"I don't want to wait.” I tell him, “I don't need you to be gentle with me."
He gets on the bed, kneeling before me, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing my ass. His eyes meet mine.
"You may think you want a dangerous man to fuck you like you're a dirty girl. But Marley, I know you. I know how precious you are, whether you like it or not. Maybe everyone's treated you gently all your life, but maybe it's for good reason. Maybe you're that fucking sweet. That goddamn precious. I know you want me to fuck you dirty, but I can't give you that. I'm going to take this slow. I'm going to make love to you, head to toe.
“You may want to be treated like my filthy plaything, but that would be impossible. Because, Marley Grove, you're not. You're more of a gift than I deserve, and I'm going to treat you as such, whether you like it or not."
I close my eyes, letting his words sink in. He's not letting me act braver than I am. And I may be a girl who says I want to play dirty for just one night… But it's as if Maker understands that my virginity is a gift I've saved a long time, and he won't let me lose it in a less than honorable way.
"Now, get on your back, baby," he tells me, "and let me kiss your cunt the way you deserve. Let me lick you up and down until your come coats my beard, until your juice is all I breathe."
I do as he says, lying on my back. He pushes my knees apart again. I let them fall open. I'm bare for him. There's no fabric of my panties in the way. My breasts are exposed. Everything I am is on display, and he looks at me as if I'm the treasure he believes I am.
And I spent my whole life internally pushing against those kinds of words, descriptors. I wanted people to think I was tougher, rougher than I really was, really am. Maker saw right through it. I can't be a bad girl. Because deep down, I'm just not.
Maker's mouth finds my center, and he runs his tongue up and down me. So soft. So, so soft. My knees buckle. He pushes them back.
"Relax. Come on, baby girl. Let me take care of you."
I close my eyes, covering them with my hands, smiling as he makes love to my pussy.
"God, you're tight," he says, "and so damn sweet."
And I moan as he licks me, takes me, fingers me. Finds me.
With him, it's like I find my way home.
Maker
Her knees buckle as the pleasure rolls through her, taking her past the edge, into oblivion. I look up, watching as her eyelashes flutter, as her heart pounds, her tits bouncing ever so slightly as she gasps for breath. As the orgasm takes her deeper inside herself than she's ever been before. My cock is hard and I stroke my shaft, aching for the sweet release of her cunt.
"Come here," she says, settling down from her high. I move, leaning over her. My body over her arms, pinning her in. I kiss her mouth hard, deep. She whimpers against me. Her arms run up and down my back, squeezing my ass. Her legs wrap around me as if we've done this a hundred times.
But this is her first, and God, I want to be her last.
"I want you inside of me," she says. She strokes my cock gently, timidly.
"Don't be nervous," I tell her. "There's no reason to be shy now.”
She smiles. The tops of her cheeks pink, rosy. Her hair spilling around the pillow. The gentle sway of the ocean rocking us exactly where we need to go. Lost in the sea of one another.
"You make me feel incredible," she tells me.
"Well I’m glad, baby, because you make me feel pretty damn good too."
She smiles widely. "I've never… I mean, I've heard people talk about getting off, but that was next level."
"It was, wasn't it? And you've only had the half of it."
She swallows. "Show me the other half, Maker, please."
"You don't have to beg because baby, that's exactly what I want." I ease my cock inside of her. Her hole so nice and tight, so damn juicy, so damn wet. "I don't want to hurt you," I tell her.
"It's okay. I'm stronger than I look, remember?"
"I know baby girl, but…" I groan as my thickness fills her up. And she bites her knuckles for a moment. "I can stop," I say.
She shakes her head. "No, just go deeper. It hurts, but it’s the good kind of hurt. You know what I mean?"
I gave her a soft smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning over her, wondering how I got so damn lucky. I guess sometimes the good guy wins.
"Oh Maker," she moans as I fill her up entirely. My cock is rigid, rock hard. And her pussy is so sweet and tight, a channel I never want to leave. Her arms wrap around me. Her mouth kissing my neck. There's no space between us. Her tits are tight against my chest. And I hold onto her as if for dear life because I swear to God I don't want to let go.
We move together and she's loud. Letting me know just how good this feels. It makes me laugh. I love to hear her sounds as she experiences sex for the first time in her life.
"Oh Maker," she cries out, threading her fingers through my hair.
And I take her nice and slow; excruciatingly slow. I want to tease her to the edge and back again, and then I want to do it all over. I have a feeling she will too.
We move as one; her tightness and my cock, a goddamn melody. "Is that better now?" I ask her as I move in a way
