Page 14 of Silent Night With Adrian

My hand slides over the flat of her stomach, feeling the way her muscles tense under my touch, then lower, tracing the curve of her hip. I can feel the heat radiating from her, her body begging for more, and I take my time, savoring each soft sigh and every tremor. Then I decide it might be best to let her lead the way.

“Touch me. I want you to be in control for your first time.”

I settle back against the pillows, my pulse racing as I watch her, curiosity mixed with something much darker flickering in her eyes. She’s looking at me like I’m the most forbidden thing she’s ever desired, and hell, that look alone is enough to drive me to the edge.

I keep my hands still, my breathing controlled, as she hesitantly reaches out, her fingers brushing over my chest, then tracing the lines of my muscled abdomen. Her touch is light, almost tentative, but I can see the way her gaze roams, curious and hungry. Her innocence and courage are wrapped into one, and it’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen.

When her hands dip lower, grazing over my hips, I let out a sharp breath, feeling the tension coil tighter in me. She traces the trail of soft hair leading to where I’m hard for her, her hand freezing just above it.

My cock is bulging out in a way that clearly shows I’m a big man. A low growl escapes me, and I press my head back against the pillow, fighting the urge to grab her, to flip her beneath me, and finally take her the way my body demands. But I need her to get used to me. It’s not going to work unless she is fully aroused and dripping wet for me.

“Keep going, baby. Take him out.”

She swallows hard.

Her fingers tremble just slightly as she edges my boxers down, her breath quickening as she sees my cock jutting forward. Her eyes widen in shock and a bit of fear. I’m ten inches and I’m sure she’s wondering how we’re going to fit.

Then her eyes catch on something, and as she leans forward, her mouth is just inches away from me. She notices the glint of my piercing, and she glances up, surprise and intrigue clear on her face.

I let out a low, rough chuckle. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”

“No.”

She blushes, but she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she looks fascinated, her fingers tracing lightly over the metal bar the pierces through the tip of my cock. Each touch sends a shockwave through me, heightening the tension coiling inside, pushing me dangerously close to the breaking point.

Her worried gaze flicks up to me, and I murmur, “Don’t be afraid to touch me, Mia. Take all the time you want.” Her lips part as she traces the barbell, cautious at first, then bolder. She’s discovering me, and it’s everything I can do to let her instead of pulling her onto me and fucking her right now.

She’s a virgin, asshole. Stand down.

She grips me in her small fist, her fingers not meeting her thumb when wrapped around me. She looks at me in disbelief and I know what’s she’s thinking.

“We’ll fit, baby. Trust me.”

She shakes her head, skeptical. “If you say so.”

Then curiosity overtakes her and she starts licking my tip, moving her tongue over the bar bell like it’s a toy while running her hand up and down my shaft.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. I’m not going to last.

When she finally takes me into her mouth, her soft, warm tongue exploring the contours, brushing the metal, I let out a raw groan.

“Fuck!”

Her movements build a slow, exquisite pressure that has me clutching the sheets, mesmerized at the visual as she moves her mouth up and down my cock, looking up to gaze into my eyes as she bobs her head up and down in relentless rhythm, each time driving the tip of my cock into the back of her throat, gagging and eyes tearing up at times. The dirty filthy image of my innocent Mia letting me fuck her mouth this way, makes my heart soar and my cock harden even further, if that’s possible.

When I can’t take any more or risk exploding in her mouth, I lean down, lifting her chin. “Mia… it’s your turn.”

Her eyes widen, my cock popping out of her mouth.

She lets me guide her. I pull her shirt over her head and letting the soft fabric fall away. Her beauty strikes me all over again, and I can’t help but let out a low murmur, “You’re stunning.”

I take my time tracing her, my lips brushing her collarbone, then lower, making her gasp when I kiss the soft curve of her perfectly rounded breast, before suckling on her nipple with strong, rhythmic suction, savoring her as the bud hardens inside my mouth. I give the other nipple equal attention while pulling and squeezing the one I just abandoned. I feel her squirm, pushing her pelvis into my hips.

“May I?” I ask, as I cup her between her thighs, massaging her wetness seeping through her panties.

She whimpers and nods, her cheeks flushed.

I make my way down, feeling her tremble slightly beneath my touch, her softness inviting me deeper. As I kiss her soft muscled abs, I savor each sigh, each arch of her back, her whimpering plea.

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