“I want you, Roxy. I need to make you mine, good and proper… I can’t very well do that with your damned pants on, now can I?” I say gruffly, biting her neck as she moans her compliance.
Peeling down her track pants, I groan out loud, then run the palm of my hand over her belly and down to her mound through her panties, which makes her jerk and arch her back suddenly.
I could stay and admire the view all day, but she’s practically coming already.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard, right into my mouth beautiful,” I tell her firmly, curling my lips in satisfied amazement.
This is how she needs it, all day every day.
She’s a little hesitant still, but her need is too much to be shy now. Her legs open wider and I use my finger to hook her panties to the left, making her shudder again.
I can’t wait a second longer either, and I plunge myself face first into her creamy pussy, sweet and hot with her approaching climax.
She moans loudly, gripping my hair with both hands and starts to squirm into my mouth like she’s finally found the one thing that works for her.
The one thing she needs.
I could drink from her all day, her essence flowing freely and making me groan with sheer pleasure. She’s my girl now but I need to make her my woman. I need to claim her.
She’s trying to hold it, I know she is but her body and my tongue have other ideas and in minutes her first powerful climax is freed.
I lap up her pleasure as her shakes and shudders giving my hands something to grip onto. The smoothness of her hips and ass in my hands is matched only by the sweet slickness of her pussy.
As her first eruption subsides, she moves my head, and I know she wants me to kiss her so she can taste both of us.
She’s shuddering still, her breath shaking, but she kisses me hard, with a new level of intensity.
Stroking her hair back from her face, I kiss her button nose gently, asking if she’s alright, if she feels better.
“I’m a virgin,” she whispers and turns crimson, she buries herself in my chest, holding onto me like it’s a bad thing. Like I wouldn’t think she was all the more special because of it.
“That’s perfect,” I whisper in her ear, “Because you’ll be only mine and I’ll be your first. Just how it should be…”
CHAPTER NINE
Roxy
It’s not just because it’s my first climax with a man, with anyone. It’s not because I overcame some major shyness to even show myself to anyone like this.
It’s because it’s with Dillon that makes me feel so special.
It’s because I know it’s like he says, we’re destined to be together, no matter what.
He just holds me for a while, I’m still trembling like a leaf, with all these little aftershocks but it’s the best feeling. I can’t imagine feeling this way with anyone else, and Dillon not minding I’m a virgin is the biggest relief of all, next to him not laughing or being grossed out by my naked body.
It’s the complete opposite. Everything I’m afraid he’ll judge, he loves. He loves it enough to show me with his mouth, his whole body how much I turn him on.
His body? It’s perfect, so there’s no need for him to be shy, but there’s still something I sense he’s holding back. But I figure it’s that something from his past he mentioned.
For now, it’s just us. A warm bed and our own bodies to enjoy. He settles in with me under the covers and just does the big spoon thing while he turns me so I can be the little spoon.
I feel his thick, hot cock right up against me, making me want to squirm back onto it, but for now it’s the most reassuring sensation next to his huge powerful arms around me.
He’s not in a rush to take me, I know he’s ready though. No denying that. I ask him if he minds, if it’s a bad thing to wait.
“I’d wait forever if I had to, but I won’t let you out of my sight until I do claim you, Roxy,” he says firmly, nibbling my neck and making me squeal, then gasp as I feel his hardness sliding up against me, up between my thighs.
I want him inside me, I do. I’m just loving all of this though. Every second with him, his hands and his voice. His naked skin on mine. It’s perfect.
I feel like I’m on cloud nine with Dillon holding me and in no time at all, despite the sound of his deep voice against my body, I feel myself being dragged into the deepest sleep I think I’ve ever had.
I dream that Dillon’s holding me, licking me and kissing me at the same time before we both dissolve into this wonderful new feeling.
It feels like falling backwards into forever and I know that it feels like where I want to be.
Where I want to stay.
Forever.
The vague memory of something important, something terrible starts to push through the darkness. Showing itself as a flashing red light.
I sit up with a gasp, clutching at my naked chest, registering the empty bed and taking a moment to orient myself.
Dillon.
The phone messages!
The fight… Dad… Oh! Shhhiiiit!
I stumble around the strange bedroom, finding my clothes and trying to get them back on while also trying to make my way downstairs.
The sun’s already up and glancing at the hall clock once I get downstairs, I can see it’s ten o’clock.
In the morning?
Holy fuck, I’ve slept right through…
I make a face as I notice the answering machine light isn’t flashing. Either I imagined it, or somebody listened to the messages already.
A barking dog registers with me and I remember I forgot to feed Baxter too. I forgot to call dad, I didn’t do anything.
Well, I did
