Page 47 of His Little Sapphire

“Are you going to feel guilty about it?”

“No, Sir.” I shake my head again.

He strokes my back and eases his hands around to cup my breasts. As he toys with the hoops, he continues talking. “Is it sinful?”

“No, Papi. It’s healthy and good and meant to be enjoyed.” He’s pounded this into my head for four weeks until I’ve finally wrapped my head around the concept. I know this is what he’s been waiting for. He doesn’t want me to regret it. He wants me to think of nothing but how good it feels.

His voice is lower when he asks, “Is your pussy wet for me, Little one?”

“Yes, Papi.” My pussy is soaked.

“Mmm. I don’t know if you’re ready,” he teases.

I press myself against him and do something I’ve never done before. I boldly reach between his spread legs and cup his erection. My heavens, it’s so thick and long. I’ve never seen it, but I’m capable of noticing when he’s aroused. It fills his black pants every time it thickens. Sometimes he winces.

He moans as I stroke him through his pants. I’ve never done anything so bold before. I’m feeling daring, especially since he hasn’t stopped me. “Can I see it?”

He smiles. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom, yeah?”

“If you want.” I shrug nonchalantly as if I’ve had sex so many times I don’t care where we do it. The truth is I hardly know what the hell to expect. Physically, I get it. I’ve had so many things inside me I understand that part. But the emotional part is going to be intense.

He swings me up into his arms and carries me from the room, raining kisses all over my face. “Naughty girl.”

I giggle. “Yournaughty girl.”

“That’s the truth.” When he reaches the bed in his room, he drops me from high enough that I bounce. He removes my diaper a second later and pulls me to the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs wide and lowering his mouth to suckle my pussy so fast my head spins.

“Don’t people have sex in the kitchen sometimes too?” I ask, trying not to get completely swept away yet. I fist the sheets at my sides, fighting the growing arousal.

He laughs as he releases me and stands over me, his palms at my sides, his gaze roaming up and down my frame. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.”

I set my palms on his fantastic chest and feel his muscles. “Haveyouever had sex in the kitchen?” I ask. For some reason that thought bothers me. Why am I worried about his previous sexual experiences right now?

His brows furrow, and he stares at me a second. “Chrissy, I’ve never had sex in my life. Not with a live human anyway. I have toys. But, until we claim a mate from Earth, there’s no one to have sex with.”

Oh. Lordy. Right. Why didn’t I think of this? I kind of like knowing we’re both in this for the first time. I stroke my hands up to his neck. “You’re all mine,” I whisper.

He bends and flicks one of my nipples with his tongue. “And you’re all mine.”

“Maybe you should take your pants off. I hear it’s much easier that way.”

He chuckles. “Such a witty girl.” But he rises and shimmies out of his pants.

I can feel his eyes on mine the entire time, but all I can do is stare in disbelief as his rod comes into view. I tug my thighs together instinctively. None of the fake erections he’s used in me have been anywhere near as large as the appendage he’s now stroking from base to tip.

“It’ll fit, Baby girl. You’ll see. The stretch will be tight at first, but it will feel amazing. You’re ready.”

I swallow as I watch the white substance leak from the tip. “Do we need condoms?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t have any diseases, and we can’t procreate, remember? We’re not compatible enough for that.”

“Right.” I’m kind of relieved. I don’t really want to share Papi with a baby. I don’t think I have the skills to be a mother.

He scoots me back and climbs over me, hovering. His erection bobs between us, enormous and growing larger by the moment.

I’m scared. “Papi…” I whimper.

He leans over and tongues my nipple again. This time he pierces me with his quill. Several times actually. By the time he releases my nipple to treat the other to the same torment, I’m a writhing ball of need with no care in the world.

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