Page 266 of Now and Forever

Chapter 94

Callum

My eyes roved over her now naked body on the bed, legs partially parted, indicating that she was a tad shy, but willing to pull through if I asked her to spread wider.

I wasn’t sure if it was because we were in the bedroom that she seemed so reluctant to open herself to me because she didn’t seem shy when she was urging me on less than ten minutes ago.

My initial plan to be indifferent was certainly out of the question now as I watched Stella look at me with questioning eyes; probably wondering why I hadn’t moved an inch and taken that innocence she was offering to me.

That’s the thing about me that I knew so well… I didn’t fuck slow. I fucked hard and fast. Slow was for lovemaking, which was not part of my agenda. So if I had to go through this ordeal, I might have to go beyond what I was normally comfortable with, which was another thing that had daunted me starting this whole process.

Two days, I said, but how sure was I that I could hold off for that long a time?

Tonight was about her… pleasing her while I tested her body, pushing it further so that it could easily take me when I did finally fuck her. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my size, especially for a virgin, because I could easily rip her apart.

Hell, it was her first time, so I wanted this experience to be memorable, but most of all, I wanted her to enjoy it, too.

“Open your legs for me,” I commanded, still rooted on the spot, eyes not leaving her now spread pussy, glistening with temptation.

My dick was begging to be released from its confinement, but I wasn’t having any of that. “Touch yourself, Stella.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath.

“Are you toying with me, Cal?” she questioned skeptically.

The last thing I wanted was to toy, as she put it, because the fevered way my body was responding to her was feral. So no, I didn’t want to toy. I wanted to fuck her brains out, but I knew I couldn’t since this was Stella.

“No… I am not.” Since my urgings were far more damaging than pleasurable considering her virginal state, I had to be creative. After all, the main goal here was to get Stella well stimulated, energized and… wanting.

When she didn’t do as I asked, I had no choice other than to settle next to her and part her legs with no resistance. Her pussy was stirring all kinds of things in my head. With the use of my thumb, I reached out and rubbed the clitoral area, focusing on that little button that seemed to evoke the sexiest moans from her.

“Do you touch yourself, Stella?”

She pressed her lips together before nodding. “Sometimes…”

Still rubbing her clit, I looked into her eyes and not down south. It was a fight not to, but I had to play a role here… well, for as long as I could keep it up. “How do you like me touching you now?”

Her breathing hitched. Her rosy buds looked too inviting, yet I knew I had to take my time, much to my throbbing dick’s disapproval.

“You feel good, Cal—”

Fuck… “Open your legs further apart. I want to taste you.” What? How the heck did that come about? I was planning to play with her clit, but my mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.

Desire pooled in those crystal eyes and I yearned to see the heat sear into her eyes, burning for me.

My trail of thoughts was shocking to me, however I wasn’t going to lie, the thought of taking her virginity kept my blood boiling. The animal in me—the possessive part—rejoiced at the thought of being her first man. She was pure, untouched and delectable. What more could I ask? I was sure, from here on out, each time I thought of Stella, I would always be transported to the time I took her purity.

Stella splayed into this position was pushing my limits. Her hymen—the tiny skin—was evident from my view.

Moving onto the bed, I situated myself on my knees in between her thighs. Her heady, musky scent made my senses sing. The sight of her pink, untried slit was epic beauty for my eyes.

“My God!” Stella yelped as my tongue took a long swipe against her sweet cunt.

It all went a little crazy from there.

Her moans took me to the edge of my resistance as I devoured her juicy pussy. Stella writhing, lifting her hips, offering it more as I sucked on her essence, was the hottest thing to witness. I didn’t know what was more of a torture, Stella’s moans or her body’s reaction to my ministrations.

I knew I had to do something to relieve myself, so I had to pull my cock out of my swim shorts and stroke it slowly. A few minutes later, my hips started to grind on their own accord, humping the sheets of the bed as I paid homage to her sweetness.

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