Page 22 of Blade's Boo

Her words rocked me figuratively back on my heels and left me speechless. How the fuck did she come to that conclusion from what happened? The hurt was noticeable in her voice and in her expression. When I didn’t say anything, she went to get up. I grabbed her and held her down.

“I wasn’t disgusted by what we did for even an instant, baby. I was trying not to push you too far, too fast. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to do more with me. I know you hadn’t ever experienced that, and I didn’t want your desire-filled brain to say yes to more. It would have killed me to take it all the way and have you hate me later. I told you that I didn’t want you to regret it.”

“I thought that was an excuse.”

“Until we did that, I was sure you were going to tell me that you’d decided not to be with me. I’m not sure if that wasn’t really the case anyway. You hadn’t given me your decision after three days.”

“God, I know I’ve lived a sheltered and messed-up life, but what gives you the idea I can’t make a decision and stick to it? I took three days to be sure I’d considered everything. I didn’t want to make a mistake that I’d have to try and get out of later. I planned to call you this morning and ask you to come over so we could talk about what I’d decided. Only you jumped the gun, turned me crazy with lust, then ran. I had to get away and think. I asked Neriah to meet me to bounce my thoughts off someone who could partially relate to me. She spent time in that world. Bryony coming along was a nice surprise. They told me men are stupid and fuck up all the time. That I should make you beg, eventually put you out of your misery, then screw your brains out.”

I couldn’t hold back my snort of laughter. That sounded like something they’d say. She glared at me.

“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at how right they are. We are stupid and need to beg for forgiveness a lot. Or at least what I’ve seen from my married brothers, it’s true. We like to problem solve everything, even if it’s not ours to solve. They’re right about something else too. You should screw my brains out. There’s nothing I’d love more than to have you naked like you were last night. Only this time, I won’t be leaving halfway through. We’d finish what we started, and I’d use every move I know to convince you I’m the one for you and no one will ever love you or give you more pleasure than I can. I’m done messing this up. Come with me.” I stood up and held out my hand.

“Where are we going?”

“To your bedroom, so I can show you what I should’ve shown you last night. I’m going to ravish that body and make you come over and over until we’re both so sated, we can’t move. Then we’ll rest and start all over again. I’m going to show you how a real man makes love to his woman. He makes sure her pleasure comes first,” I growled, as I swung her up in my arms and walked to her room. Her squeak of surprise was adorable. She didn’t fight me or protest. I kicked the door shut and laid her on the bed. I shed my boots and cut, then tugged off her shoes. She was watching every move I made.

Her breathing picked up and a flush stained her cheeks. I bet if I felt her breasts, her nipples would be hard and the treasure between her legs would be slick with her cream. I stretched myself over top of her and inched her top up. She rose enough to allow me to take it off. Her willingness to help told me she was ready even though I could detect some nervousness in her.

“I’ll only go as fast and far as you want, Boo. If you want me to stop at any time, even if I’m already deep inside of you, then just say the word. I’ll never make you give me what you don’t want.”

“Adam, I know that. I do. I’m nervous but not because I don’t want to do this. It’s because it’s never been something I’ve been a real partner in. Does that make sense?”

I nodded. What she was telling me was, she’d always been forced to allow a man to use her body. She’d never been involved, aroused, or wanting any part of it. The thought of making her feel like that again in any way terrified me.

I focused back on her. Her amazing breasts were covered by a dark-blue lacy bra. It was sexy, but I wanted to see what was underneath. Surely, the real thing was better than even my memories, which were vivid. Seeing it had a front closure, I flipped it open and moved the cups to the side. I groaned at the sight. They were better.

Both were firm and full. Grasping one in my hand, it fit perfectly. Her nipples were a dusky pink, and they were taut. I tugged on the nipple of the breast I was kneading. She moaned. I had to taste them and see if I could bring her to an orgasm just by touching them. I sucked her other nipple into my mouth and laved it with my tongue.

I sucked both of them, taking turns with them as I kneaded the other. Hearing her breathing pick up, I took a chance and bit down then tugged on one of her nipples. She hissed, but she didn’t tell me to stop. Liking her reaction, I began to do the same to both nipples in between sucking and licking them. Her hips wiggled on the bed. She still had her pants on. I would be removing those soon. Pushing her breasts together, I ran my tongue between them. She whimpered.

“Do you know what I want to do to these beauties one day?”

“No, what?” she mumbled.

“I want to oil them up, then while you squeeze them together like this, I’m gonna slide my cock between them and fuck your breasts until I come.”

I worried for a moment that I’d gone too far when she didn’t say anything. That was hardly the worst of my sexual desires. I was a man with a very healthy and varied sexual appetite. I wanted to show her what she had been missing. I looked up at her when she didn’t say anything. The heat in her eyes told me she liked the idea.

“Will you let me do that, Boo? Will you let me fuck your tits then come all over them and maybe even in your mouth one day? You could suck the head of my cock every time it peeks out of the top.” My cock was twitching in my pants, liking the idea. The fucker was dying to be out of his confines and inside of her, any way he could.

“Oh my God, Adam, you can’t say those things to me,” she moaned.

“Why not?”

“Because they make me feel things. I’m tingling and getting wetter.”

“Oh, does my dirty talk make you horny, Boo? How wet is that pretty pussy? I think I should check. Don’t you?”

I let go of her breasts and ran my hands to her pants. I undid the button and zipper before sliding a hand underneath her panties and into her folds. Damn! She was soaked. She cried out as my fingers parted her lips and rubbed over her clit.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“I won’t. Not until you come for me and beg me to stop. I need these pants off though.”

I removed my hand and made short work of getting her pants, panties and socks off her. She was totally naked. I feasted my eyes on her gorgeous body. I was about to spread her legs and get back to business when she stopped me.

“I want to see you. Please? Last time you saw me, but I didn’t get to see you.”

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