Page 22 of Chaos
My brain short-circuits. “Are you sayin’ you're a virgin?"
"Yeah." Her voice is small, but she meets my gaze again.
Holy fuck. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, but my mind's reeling. She's untouched. And she’s with me. Me, with all my scars and sins. "How far you gone with anyone? Tell me."
"Nothing," she admits, voice steady now. “I haven’t done anything. No one's ever touched me. You were my first kiss. My first real one."
Pride swells in my chest. Pride and possessiveness. Call me a caveman, I don’t fucking care. She's mine. All mine. No one else's hands on her, no memories but the ones I'll give her. But it changes things.
I ain’t about to have her first time be hard and rough with a half-drunk fucker rutting into her like some animal. No, she deserves time and attention and care. Tonight ain't gonna beabout me. I’ll wait. I’ll take it slow for her. My dick will hate me, but my girl deserves it. I'm gonna worship her. Make her come so hard she sees stars, show her what pleasure really is.
"Tonight's all for you, baby," I rasp, voice rough with restraint. “I’ll make you feel so good. No cock in that tight little pussy yet. Just my fingers, my tongue. You tell me if it's too much, got it?”
She nods, eyes gleaming with trust. "I want you, Jace. Anything and everything with you.”
Fuck, those words undo me. I lean down, kissing her deep, then trail my mouth lower. Suck on her neck, her collarbone, down to those perky tits. I take one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue, grazing with my teeth. She arches, moaning, her fingers tangling in my hair. I switch to the other, pinching the first between my fingers, rolling it until she's writhing.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I murmur against her skin. "Your nipples are so sensitive. Bet I could make you come just from suckin' 'em."
She whimpers, and I slide lower, kissing her stomach, her hips. Fuck, she's wet for me. I settle between her thighs, my breath hot on her skin. "Look at this pretty little pussy. All mine. All swollen for me. Gonna lick it until you're screamin'."
Her clit peeks out above her glistening pussy, begging for attention. I blow a breath over it, watching her shiver. She squirms, embarrassed but turned on, and I grin wickedly. "Gonna make you come on my tongue first.”
I dive in, tongue flat against her slit, lapping up her juices. She tastes like heaven—sweet and tangy, all mine. Her hips buck, a cry escaping her lips. I hold her down with one arm across her belly, using the other to part her folds. I circle her clit with my tongue, slow at first, then faster, flicking it until she's panting.
"Oh God, Jace…that feels..."
I suck her clit into my mouth, humming, and her body trembles. But I don't stop. I slide one finger inside her—fuck, she's tight, walls clenching like a vice. I pump slow while my tongue works her clit relentlessly.
"You're so fuckin' tight, baby," I growl against her. "Gonna stretch you with my fingers. Imagine my cock in here, fillin' you up."
She moans louder, hips grinding against my face. I add a second finger, scissoring them, stretching her gently.
"Feel that? Gonna finger-fuck this tight cunt till you scream."
She gasps, hands fisting the sheets as I pump my fingers, curling them to hit that spot inside. My mouth latches back on her clit, sucking hard, tongue lashing. Her body's shaking, breaths coming in pants. "I... I feel... something..."
"Come for me, baby," I demand, voice rough. "Let go. Soak my fingers."
She shatters, back arching, a keening cry ripping from her throat. Her pussy pulses around my digits, juices flooding my hand. I lap it up, drawing out every aftershock, until she's limp and gasping.
"Good girl," I praise, kissing her inner thigh. "That's one."
I crawl up, claiming her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She's dazed, eyes glassy with pleasure, and it makes my cock jump.
"Shower time," I say, scooping her up like she weighs nothing. She yelps, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I carry her to the bathroom, kicking the door open.
The shower's big enough for two—hell, three if we wanted, but I won’t be sharing my girl. I crank the hot water, steam filling the air, and step under the spray with her in my arms. Water cascades over us, soaking her hair, running in rivulets down her curves.
I set her on her feet, grabbing the soap, lathering my hands. “I’m gonna wash you, baby. Every inch."
Starting at her shoulders, I massage the suds in, working down her arms, her back. She leans into me, sighing, and I turn her, soaping her tits, pinching her nipples until she moans. "Like that? My hands on you?"
"Yes," she whispers, eyes half-lidded.
I drop to my knees, water pounding my back, and wash her legs, thumbs digging into her thighs. Then up to her pussy, fingers sliding through her folds again, cleaning but teasing. She's sensitive, jumping at my touch.
"Spread for me," I order, and she does, bracing on the wall.
