"Tony this place is amazing! My pictures would have to be huge."
"That's what I was thinking."
She turns to look at me. "I can't believe you managed to sort this out."
"I'd do anything for you, Libby. I really mean that."
She bites her lip and her eyes lock onto mine. Beneath the fabric of her dress, I can see her nipples harden into tight little bullets, honed right in on me. She steps forward at exactly the same time I do.
The charge between us is magnetic.
There's nothing stopping me now. No one is going to interrupt us. I'm already breathless when I claim her mouth with mine, pulling her in with a hand at the nape of her neck. She whimpers against my lips, pressing bodily in against me like she can't stand to be apart for another moment. I sure as hell can't.
"Oh Tony, I want you so bad."
"Baby, you've got me."
I slide my hand up her skirt and her cheeks flush as I find the edge of her panties. She's breathing like she's been running a marathon and her whole body shudders when I brush my thumb slowly over the seam at her crotch.
The lacy fabric is already damp and I know she's just as primed for me as I am for her. My fingers tug at the thin material, moving it aside and Libby gasps, shuddering against me as I expose her to the cool air and find her clit with the pad of my thumb.
I can't get enough of how responsive she is. Every little touch, she goes off like a firework.
She's dripping from the lips of her pussy and I up the pressure on her clit until she's writhing, half acting like she's trying to get away, but I know that's couldn’t be farther from the truth because when she meets my eyes, her hips drive forward, seeking out more pressure for the release she knows only I can give her.
I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want her right now, and there's only one thing for it. I back her up against the wall, and sink down to my knees as I hitch her skirt up higher and trace a line of sticky dampness from her eager fluids along the perfect softness of her inner thigh with my tongue.
"Ohmygod," Libby says, breathless and frantic, and I'm not even close to being done yet. I'm about to show her what a real man can do.
Slowly, I trail my tongue up, taking my time as I lick and suck at her sweet silky skin, until my mouth closes over her thrumming clit. Her knees practically give out as I trace the tip of my tongue over the swollen little bud of her sex, moving slowly, then flickering fast enough to make her groan and shudder.
Her hands find their way into my hair, hovering lightly over my scalp like she doesn't quite know what to do with them, whether to pull me in harder or fend me back. But I'm about to short-circuit her brains so it's not a decision she can even make.
Nothing makes me hotter than the taste of her juices, and I love the sweet freshness of her as I let my tongue slide between her folds. I'm so hard my pants are straining at the seam, but I refuse to touch myself. The next hand on me is going to be hers.
I let out a hum that sets her juddering against me, and then, I'm thrusting into her, using my tongue to fuck her tight walls while the tip of my nose ruts in deep against her sweetly musky folds.
Libby cries out, her back arching in pleasure and I follow the motion in unrelenting assault on her senses. I'm not coming up for air until she's come apart into a thousand different pieces.
Her hands settle against my scalp, gripping my hair, pulling me in and I can feel her begin to get into it, moving her hips in time with little helpless whimpers like she can't believe it's so good. "Oh Tony!"
I ramp the pressure up, seeking deep inside her with the tip of my tongue for the rough patch of nerves that I know will make her go wild.
And when I find it, she leaves me in no doubt. "Tony - oh, yes - yes! Tony!"
Nothing has ever sounded so sexy as my name on her lips. She's everything I want, and right now, I'm going to take the rest of her to prove it.
Libby's cheeks flush and she looks down, as though she's ashamed of something.
"Baby, what is it?"
"Tony… I'm a virgin."
The whole world stops. Everything else except her stops existing for a handful of seconds. The growl rumbling deep in my throat is feral and possessive and I can't stop myself from mauling her neck with ragged, bitten kisses.
Libby squeals out a laughing protest. "Tony!" But there's nothing in the world that has the power to stop me now. No one's ever touched her apart from me, and no one apart from me ever will. She will be mine.
"You're the sexiest woman I’ve ever met," I tell her. "And after tonight, when I make you mine, you're going to know it."
But one thing I'm certain of, it's not happening here. Libby deserves to be treated like the goddess that she is and there's no way that I'm taking her virginity up against the wall of a converted warehouse, even if she does love the space and I'm harder than the concrete making up the floor.
I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her princess style back out to the car, barely resisting the urge to throw her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. She's mine and I need to take her somewhere I can claim her.
Libby
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