Page 64 of Little Dove

I sit still, letting my mind work through it all. I’ve pushed myself hard today, but I don’t know if I can go to sleep now, having come this far and not taking that last step. The worst thing that can happen is I freak the hell out, but at least I have the memories I do now to help get me back. I have Lazaro’s patience, but I can’t do this this way. Lazaro is not going to push me, and he’s not going to agree unless he knows I’m completely serious.

I move off him and scramble over to the nightstand, feeling around for the lamp that I know is there. Finally, I feel it, reaching up to flick the switch to turn it on. The light blinds me for a second, but my eyes quickly adjust as I turn back toward Lazaro. I stop to look at him.

Shadows cradle his ink covered chest, and I see that his beard is wet, his lips swollen slightly. I trail my eyes down over him, until they finally snag on the erection tenting his soaked pants. I swallow hard as I focus on the size. Damn, that really is big. In the darkness, it felt different somehow, but seeing it, I can’t deny it. And that’s even behind his clothes.

“Can…Can I see it?” I whisper, slowly lifting my eyes to his. “Please.”

His eyes glitter as they stare at me. Neither of us moves, until finally, he must see that I’m not going to let this go. Without looking away, he lifts his hips, pulling the pants down and off,tossing them aside. I watch him for another second before I nervously lower my gaze.

Holy shit, I was right. He’s huge.

I swallow hard as I stare at him. Length and girth, this man isnotsmall. I don’t think he’s as big as those porn stars I’ve heard some women talk about before, but he’s definitely big enough. It’s going to be a very tight fit.

If he can fit at all.

Still, as much as it worries me, I’m also curious. If a woman can push out a baby, then surely, I can take something like that. It’s the pain that holds me back. Erect, he extends straight up, skin stretched tight, the flared head flushed a dark color and coated with something wet. His balls sit below, and they look heavy and full. I watch as he circles the shaft with his hand, slowly stroking it. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Amara,” he orders softly. “I need to hear you.”

“That I want to touch you,” I blurt out. And it’s true. I really want to touch him and see what it feels like without any fabric between us.

I swear his groan sounds pained, but he releases himself and invites, “Go ahead,dolcezza. Every part of me is yours to explore.” He mutters something under his breath that I don’t quite catch, too intent on crawling forward until I’m kneeling next to him.

Carefully, I reach out, wrapping my hand loosely around him. I hear his breath catch, and I quickly look up at him, ensuring I’m not doing something wrong. His eyes are screwed shut, and his jaw ticks as he clenches it. “Does this hurt?” I ask.

“It hurts in the best possible way,” he assures me, eyes coming open. They are dark, dilated, and full of lust. “Keep going,colombina.”

Feeling empowered, I tighten my grip ever so slightly and start to move my hand up and down the way he did. I’m not assmooth, but he doesn’t complain, even as he jerks in my hand, and his body tenses further and further. Liquid seeps from the slit, and before I can think about it, I lower my head to flick my tongue across it, wanting to taste him.

“Fucking hell,” Lazaro hisses, hips arching as I quickly pull away, looking up at him. His flavor is salty, musky, but not unpleasant. Just different. I stare at him, eyes wide. “I’m sorry,colombina,” he rushes out. “The feel of your tongue on me, it’s so fucking good that it’s almost too much.”

“You like it when I do that?” I ask.

“Like is not strong enough a word,” he rasps with a wry laugh.

I look back down, and sure enough, more liquid spills from him. I lean forward, licking at it again, and this time, wrapping my lips around the head. I’ve read about this, and I can see why a lot of the women in those books love to do this. More spills into my mouth as I suckle him, before I pull away and look back at him. “You taste good,” I tell him. “I don’t think I can take all of you in my mouth though, like they do in the books.”

“Jesus, fuck,” Lazaro rasps. “Those are over-exaggerated, Amara. I don’t expect you to do anything you’re not ready to do. We can eventually work up to where you can take as much as you can, but not tonight. Definitely not tonight.”

I nod, agreeing. I look back at him, stroking him, getting used to the feel of him before I once again lower my head. This time, I take an inch more than the head into my mouth, trying to give him some of the pleasure he gave me. He moans, and his thighs flex when I press my free hand on him to keep my balance. The muscles tremble, and when I apply the same kind of suction that he did on my clit, they spasm as he works to hold himself back. I can all but feel him forcing himself to stay still as he hisses and grunts.

“Fuck, Amara, that fucking mouth,” he garbles out. “It’s going to be the end of me. So fucking good. You’re doing perfectly,dolcezza.” He gently wraps his hand around mine where I grip his shaft, and helps me move it up and down in time with my mouth. At first, I’m jerky and uncoordinated, but he’s patient and continues to guide me. “Look at you,” he praises. “Such a good girl, taking your man’s cock so perfectly. That’s it, slow and steady, only do what you can, no more. That’s it. Yes, that’s it,” he breathes as more fluid fills my mouth. I get a couple more pulls of my lips and strokes of my hand before he suddenly stops me, hand going to mine just under my mouth. “We need to stop now, Amara, or I’m going to shoot my cum down your throat. You did so well, and I can’t wait to do it again.”

I don’t really want to stop, but I force myself to pull away. I’m not done, but I want him inside me. Hearing him so excited, tasting him, it’s ignited that fire inside me again. I just need to figure out how to do it without freaking out. But I can. I know I can. I’ve done all of this, and there is no stopping me now.

I slowly release him, and watch as it jerks before staying erect. I look up at Lazaro and see him watching me, face flushed and expression dark, nearly feral. My heart pounds at the sight of it. Not out of fear, but excitement. I did that. I made him feel that way. And I want to see it with him inside me.

Before I can allow any doubt to creep in, I move quickly to straddle him, letting his cock rest against my mound. “Amara…” His voice trails off.

“I want to try, Lazaro,” I tell him shakily. “Please. I just want to try. If I can’t, we’ll stop, but I’ve done all of this, and I need to try. For myself. Please. All I need is for you to be here to help me if it’s too much.”

“Amara, you’re pushing…”

“I know,” I interrupt. “But I’ve been scared and holding myself back for too long. I trust you, I want to be with you, and Iwant to try and see if this giant cock of yours is going to actually fit.”

“Amara, it will fit, but I can’t promise that it won’t be painful this first time until your body gets used to me.” He curls forward, gripping my hips to hold me still and bring his face close to mine. “I never want to cause you pain, Amara. If we wait, I can properly prepare you so that when I finally ease inside you, you’ll know what to expect and won’t be fearful.”

“How do you prepare someone for that?”

“There are toys, and I can stretch you with my fingers. Ways that will be pleasurable.”

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