Page 55 of Daring the Defender

“You do that to me, and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

I refocus, pushing my hands under her shirt, cupping her tits in my hands. Her nipples harden, peaking against my palms and I say, “I think I drive you crazy too.” Her inhalation is sharp, but she doesn’t draw away as I massage her with both hands. I want to see her tits. Taste and touch them. The night shirt she’s wearing is too loose, hiding all the good stuff under the billowy cotton. “Can I see you?”

Her hands drop to her hem, but I’m impatient and help her take it off. Fuck me. Her shoulders curve, letting her hair fall over her chest, like she’s attempting to hide herself. “No hiding,” I command, brushing the hair back and trailing my fingers down her goosebumped flesh. I trace the curve, then lift them with both hands. “Fucking gorgeous,” I mumble, more to myself than her, then duck my head, swiping my tongue over one stiff peak and then the other.

Her hands thrust into my hair, pulling hard, and her back arches, giving her body to me. My cock throbs, and I squeeze the base, trying to gain back a little control. Her fingers loosen in my hair, and I lay her on her back, not ready to stop sucking on her nipples. There’s so much of her to explore and every taste reminds me this could be the one and only time. That this is just an adventure– so I press a kiss to each dusty pink nipple before kissing down her belly. Her skin is soft–sensitive–and she twitches as I move toward her hips.

When I reach the edge of her plaid pants, I hook my fingers into the band, she rises up on her elbows, looking down at me over the flat plane of her belly and the swollen peaks of her tits. ”What are you doing?”

“Showing you what can be done on the edge of the bed.” I lick my lips. “Eating pussy is one of the best parts.”

Her breath hitches, causing her chest to rise and fall. “You want to do that?”

“You have no idea.” My mouth waters at the thought of her. Fingers curled into the cotton, I add, “But, if you want me to stop, tell me now.”

Her cheeks are red, her lips puffy. She already looks ravished and I haven’t even gotten her off. I’m terrified she’ll tell me to stop and sure as fuck, I don’t want to. I almost shout in victory when she says, “No, don’t stop.”

Dropping to my knees, I make quick work of the pants, but leave her panties on. I’m patient. Diligent. Perseverance is what makes the difference between playing D1 and everyone else. It’s a skill that has served me all of my life. The panties are white cotton, and I think I may come just looking at them. They’re an indicator of how sweet and innocent she is. How she really is agoodgirl.

I’m going to dirty her up for the rest of her life and I want to be that man for her. To make it so good for her that she has no regrets.

Starting at her knees, I press a kiss on the inside of each one, spreading her wider as I work my way back up. She’s nervous, her fingers fluttering between her belly and fisting in the comforter. She told me not to hold back, and I don’t plan on stopping until she either tells me to, or she’s coming on my tongue.

The closer I get to her pussy, the easier it is to see the wet spot. Innocent or not, her body is getting ready for me. Planting a kiss over the cotton, I inhale her scent, feeling my balls tighten on instinct. Her thighs threaten to close, but I push them back apart and hook a finger into the crotch and drag it aside, getting my first look at her pretty, pretty, pussy and then do what I’ve wanted all night–longer than tonight.

I dart my tongue out and taste her.

Jesus Christ.

Her hips rise up, chasing my tongue and I use the opportunity to peel those panties off and toss them aside. I give her a long slow lick, lathing her clit with my tongue. I know from experience GG isn’t going to last long. Her fingers find their way back into my hair, and every time I get near her clit she tugs, sending a sharp pain across my skin. I hear nothing but the sound of my tongue lapping against her body and her quick breaths. She’s close, but she’s also new at this, and finding her rhythm may be hard. I grab her hips, controlling her movements, getting us into synch.

“Reid,” she whispers, voice low. “I’m–I’m–”

Her thighs snap against my head, and the rest of her words are overtaken by a moan. I bury my face into her pussy and let her ride my tongue, licking slowly until she pulls away. “Holy shit,” she says, and I think it may be her first time cursing around me–maybe ever. I press a final kiss against the hot bundle of nerves and rise up, crawling over her body. I kiss each one of her tits again, sucking gently on her nipples. All I want to do is drag her to the top of the bed and cuddle with her, but my cock is so fucking hard, I can barely see straight.

“Give me a second, okay?” I tell her, shifting to my knees. “Don’t go.”

I stand, not so discreetly gripping the base of my cock, trying to will it down. She sits up, watching me. “Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Because of that?” she asks, gesturing to my erection.

“Yeah. I’ll be quick.”

“But–”

“No but’s.” I lean over to kiss her. “I’m just going to–”

Her hand wraps around mine and it feels like a gut punch. “GG,” I say slowly, “I don’t think this is what you came up here for.”

“I came here to learn. For you to teach me.” She eyes the hard line of my cock as it strains against my shorts. “Learning how to make you feel good is part of it.”

“I feel fantastic–feeling you come on my tongue was a highlight.”

Her cheeks get impossibly redder, but she surprises me by running her hand along my shaft. I inhale sharply, my lower belly caving and I almost come on the spot when she asks, “Can I?”

Touch me? Rub me? Suck me?

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