed on.
Her hand went back to her side and with her legs primly together, I could see a hint of pale curls at the juncture of her thighs.
“Show me how you make yourself come.”
I stepped to the edge of the bed and crossed my arms over my chest, hoping doing so would keep me from reaching out and touching her.
“What?” she asked.
“Spread your legs apart and show me your pussy. Then touch yourself. You've made yourself come before, haven't you?”
She nodded, but didn't part her thighs.
“Show me. Show me what you haven't shared with anyone else, how dirty you can be.”
Reaching down, I pressed my hand against my cock, letting her know I, too, was affected. Just the feel of my hand through the front of my pants made me hiss. I wasn't sure how long I was going to last, but I'd die happy just watching her.
“Can't I see you?” she asked, her eyes lowering and following my hand. “I'm all but naked and you're still dressed.”
Shaking my head, I explained. “If I let my cock out, this will all be over. Too soon.”
Ever so slowly, she widened her legs, but not enough.
“More.”
She moved her feet apart.
“More,” I repeated until I had the incredible view of her perfect pussy. She kept a little thatch of hair there, but it didn't hide her puffy lips, slick with her arousal. Her lower lips were pink and swollen, and parted as she put her feet on the bed in those fuck-me heels and bent her knees. I couldn't miss her hard clit, peeking out from its hood.
She was so gorgeous laying there with her breasts lifted above her bra, her garter and stockings and killer heels, with no panties to hide her pussy.
“So pretty, sweetheart. Such a good, dirty little girl. Now show me how you touch yourself.”
As I rubbed my cock through my pants, she lowered her left hand down and between her thighs. I'd had no idea she was left handed. It seemed there was so much still to learn about her. And when her fingers went together and she moved over her clit in slow circles, then faster, I knew now how she liked to be touched. And when her eyes slipped closed and she gave herself over to the pleasure, I knew I was done waiting.
Crawling up the bed, I settled between her parted thighs, watched her touch herself as I slid my palms over her inner thighs.
Her fingers stilled.
“Enough. I can still taste you from earlier. I want more.”
Moving her hand out of the way, I settled between her legs, my shoulders keeping her open. I licked her juices from one inner thigh, then the other before putting my mouth right above her pussy.
Coming up on her elbows, she looked down her body at me. If I hadn't felt her virginal barrier when I'd had my fingers deep inside her, I'd think she was a temptress with her pretty nipples, her cream coated fingers, her musky, sweet scent surrounding me.
“Ever had a mouth on you before?”
I wanted to know that this pussy, all of it, was mine. And if someone had been there first, I'd make her forget his name.
She held her breath and I placed my hand on her lower belly, waiting.
“No,” she replied, frantically shaking her head.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nodded.
“Not yet. You're not ready.”
“I'm ready,” she argued.
“I have a big cock and you're going to be tight. I don't want to hurt you. You're going to come all over my tongue, get you all nice and soft for me so you can take all of me. Then, I'll fuck you.”
I was done with talking. I needed more of her taste.
Licking her from opening to clit, I knew she'd just ruined me. She was so sweet, so silky soft, swollen, plush and perfect. I wanted no other. Just Emma. Forever.
My only goal in life was to make her come, to give her pleasure she'd only ever get from me.
Then, I'd get my cock in her, nice and easy, and claim her. Make her come again.
Ruin her for all others, because this sweet pussy, this taste, was mine.
Mine.
With my hand on her belly, holding her in place—she liked to shift her hips about—I slipped two fingers of my other hand into her, felt for her G-spot. I knew I'd found it when I felt that little ridge just inside her entrance, but when her back arched and she cried out, I was sure it was a hot little button that would set her off.
Her skin heated beneath my palm, her ragged breathing turned into little pants, then breathy moans and finally all out cries of pleasure. Her fingers tangled in my hair tugged almost painfully, but I wouldn't stop until I had what I wanted: her screaming my name.
It didn't take long once I curled my fingers over her G-spot and began flicking my tongue over the left side of her clit. And when I sucked that little pearl into my mouth, she came apart, her juices coating my fingers, her thighs tightening on my shoulders. Her back bowed off the bed as she did, indeed, scream my name.
Shifting my own hips, I tried to ease my cock, but nothing would do it except being buried deep inside her. After bringing her down gently with soft licks, slipping my fingers from her and licking them clean, I sat back on my heels and stripped off my shirt. Her eyes fluttered open and watched me as I shucked all of my clothing.
And when I knelt before her, my cock curving thickly up toward my navel, her eyes widened.
“I don't know if I should be pleased by the look on your face or worried.”
Gripping the base, I stroked myself as pre-cum seeped from the tip.
Reaching into my discarded pants, I pulled out a condom, tore it open.
“You're… God, are all guys big like you?”
I paused rolling the condom down my length.
“You'll never know.” My tone sounded ominous, but I wasn't going to talk about other men when I had her pussy all wet and ready for my cock.
“But—”
Placing a hand beside her head, I loomed over her, met her pale gaze.
“Don't worry, I'll fit.”