Page 49 of A First Sight

He slowly slid my panties down my legs, keeping his eyes on my face as he pushed them off. With a slowness that could only be deliberate, he pulled my legs apart, exposing me to his gaze. It took all of my self-control not to close my legs.

He stretched out on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. Without raising his eyes, he said, “Beautiful.” I felt the heat of his breath on my skin, and I quivered.

I flushed, this time from a combination of embarrassment and pleasure.

I braced myself, but he surprised me with a gentle kiss at the top of my slit. His eyes flicked up to my face, those impossibly thick lashes making them look even more heated than they were.

“If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word.”

Was he kidding? If he didn’t do something soon, I was going to roll him over and take matters into my own hands.

However, before I could say anything, Drake was proving he was just as skilled with his tongue as he was with his fingers. I cried out as he kissed my core as deeply as he’d kissed my mouth. His tongue ran over every inch of me, circling that still-swollen bundle of nerves until I was nearly growling with frustration. Only then did he take my clit into his mouth.

Heat spilled over my skin like molten lava, burning, consuming, coating my body until I was one quivering mass. Still, he didn’t stop. He continued with the suction until stars sparked in front of my eyes and my body danced that line between too-much and right-there. Then his lips disappeared. I sagged back against the bed, unsure if I was relieved or disappointed. The confusion didn’t last long because he wasn’t done. He began to lick at my opening, and then I felt the tip of a finger. I shivered as he slid the finger inside me.

“Yes,” I hissed the word as my eyes closed. “Make me come again.”

Drake worked his finger in and out slowly for a few moments before adding a second finger. A moan fell from my lips as he gently stretched me, preparing me for what would come next. His fingers felt so good, their pleasant friction adding to the little shivers of pleasure I was getting from his tongue still caressing my sensitive flesh. Then he curled his fingers, and electricity shot through me.

My back arched, my mouth opening. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I knew what he’d done, but my brain couldn’t process it, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. I shook as my second orgasm washed over me. I was dimly aware of his fingers sliding out of me, but it didn’t matter as I rode the wave of ecstasy to the peak and back down again.

When I could, I opened my eyes and saw Drake kneeling between my legs with a condom wrapper in his hand.

I just wanted him inside. Now.

Something about my expression must have told Drake how I felt because suddenly he was there, and I felt the head at my opening. I spread my legs wider and reminded myself to relax. I was wet, and he’d stretched me a bit, but it’d be a tight fit, no matter how much I’d been prepared.

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

I caught my breath as he slowly slid inside. I’d almost forgotten what that initial penetration was like, the way a new lover’s body felt invading mine. How my body stretched itself around him as if deciding to accept him inch by inch, waiting to see if we fit together. The way it felt to be full in an entirely new way.

And this was definitely new.

I was panting by the time he was halfway inside. I gripped his forearms, feeling the muscles flexing as he fought his body’s natural urge to bury itself in the heat of my channel. Another two inches and he was as deep as anyone had ever been.

As he slid another inch forward, my body bent up towards his, the hard bullet points of my nipples rubbing against his chest. I whimpered, and Drake looked down in concern. He frowned and hesitated. I grabbed his ass, digging my nails into the firm flesh. He wouldn’t get away that easily. I pulled, trying to draw him forward again.

Maybe I caught him off guard, but then he surged forward, driving into me with one swift motion.

A strange new sound came from me, and my head fell back, my body rigid. It was too much. I was too full. Then he was moving, withdrawing, leaving me empty.

“Please, please.” I was begging, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside me again.

He pushed forward. I shuddered, my moan filling the air. He felt so delicious. I ran my hands over his back, reveling in the feel of the muscles rippling beneath his skin. Part of me wanted him to keep the slow pace, but a more primal part wanted something different. Drake wanted it too. I could feel it in the restrained strength of his body. He needed to know that it was okay. It was what I wanted.

“Harder,” I whispered.

His eyes widened. “Maggie,” he said.

“Please, Drake. I want you to fuck me. Hard…fast.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Finally, I would get what I wanted from my lover, what I needed. I gripped his hair. “Make me feel it.”

Drake kissed me then, his full length sheathed inside me, his body pressed up to mine. His lips were bruising against mine, teeth pushing against soft skin, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. It was a plundering, a taking.

He broke the kiss, and there was a different fire in his eyes. I would get just what I wanted. He took a moment and pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive flesh until I writhed, pinned to the mattress.

He drew back, then snapped forward. I wailed. He hit something inside me, and I saw stars. He was going again before I could recover, each thrust as deep as the first. He stoked me, never giving me a pause as he propelled me toward bliss. He rolled his hips, grinding against my g-spot, and my muscles quivered. My climax approached rapidly.

“Almost there,” I barely choked out. “So close.”

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