Page 77 of Hell of a Mess
My cock jerked at the thought of her needing me for sexual pleasure. I’d never wanted a woman to get clingy, and the ones who had tried, I’d cut off completely.
But they didn’t have ocean eyes that seemed to lock me in and hold me.
Had I ever been with a virgin? No. I was pretty damn sure I’d never fucked a virgin. I’d lost my virginity to a girl five years older than me when I was fourteen. It was older women until I turned twenty-two, and then I’d started going younger. But never virgins.
I was caressing her cheek as she stood there quietly.
Taking a step closer to her, I cupped her face with both hands, and my gaze drifted over her perfect, delicate features until it came to her mouth. I’d not imagined kissing it. Kissing wasn’t something I did. It was intimate, and I just fucked. I didn’t do the sweet shit.
I heard her swift intake of air as I lowered my head. A smile curled the corners of my mouth. The soft satin of her lips brushed against mine, and I flicked my tongue out to taste hers. The touch had her parting her lips, and I took the invitation, moving a hand to the back of her head and sinking my fingers into her hair as I dived in.
Honey. She fucking tasted like honey.
I licked at her tongue, and she eagerly met mine while pressing her tits against my chest, as if she couldn’t get close enough tome. I’d never understood kissing. I’d thought it was a waste of time. But like everything with Lace, it was intoxicating.
I started to pick her up and remembered her ribs. Fuck, I wanted her on my lap. Breaking the kiss, I grabbed the chair closest to me and pulled it out, then sat down in it.
She stood there, panting, with her tits still on display and a dazed look in her eyes.
I held out my hand. “Straddle me,” I told her, and she did so without hesitation.
I pulled her dress up as she went to sit, then took her thighs and slid her as close as she could get. To where her pussy sat directly on my cock.
“AH!” she cried out, grabbing my biceps when the hardness rubbed against her clit.
“I want more of that mouth,” I told her as I slid my fingers back into her hair and pulled her mouth to meet mine.
With my other hand, I squeezed and played with one of her breasts while she met every thrust of my tongue with eagerness. I bit down lightly on her bottom lip.
“Rock on my dick,” I instructed. “Rub your pussy on the bulge.”
A low moan of pleasure came from her as her hand fisted the sleeve of my shirt. As much as I wanted her doing this with no barrier, I knew she needed a few orgasms before I shoved my cock inside her tight virgin hole.
“That’s it,” I said against her lips. “Rub that needy pussy.”
“Oh,” she breathed, tearing her lips off mine and staring at me with her mouth open. She was close.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
Her expression looked panicked. She was about to come.
“I’m gonna let you come, sugar. It’s just gonna be on my face.”
She moved then, sliding off my lap quickly. I hid my grin and stood up, then took her hand and turned her around until her back was to the table.
“Hop up on it and lie back.”
That caused her to pause. “On…on the table?”
“On the table. It’s where you eat, and I’m about to eat you.”
Desire flamed brighter in her eyes as her chest rose and fell rapidly. She tried to pull up her skirt with one hand, and I went to do it for her.
“Will it hurt if I lift you?” I asked her.
She shook her head, and I slid one hand under her armpit and slid the other just below her ass, not wanting to grab her ribs. She was so damn light that I could have done it with one hand. Once she was up there, I took the bottom of her dress and pulled it up and over her head, then tossed it aside.
I’d seen most of her naked before, but not like this. The wrapping was off her ribs now, and the bruising was fading away. There was just a faint yellow left behind.
