Page 45 of Virtuous Vows

“Oh my God.” I gasp, thrusting my hips up to meet his onslaught of heated demand. I didn’t know it could feel this good. I thought it was only for their pleasure… but this is like nothing I’ve experienced. And I’m hungry for it. Desperate even. My worries fall away as I shamelessly ride his face.

Who gives a shit?It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.

He inserts a finger into my pussy, and I feel full. Then he slides it in and out while his mouth continues working my clit. He creates slow and sensual circles as he goes.

My hands find the sheets, and I grip them for dear life as if they’re the only thing keeping me in this room. My back arches, and pressure crawls up my legs and builds in my core.

Oh fuck, am I…

Am I about to…

My legs begin to tremble, and before I can even stop myself, I have my first full-on orgasm.

It’s hard and slow like it pulls on my every nerve ending. His mouth doesn’t slow, and his finger doesn’t speed up. His digit keeps the perfect rhythm as I ride the wave of pure bliss.

I have never felt anything so…mind-blowing.

When my breathing evens out, he stops, and I feel lost without his touch. I hear the tear of a wrapper and go to shut my legs, but he is already standing between them and stops me from closing them.

“Sorry,” I whisper, instantly wishing to take it back. His hand slides up and down my leg, tickling it as he opens me wider. I feel him there, at my entrance, but he doesn’t make any move to push inside.

His breathing is hard, and I wonder if he plans to go slow or fast.

Do I want him to get it over and done with?

Or do I want to savor the moment?

Let’s be real. I don’t.

After tonight, I plan to tell Kit I want to be with him and no one else. We’ve skirted around the conversation, and now I can give him this. But will it feel like this with him?

“Do it,” I encourage.

His finger comes down on my sensitive clit and rubs slow circles. My legs open wider, and my hips start to move of their own accord. I am hungry and almost know what to do, and I play into it.

He inches closer, and I suck in my breath in suspense.

His tip is in me now while he continues rubbing myclit, and I realize it’s a purposeful and pleasurable distraction as he slowly pushes into me.

I stiffen when I feel it.

Damn, that hurts.

I only feel sharp pain now, but when he slaps my clit, it pulls me from the other pain and sends a shock through me. My hands grip the bedding again, and he keeps on pushing. I feel a tear leave my eye under the silk blindfold and hope he doesn’t see it. But just as he fully seats himself inside me, his body comes closer, and his heavy breathing hits my ear.

“Cry for me,” he says in a husky voice. Then he moves very slowly, so slowly that the burn is almost painful, but his hand on my clit feels so good.

It’s like my body can’t decipher which one it wants to feel.

Pain.

Or pleasure.

And I wish it were only pleasure.

His hips move faster, but not so fast that it hurts worse, just faster than when he first entered me. I can’t say it’s amazing because the burn is real, but part of it does feel good. And the part where he went down on me that was definitely amazing.

My hips begin to match his rhythm. It’s not awkward but fluid, as if my body knows exactly what to do. His hands brush up my arms and bring them above my head, and the move feels oddly intimate. I can feel his breath onme and notice our pants are in unison as we ride each other in search of…

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