Page 19 of If You Could Only Believe
Who says stuff like that to someone they just met?
He stuck his hands in his pockets and just stared at me. His green eyes were dark, piercing and alive with the most wicked of thoughts. His chest was heaving, and that’s when I realized he really was doing his best to reign in his control.
Holy shit! Michael Buchanan was on the verge of losing control overme.
Me!
I thought about all the filthy things he rattled off and asked the only thing I could think of. “So, it’s all or nothing?” Because if I was going to evenentertainthe thought of letting him devirginize my ass when he hasn’t even devirginized my vagina, I’d say that was pretty all in.
Michael nodded and said, “If you say yes, and agree, Sophia…if you tell me you want me every bit as much as I want you, then that’s it. I’ll own you. And I’ll do whatever I fucking want with you.”
My heart skipped, my body tingled, and my mouth said, “Okay.”
Chapter 10
Michael~
I was on her before she sounded out the second syllable of her answer.
My hands were digging painfully into her scalp, holding her prisoner, as I crashed my lips over hers. I’ve kissed girls before, or rather, they’ve kissed me. It was hard to get through high school and college without some random female attacking my person. Like I said, it got worse as my brothers fell in love and married. So, I knew the mechanics, and while my tongue has danced a few dances in its time, none of those kisses had ever felt like this.
Sophia’s lips were soft, full and tasted like strawberry lip balm, and the second she let out a surprised gasp, my tongue invaded her sweet tasting mouth and sought out its partner. I could feel her fingers digging into the fabric of my slacks and her breathy, little moans were perfection.
I would never have guessed that Sophia’s never been kissed. Whether by instinct, or the fact that I didn’t give her time to panic, Sophia’s efforts didn’t falter. She kissed me back like she’d been kissing me for years and she knew just what it took to drive me crazy.
As much as it pained me, I broke off the kiss. I lifted my head, and I knew I wanted to see the sight before me for the rest of my life. I wondered, briefly, if this is what it had been like for all my brothers. I’ve heard them joke about how it took them just one look and they knew Justice, Shane and Denise were it for them, but I never really understood what they were talking about. I mean, I saw it every time they were around their wives, but no woman had ever made me feelanythingremotely close to what they described.
Until now.
I was a handful of heartbeats away from going all psychopath on her, but I needed to make sure she was positive about where this was going. Because now that I knew what it felt like to kiss her, I knew there was no way I’d ever let her go once I got inside her. I searched her lust clouded baby browns. “Are you absolutely sure you want this, Sophia? Want me?”
My knees almost buckled when her petite hands snaked their way from my hips, across my stomach, up my chest and around my neck and she said, “I’ve never been more certain about anything before in my life, Michael.” My name at the end of her assurance was enough to make me lose the control I was already battling with. “I…I’ve never done anything like this before, but I want to…try.”
Later, I’ll look back on this moment and wish I could say that I treated her with love and respect. That I treated her like the precious jewel she didn’t know she was. I’ll wish I could say that I was all masculine finesse and confidence.
But the reality was the complete opposite.
I leaned in and captured her lips again and this time it was more explosive and desperate because I knew we weren’t going to stop. I grabbed the bottom of her skirt in both my hands and yanked that motherfucker up, bunching it up around her hips.
“Michael,” she gasped against my lips.
I leaned into her until she had no choice but to fall back onto her bed and I didn’t stop until we were both lying on the bed, my body covering hers. I settled in between her thick thighs and I could feel her heat seep through my pants. Her body underneath mine felt magnificent.
My lips found her neck as I grabbed a fistful of delicate lace and yanked it clean off her body. I braced my weight on my elbows, and when I looked down and saw Sophia’s head thrown back, her eyes closed and her arms extended out over her head, grabbing the comforter for dear life, I knew I was in fucking love with her.
I was so crazed for her, my original intention was to just drive home inside her the second her clothes were off, but once the scent of her arousal hit my nostrils, I knew I had to taste her. The virgin in me was secretly comforted by the fact that Sophia was so inexperienced she wouldn’t have a clue if I was doing anything wrong. But the beast in me had read enough books and watched enough smut to know I wouldn’t settle for anything less than making it an experience she’ll never forget.
Sophia didn’t protest when I slid my way down her body and pushed her thighs open with my hands. And, Sweet Jesus, the sight before me was unlike anything I’d ever anticipated.
Porn wasn’t real. Porn was paid actors pretending to enjoy sex. The expressions were fake, the talk was exaggerated, the bodies were enhanced, and the scripts were ridiculous. And if you ever decide to watch porn, note how the woman is so concentrated on the fake expressions and unrealistic reactions that her body is almost always perfectly shaved anddry. If her body does eventually start to lubricate itself, it’s after she’s got the dick already inside her; almost never beforehand.
But Sophia’s hot as fuck little moans and whimpers were all real. And I knew this because, positioned in between her sweet thighs the way I was, I could see how she was covered in glistening cream. And that was all the encouragement I needed.
I took one long, deep whiff, committing her scent to memory before my tongue darted out and licked her from her virgin opening to her hard, pulsing button.
Sophia’s body bowed, and she cried out my name in the deepest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard. “Oh, God, Michael!”
The hold I had on the inside of her thighs was so tight, I knew she’d be sporting bruises later, but the more I tasted her on my tongue, the less of an issue the bruising became. All I could think about was how extraordinary Sophia’s signature flavor tasted. I did my best to remember everything I’d ever read or seen about how to eat a woman’s pussy so thoroughly that she was guaranteed to cum. But soon enough, I didn’t even have to think about it anymore.
