12. Edward
Hypnotized, I sat there staring at this beautiful woman as she crossed the distance between us. Rolling my chair out invitingly was all I was capable of doing, until she straddled me. Then my hands moved up her warm body and my head moved up to meet her lips as hers lowered.
It wasn’t a chaste kiss. Not like we had exchanged so far. At least not on my part.
Her innocence showed through every one of her moves. The way she pursed her lips and pressed them against mine, the way she sat down on me without having a clue of the storm of emotions she wrought up inside me.
Carefully I parted my lips, allowed my tongue to dart out and lick at her mouth. A tremor moved through her. I urged my tongue a bit more insistently against her and her lips parted.
I groaned out my desire for her. My tongue touched her teeth and they, too, carefully parted, opening for me like a flower’s petals to the early morning sun. I entered. Another tremor moved through her when our tongues met and my princess opened up for me fully.
Inexperienced, her tongue moved against mine as my hands moved up and down her back, her sides.
Her hands flung around my neck, played with my hair, touched the skin of my back and sent my cock into a state of hardness that bordered on painful.
I allowed my right hand to wander, down her hip, to her thigh. I brushed against something that piqued my curiosity, and gathered the hem of her skirt to touch her naked flesh. Instead, I found it covered by nylon, at least at first, before I brushed the skin of her thigh and… a clasp!
My innocent princess was wearing a garter belt!
My hips bucked against her, precum leaked down my shaft and my groan reverberated through the room. Good God.
I broke our kiss to take a steadying breath and nuzzled down her neck, licking and gently nipping at her tender skin. Slowly I unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse, waiting for any trace of her stopping me. Her increased breathing was the answer I was looking for and I unbuttoned her blouse fully, staring at a lacy, black bra, covering the curves of full breasts that moved up and down in rhythm with her breathing.
My fingers fluttered like the brush of a feather over a swollen curve, first one, then the other. A small hiss of pleasure encouraged me to go further.
I leaned around her, unclasped the lacy bra, and slid it down her shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” I rasped, swallowing dryly, because the sight of her round tits was more than I had expected. Pink nipples stood hard and erect in the center of two proud breasts, inviting me, teasing me.
Reverently, I placed one hand around a breast and enjoyed the tremble moving through her under my touch. I lowered my head and latched on to the other peak, sucking the hard pebble of her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, while her hands buried into my hair.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now.” I paused, looking up into the deep pools of her eyes. “Because I don’t know if I can if this goes any further.”
Her trembling hands began to unbutton my shirt in lieu of an answer.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I pressed, taking her hands into mine.
Her lips were swollen from our kiss, her eyes filled with the same desire that ravaged my body. She nodded.
“I’ve never had sex with a virgin before,” I admitted, but undeniably pleased that she was. “I promise I will be careful.”
She freed her hands from my grip and continued unbuttoning my shirt. Soon her palms roamed my chest, explored, and another deep groan escaped me.
At my urging she rose from her seated position on top of me to make it easier for me to lower her skirt’s zipper to remove the garment. . My eyes feasted on the black, lacy garter belt and panties she wore. My cock jerked inside my pants, eager to come out. For now I had other plans though.
I lifted her onto the desk, swiped everything out of the way, and lowered myself between her legs.
I moved the silky underwear aside and inhaled her sweet scent deeply before I gave a tentative lick against her opening.
“Oh!” The small sound ripped from her lips in surprise.
“That’s only the beginning, my sweet,” I promised, opening her folds and finding her glistening clit, swollen and ready.
I brought my head forward and licked against it. One stroke, two, her legs pressed against me, warm and silky.
The taste of her ambrosia had to come straight from the heavens. Heady and strong, it overwhelmed my senses as I lapped at her.
Her hips bucked and I grasped her hips with both hands, to hold her still. Her body surrendered to me. She leaned back on my desk and her mewling moans encouraged me to continue licking her to my heart’s desire.
She trembled more, her legs around me stiffened, announcing that she was on the cusp of coming, and I sucked her clit into my mouth, teased it with my tongue, and absorbed her climaxing all around me.
She was panting when I gathered her into my arms. Reminding myself that she was a virgin and deserved to have her first fuck in a bed, I carried her down the thankfully empty hallway to the only guest bedroom downstairs, unwilling to risk running into anybody if I took her up to my room.
Her heart was beating frantically as her body bathed in the after waves of her climax. Incredible pride swelled my chest at the knowledge that it was me introducing her to the pleasures of sex.
Reverently, I placed her on the bed. She shuddered under my hands as I removed her garter belt and her stockings. Then I hastily shrugged out of my pants from where my cock bobbed hard and long against my abdomen. Enchanted by the sight of her, I climbed between her wide-open legs.
“Are you ready?”
Dreamy eyes took me in. An imperceptible nod gave me permission to continue and I brought my shaft to her entrance. “This might hurt.”
In response her hips rose to meet me. Unable to hold out any longer. I closed my eyes and slowly moved inside her. She was tight, but wet. Her walls welcomed me as I slid in deeper until I encountered resistance. I steeled myself, opened my eyes, and pushed through.
She bit into her lips and I held still, giving her time to adjust to my presence inside her most intimate parts before I pushed in a little bit deeper. Watching her carefully for any sign of discomfort, I kept moving in deeper.
A keening sound escaped her. Her arms rose up to my biceps, her fingers clung to me as she slowly lifted and lowered her hips, welcoming me until I was sheathed deeply inside her.
I pulled back and thrust in. Pulled back and thrust. Sharply she sucked in air between her lips, a smile played around the edges, and her large eyes fastened on me.
I tried to be slow and careful, but it was hard. My balls tightened, ready to release my seed into her. She was getting close and I bit on the inside of my cheeks to ground me with pain not to come yet.
It was hard, but when I felt her orgasm, her walls milking my cock, pulsing all around it, it was all worth it. With a roar I allowed my balls to release my seed into her welcoming womb.
She clung to me, panting while small little mewling sounds escaped her, and I held her tightly, kissing the side of her face I could reach while gasping for air myself.
I rolled off her, pulling her with me so that her head rested on my chest and I could stare at her beautiful face. Her fingers drew slow circles on my skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“You are amazing,” I said, stroking her hair.
She looked up at me with those stunning eyes that told me everything she couldn’t put in words. Still, I had to know, “Did I hurt you?”
Her hand moved up and she wiggled it slightly.
“A little bit?” I clarified.
She nodded, but her smile was easy to read, she hadn’t minded.
“It won’t happen again,” I promised, leaning up to kiss her.
She let out a long, happy sigh, and lifted one of her legs to show me her curled toes.
“A real toe curler, eh?” I couldn’t help the pride filling my voice.
She rolled her eyes and we laughed. It was an easy laugh, a comfortable one, and I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven.
The alarm on my phone beeped. “Time for dinner,” I said reluctantly. I would have loved to spend more time with her here, but I had a tight schedule to keep if I wanted to be away from the house, with her, before night fell.
If the servants wondered why she left with me every night and returned on her own hours later, nobody said anything. I was sure they were suspecting something, but each of my employees was loyal to a fault and would never voice any misgivings to me or anybody else.