Chapter Nine

Tara

Somehow, we make it to the bedroom, and the moment the door closes behind us, David immediately pulls me against his body. Burying his fingers deep in my hair he tilts my head to the angle he wants, and takes my mouth with searing possession, tasting me with slow, deep licks.

His passion and hunger explode across my senses, and I whimper helplessly, my hands tangling in his shirt. His answering groan vibrates through me, sending goosebumps racing across my skin and causing my nipples to tighten in response. I melt into him, my fingers sinking into the silky, slightly silver mane of his hair. I fall into the kiss, shamelessly swept away by the lush carnality of it.

He pulls back and a whine of protest escapes my throat. He drops his forehead to mine, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine.

"Are you sure about this, Tara?" He asks gently, his hands sliding down my shoulders, leaving a hot trail in their wake. "I can wait until you're ready, no matter how long that takes."

I look searchingly into his eyes, my heart skipping and tightening simultaneously at the raw, intense emotion in her piercing blue eyes. I can see the lust in his eyes, feel the evidence of his arousal right yet he's willing to wait until I'm ready?

Could I ever be more ready than I am right now?

Instead of answering him, I reach under his shirt, seeking and finding his warm, firm skin. His muscles are hard and ridged beneath my palms, his body a seductive and virile work of art. I lean upward to lick his lips, my teeth catching the full curve along the bottom, and I sink them in gently. David groans. The sound of his pleasure slides over me in an electrifying caress.

"God, Tara… you're killing me," he murmurs huskily then grabs my wrist and puts my hand between us, thrusting his cock shamelessly into my palm, grinding. "Feel what you do to me?"

My fingers curl instinctively around the thick, heavy length, my pulse quickening at the sheer size of him.

"Fuck, Tara!" he hisses tightly even as he leans into my touch. "Where the hell did you learn to do that? Don't stop."

His blue eyes remain fiercely locked on my face; his cheeks flushed and his sculpted lips part. I love that he doesn't try to hide the effect I have on him. The mere idea that he doesn't have any more control over his response to me than I do to him bolsters my confidence and makes me want to pleasure him more. My chest tightens as I watch him let go of control. Even at this moment, I find it hard to believe that this powerful, incredibly handsome, dangerously sexy man is all mine. Mine .

David suddenly jerks away from me, muttering a soft curse under his breath. "I- I can't take it anymore. Take off your clothes, Tara."

It was an order, one that sent a shiver of excitement and apprehension down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I lift the hem of my sweatshirt over my head.

David watches me as I undress, slowly, his eyes keenly following every item of clothing that goes off until I'm standing in front of him, completely naked.

He inhales sharply, his eyes growing darker by the moment. "Ah, Tara," he breathes, his voice throbbing with emotion that makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time.

He yanks his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Then he reaches for me, and hesitates slightly, prolonging the moment when our bare skin would touch. Then he grips my waist, his fingers flexing restlessly, his breathing quick and harsh. My nipples touch him first, sending a sudden rush of sensation throughout my body. I let out a soft gasp. He suddenly crushes me to him with a soft growl, lifting my feet from the floor and carrying me backward toward the bed.

My thighs hit the mattress and I land on my butt, falling to my back with David leaning over me. He hitches me up with an arm banded around my back, centering me on the bed before he settles above me.

Before I know it, his mouth is on my nipples, his lips soft and warm as he suckles greedily. He plumps my breasts in his hand, kneading possessively.

"Christ, I want you so badly," he groans, his skin hot against my cool flesh. I arch into him, welcoming his weight. I hook my legs around his calves and pull him by his waistband, tugging him into me, arching my hips to feel his erection through the cotton that separates us.

I don't care that I'm being wanton, I want him so badly that a plea falls off my lips. "Please…"

"Tell me what you want, baby," he murmurs, his voice seductive, coaxing. "Say it."

I swallow hard, licking my lips nervously. "I- I want you to touch me."

"Where?"

I press my lips together and heat engulfs my skin. "Everywhere."

"You have to be specific, love."

I snap my eyes shut and let the words spill out of my lips in a rush: "I want to feel you inside of me!"

A moment of silence follows my declaration. Then I hear the soft sound of his chuckle and feel the deep rumble against my chest. I open my eyes to glare playfully at him, but he only laughs harder.

"How can you be so damn adorable and sexy at the same time?" He asks in a light tone that contradicts the raw intensity in his eyes.

I don't have time to respond because his hand has suddenly cupped my buttock, deftly lifting me as he switches our position so I am sitting on his lap. I gasp loudly as the pleasure radiates through me, my nipples beading hard and tight against his chest. I whimper lightly as my core tightens painfully, aching for a relief that only he can grant.

"Touch me, Tara," he says, his voice heavy with need. "I want your hands on me."

I place my hands on his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I caress his back, down to his hips. He arches into the rough caress with a low growl, his head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon.

"Again," he orders gruffly, his face flushed, and lips parted.

Surging upward, I sink my teeth into his chest, just over his heart. David hisses softly, his body quivering beneath my touch. I moan loudly, unable to contain the ferocious swell of emotion that rises in my chest. I slide my tongue over the slight indentations left by my teeth and he lets out a gruff moan, rocking his hips so his cock slides through the parted lips of my sex.

"My turn," he whispers darkly. His biceps bulge sensuously as he adjusts his body, leaning on one hand. He raises the other hand to my breast, squeezing possessively as he fastens his mouth on my aching nipple. His mouth feels scorching hot on my breast, his tongue swirling and teasing the aching lump, then sinks his teeth into my nipple. I let out a small cry of pleasure, my body jerking as sharp hunger arrows to my core.

I clutch at his hair, too far gone to be gentle. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing tightly, echoing my need to claim him. Possess him. Make him mine.

"David," I moan helplessly, unable to voice the consuming need ravaging my body.

He looks at me with a wicked grin. "I'm here baby, be patient. I want to fuck you right," he breathes, nibbling across my cleavage to my other breast. His expert fingers tug at the wet nipple he'd left behind, pinching it gently. My breasts are heavy, my sex swollen with my desire for him.

He slides back onto his knees and rises, his thighs spread between mine, his cock thick and hard and bobbing under its weight.

Everything in me tightens with ravenous greed. He's so beautiful with his perfectly carved body and chiseled abs. Everything down to his thick, slightly curved penis is majestic. Powerful. And I feel a sudden surge of happiness at the thought that this beautiful man is all mine.

I let out a whimper.

"Tell me what you need, little bird," he says, lifting my leg and planting a kiss to my calf. I can feel myself slowly inching closer to him, almost entirely unconsciously.

"I…" I lose my words as he nips my calf. I regain thought and continue "I want to feel your cock inside of me," I get out. His eyes become a stormy sea at my words.

"Oh, Tara," he growls, taking my mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. Lifting me, he moves, turning us so that his back is to the headboard and I'm spread over him. Our flesh slides against each other, slickened by sweat. His hands roam my body, his muscled body flexing powerfully.

He reaches between my legs, his fingers delving reverently into my cleft. The roughened pads stroke over my clit and skirt the trembling opening to my sex. With my lips pressed to his mouth, I moan deeply, unconsciously rocking my hips. He fingers me leisurely, building my need, his kiss gentling into a slow, deep fucking of my mouth.

I can't seem to breathe from pleasure overload. My body quivers as he cups me in his hand, his long middle finger sliding lazily into me. His palm rubs against my clit, his fingertip stroking over delicate tissues. With his other hand, he grips my hip, holding me in place, restraining me as I writhe helplessly in pleasure.

Despite his display of control, I can feel his body trembling, his chest heaving forcefully as he continues to drive me crazy with his hands.

"God, you're dripping for me, baby," he mutters. I've never been as turned on in my life as I am in this moment. It's like he already knows everything about my body, and I love it.

Just as I feel myself reaching a climax, he softly curses, and withdraws his fingers from my sheath. He shocks me when he lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks my remaining arousal from it, before leaning down to give me another deep kiss, the remnants of my own taste mingling with the divine flavor of his mouth.

Next thing I know, he yanks me forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, his raging cock driving into me.

I let out a shrill scream, reflexively gripping his shoulders as my sex ripples uncontrollably around him. He suddenly freezes, his expression instantly morphing into shock and guilt.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I was so carried away. I… fuck!"

"You didn't hurt me, David," I say, shifting slightly to adjust to the feeling of him inside of me, so deep. "Just a little soreness but it's not something I can't take."

"Are you sure?" He asks, his eyes filled with concern as the searing mine.

"Yes," I reply and lean forward to place a reassuring kiss on his forehead. "I'm fine, now can you fuck me, please?"

"As you wish, my lady," he says, then slams into me with a force that has me jerking forward.

I close my eyes, letting my instinct take over. My hips started to move of their own volition, my thighs clenching and releasing as I focused only on the moment, on the man that's come to claim my heart.

"Oh, fuck yes!" David moans hoarsely, his hips bucking ferociously into mine. He drops his hands, one grasping my breast while the other lays a light squeeze around my neck as our bodies slam against each other. His biceps clench and flex with his movements. His abs tighten every time I take him to the hilt, the rigid lacing of muscles glistening with sweat.

He closes his eyes and lets go, giving himself up to me. Undulating my hips, I take my pleasure, moaning his name. My core clenches rhythmically, my orgasm rushing up too quickly. I falter, suddenly overwhelmed.

"Please, David" I gasp. "I- I can't anymore."

He catches me by the nape and he slides down until we are both flat on the bed. Then he pins me tightly, holding me immobile. He starts to thrust upward, his thrusts powerful and precise. The friction of his thick cock rubbing and surging was too much. I scream his name as my body succumbs to a second wave of orgasm. I shudder violently, my nails digging into his unyielding muscles, my mouth opened to draw in desperate breaths of air.

David flips me over so I'm under him. He thrusts into me a few more times, hard and fast, his eyes fastened to mine. Suddenly, he pulls out of me with a beastly growl. His cock, hot and wet with my fluid, lands on my lower stomach.

"Oh, Tara," he grits out, his jaw and neck taut with strain as he starts to come, spurting hot and hard on my skin. "Tara…"

We lay there for a few moments catching our breath. I can't believe I just lost my virginity to this perfect, handsome, caring man. I can't even begin to hide my joy and I start giggling as I say, "That was incredible, I am so glad I waited for you." I turn towards him, and he wraps his arm around my waist.

"I'm glad you waited for me too, little bird. It's you and me now, no one else," he says, slowly stroking his arm up and down my back.

"Deal," I reply, so content that he wants me the way I want him. I think this is the start of forever.