Page 11 of Guardian's Touch

Besides, I need to know how he tastes. I need to hear him moan my name while I make him feel as good as he made me feel.

So even though I don't really know what I'm doing, and my heart’s racing out of control, I slide down until my face is level with his crotch. My hand shakes, but I lift the sheet and reveal his enormous, erect dick. I've seen them before but never in person and definitely never this close-up. It's thick, veiny, and it twitches in my hand when I wrap my fingers around it.

He mutters in his sleep but doesn't move. Now I'm feeling a little bolder and more determined. I part my lips and let him into my mouth, only getting around halfway down before I gag a little. The skin is like silk even though he's so hard, and a faintly salty taste spreads across my tongue.

“What... What the hell are you doing?” His voice is thick with sleep but full of surprise. I don't stop to answer, only bobbing my head up and down in a slow rhythm while watching him from the corner of my eye. I don't know what I'm doing, but it must feel good because his eyes close, and his head falls back.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, moving his fingers in my hair. “I should stop you. I really should. But fuck, that feels good.”

I'm doing it. I'm making him feel good. I could cry from happiness.

“Use your tongue,” he grunts, lifting his hips to sink deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. “Harder. Suck harder. I knew you would be good.”

He knew I would be good?He's been thinking about this.I wonder if we've fantasized about the same thing at the same time, separated only by the wall between our bedrooms. I wonder if he’s jerked off while I touched myself and imagined my fingers were his.

The thought makes my already wet pussy ache. I want to touch myself so badly, but this is more important. Especially now that I know he’s wanted this. I need to make it good.

Besides, there’s something powerful about it. Knowing I can do this to him. That even though he’s probably told himself it’s all wrong, he can’t help but give in. His grunts and sighs are music to my ears as I lose myself in the rhythm we set together. I want him to come. I need him to come.

That’s why my heart sinks when he pulls my head away. “Not like this,” he pants. His teeth are gritted, his eyes filled with lust as he rolls me onto my back.

I can’t believe it. This is happening. What I wanted more than anything in the world. “Tell me what to do. Tell me how you want me. I’ll do anything for you,” I vow, and I mean it with all my heart.

“Spread your legs. Are you wet for me?” Instead of waiting for me to answer, he finds out for himself, sliding his fingers through my dripping slit. “Oh, yeah. And so hot. Do you want me to take this pussy? You want me to be your first?”

“Please,” I plead. I don't care if it makes me look desperate or pathetic. I need him too badly.

“Just relax.” He lowers himself over me, close enough for our mouths to touch. His kiss is soft, sweet, tantalizing. All he's doing is driving me crazy, kissing me until I’m almost sobbing with frustration.

And he knows it, smirking when he lifts his head to look into my eyes. “There's no going back from this,” he warns. “Once I have you, you’re mine. Always.”

I've never heard anything better.

The pressure against my virgin pussy makes me gasp. He’s so wide. How can I take him inside me, no matter how much I want to?

“I’ll take it easy,” he promises. The feather-light touch of his lips against mine eases my fear until I’m relaxed and ready.

He slowly presses forward until he's inside me.

“So big!” I gasp. A blinding flash of pain freezes me at first, but soon it turns into something sweeter.

“That’s nothing.” He’s barely breathing, his teeth gritted, his face flushed. Like it's killing him to stay still.

He’s doing it for me. For my sake. I didn't know it was possible to love somebody this much.

“I'm okay,” I whisper, smiling, and he takes that as his cue to go deeper. So deep I'm afraid he'll split me in half, but I wouldn't stop him for anything. Not when it feels this good, body and soul. Being in his arms, with my arms around him, locked together like this.

“Camilla,” he moans, helpless. A powerful man like this, helpless because of me. “I need to fuck you. I have to.”

His words ignite the desire already pooling in my core. “Yes,” I moan, pulling him deeper with my legs. “Fuck me. Please.” I want to feel everything. All of him.

And he gives it to me. Every inch, deeper and harder with each stroke. Grinding against my clit, grunting in my ear while the heat from his breath sent shivers racing through me.

“So fucking tight.” He pushes himself up on his palms, eyes closed, his abs clenching with every thrust. “Holy shit, so tight. All for me.”

“Yes,” I moan, moving with him, hanging between pain and pleasure while he stretches my sensitive flesh.

“Do you like it? Do you like what my cock does to you?”

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