Page 46 of The Disputed Legacy
That wasn’t right. A man had touched her before. She couldn’t have a child and be untouched or a virgin. Suspicions tried to form in my mind, but I was beholden to feeling instead of thinking, just like I wanted her to do.
“Never felt this?” I asked as I pulled at her waitressing uniform. The top gave way to my grip. Buttons popped and went flying. The satiny white cups of her bra pushed up as she breathed deeper, aroused and excited as I revealed her. Before she could hesitate or protest, I shoved the light-blue fabric of her shirt further aside to tug one cup down. With my hand at her back, I kept her in place as I lowered to taste her dusky pink nipple, licking then sucking the hard bud into my mouth.
“Oh!” She clutched at me, holding my head close. “Never,” she admitted as I gave both of her luscious tits the same treatment. She was too sweet. Too new to this. And I couldn’t believe that she could be mine.
As I walked her back toward the bed, my towel fell off and pooled between my feet. Her deep inhale and wide-open-eyed look suggested this was something else she hadn’t felt before, either. Of course, she had. But she’d never feltme, and that was just what I had to remember as I lowered her onto the mattress and followed her down.
“Never felt this?” I asked, bringing her hand up until she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
I grunted at the soft squeeze she gave me, staring into her eyes as she panted.
“Not… you,” she admitted. Stroking slowly, she watched me as she lay back further.
Then without warning, she released me and sat up. “Oscar.”
I kissed her, not letting her off the bed. “He’s fine.” I wasn’t telling her that to get my way. I hadn’t heard anything. “The door is locked.”
“But I heard?—”
I shook my head, realizing traces of fear were still controlling her. As soon as I kissed her deeply again and we both worked on getting her skirt off, she was putty in my hands once more.
If she lacked experience, it would be my pleasure to get her off—slowly, with my mouth and tongue, then my fingers, and only once she’d come multiple times, with my dick that strained and leaked pre-cum that smeared on her legs. And that was what I set out to do, no matter how much I ached to come in her. Going down her smooth stomach, I intended to take her on a slow trip of firsts. My fingers were already coated from sliding in and out of her slick, tight cunt, and I couldn’t wait to taste her juices as she moaned and arched into my touch, already so needy that I couldn’t bring myself to stop if I wanted to.
But a few minutes later, as I wondered how I’d stop myself from coming too soon, she jerked upright and stared at the door. Her panicked expression wouldn’t do.
“I think I heard?—”
I shook my head, gripping her hair and turning her to face me fully. “No, Willow. Stay with me here.”
She furrowed her brow, stuck between her paranoia and this exploration I was leading her on. It was clear she needed me to show her how to disengage from the trauma.
“I’m just?—”
“No,” I repeated, firm but tender as I leaned up and hauled her lower. “No more fear. No more what-ifs.” I notched my dick to her wet entrance, earning a soft whimper of need from her from how I continued to finger her and stretch her.
“Saul.” Whether it was a beg or a plea, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that I would give her what she wanted. What she needed.
“No more thinking.” I thrust into her, all the way to the hilt until my balls were snug against her slippery ass, her skin slick from her arousal dripping out so fast.
She arched, pushing her tits against my chest, and I clenched my jaw to bear through the temptation to just come already. She was that tight. That wet. She felt too damn good, but I slowed my drives and steadily withdrew and pumped back into her with patience I could barely believe I was capable of having.
“Just feel this,” I growled as I sped up a little. The wanton look in her eyes egged me on. The bite of her nails digging into my back spurred me to hurry. And the tight clench of her pussy warned me that she was closer to coming than I thought she might be yet.
“Feelme,” I ordered, pounding into her faster yet.
Her breasts bounced and swayed with the ferocity of my thrusts. Her mouth remained open with her parted lips as she strained to catch her breath. But it was her eyes, those deep pools of the richest green, that showed me how I’d succeeded.
As she came, she wasn’t afraid.
When her cunt gloved me, she wasn’t stuck in a trauma response.
Trembling and crying out, she was with me like this. Our first time to fuck and experience what felt like the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. Coming with her, I tensed and braced as I rammed my dick as deep as it could go in her. I growled, dropping down to cover her mouth with mine so she wouldn’tbe too loud and wake Oscar. And she caught on quickly. She was a fast learner, kissing me back and keeping her legs cinched around my waist tightly as I emptied my cum into her womb.
The smell of sex hung in the air. The whipped breaths we managed were the only sounds. In the privacy of her room, on this small bed, we lay together, limbs entwined and our sweaty skin gluing us as one.
I closed my eyes and relished this first.
My first.
