“Don’t you think it’s the same for me, Farron? I spent a year stalking you at work because I was too scared to approach you. Your beauty caught my eye first, well before I knew how beautiful you were on the inside. Kissing you, holding your hand, or having you in my arms makes me feel … so fucking much Farron, that sometimes I think my heart is going to burst right out of my chest.”
“Oh Nixx,” Farron breathed, her eyes filling with tears. Smiling up at me, her chin wobbling, she gave me a small nod, then took two small steps back from me, the ties of material slipping from my fingers, the dress’ bodice falling away, revealing breasts that were more than a handful and nipples the softest shade of pink. My throat worked up and down, not just from seeing Farron half-naked for the first time, but at her strength and courage to step out of her comfort zone and show me a part of herself that gave her anxiety and doubt.
Not that she need have worried because fuck me, her breasts were magnificent.
“Baby, dear god!” I rasped, staring like a pervert at her chest.
“Nixx? Help me out here, please?” It was the pleading and the break in her voice that shook me to my senses. There she was, standing before me baring herself, literally, and all she got from me was bug eyes and drool pooling at my mouth.
Stepping forward, I pressed myself to her, my shirt open so I felt the first contact of bare skin to bare skin, and I was lost.
“Farron, I … fuck I want you so bad.” My voice sounded like I swallowed gravel, my dick so hard from the contact of our bodies.
More. I wanted more of her bare to me, but I had to take this slow. Farron took the first step, trusting me. I had to let her take the lead, give her the control.
Dropping my head, I covered her mouth with mine, not able to wait for another second to taste her. It wasn’t breaking my rule, just succumbing to one need. Angling my head further to one side, I took her lips in a devouring kiss, tongues and moans mingling as our heated kiss grew hotter and deeper.
“Nixx,” Farron hissed into my mouth, her arms coming up around my neck, her fingernails digging into my short hair scraping at my skin. The small scraping of pain exciting me, encouraging me. The soft material of her dress dropped from her waist, falling down her body, bunching at the tops of her thighs, baring more of her body to me. Instinct demanded I step back and look at her, to see what I’d dreamed about for all of these months, but I fought the need and stayed locked around her. The last thing I wanted was to stop her unfiltered reaction to our moment, frighten her and give her time to rethink her decision. Not that I wouldn’t stop if she asked, because I would in a heartbeat if that was what she really wanted. Farron was everything to me, all that mattered was her and her comfort.
Slowly, I traced my hands down the dip of her back, her smooth, soft, heated skin feeling perfect under my roughened palms. Letting out a moan, I turned us around and walked us further into the room, never taking my mouth from Farron.
The longer the kiss continued, the bolder Farron got; her tongue sought out mine, swiping along my wet muscle, dipping in the lick the inside of my mouth, and generally driving me crazy. Taking her boldness as a sign to go further, I let my hands wander lower down her back, down the silkiness of her panties and her generous bottom, and pushed the dress down until it hit the ground at our feet. She was bare in my arms, except her panties, and nothing was going to stop me from looking at her now.
Giving her tongue one last suck, I broke away from her mouth, peppering kisses at her lips, then made my way down to her neck, licking a wet trail with my tongue. My hands cupping her arse as I dragged her into my denim-covered crotch.
“Feel that Farron, feel what you are doing to me,” I rasped against her neck, then dropped my mouth further and found one tight, peaked nipple. Opening my mouth over it, I growled around my mouthful, Farron arching into me, pushing herself further in just like she did the first time I sucked her nipples. That time she had on her bra, now I had an unabridged view of the perfection that was her. Working her other breast with my hand, I released my treat with a loud pop and then quickly dropped to my knees, worshipping her skin as I went.
Looking up at her from the floor, I watched Farron stare down at me, her eyes hooded and filled with desire, her teeth holding her bottom lip captive. That look I wanted her to keep, to stay lost in her heady desire for me. Seeing her so lost in what I was doing to her was the biggest turn on, the knowledge that it was me causing that look skyrocketed my arousal.
Without taking my eyes off her, I hooked two fingers in the thin waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down over her bottom and let them slip down her legs. The whole time my gaze didn’t waver from her face, no matter how badly I wanted to look at what I had revealed, I stayed true to my plan to make this all about Farron.
Resting my hands on her thighs, I sucked in some much-needed air, taking a second to calm myself before I dropped my head to see the heart-shaped mound at my eye level.
“Christ,” I growled, then leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the bareness. Her pussy was free of hair except for a thin line down the middle. The starkness of the dark brown hair to the fairness of her skin was mouth-watering. Moving my hands from her thighs, I slipped my thumbs through the slit of her pussy lips, and immediately they were coated in her wetness.
“Soaked,” I praised, loving that I caused this, thrilling in her aroused state.
“Nixx, please,” Farron moaned, her hips jutting forward in jerky thrusts.
“What baby, what do you want me to do?” I asked her, giving her my eyes.
“I want to know what it feels like to have you kiss me there,” she begged me, her hands going to my hair, trying to push me back into her.
“I will baby, I will give you what you want but not like this.” Jumping to my feet, I bent and hooked one arm around her waist and lifted her into my arms, quickly moving around to the side of the bed and gently laying her on the doona cover. I stood drinking in the sight of her naked on my bed, burning it into my brain to call upon the memory when I needed it.
“So damn beautiful Farron, so gorgeous,” I murmured reverently, putting my hands on her ankles and slowly widening her legs, revealing her slick, wet slit.
Moving a knee onto the bed, I crawled my way up her body, bypassing her weeping pussy, for now, to lay on top of her. Covering her nudity for the moment so I could speak like a rational human being and not get lost in the fact she was finally lying on my bed.
Hovering my mouth over hers, I held my weight off her without losing too much contact.
“I am going to lick you until you come all over my face, baby.” Kissing her open mouth, I continued to caress her with my words. “Then I am going to do it again, and Farron, don’t hold back what you need from me. Tell me what you want, don’t ask me. Know that what you want is the same as what I want. Nothing is off-limits, if you want it, then so do I.” I tried to convey the truth in my message with a firm tone without making her feel overwhelmed or out of her depth. It was important to me that she understood I was there for her pleasure and I would do anything to achieve that. What man in their right mind wouldn’t want to put his mouth all over a beautiful woman and witness the gift of her orgasm.
A dickhead, that is who, and I was no dickhead.
Giving her a hard chaste kiss, I moved back down her lithe body, noticing the small white and red marks but not feeling a bit of disgust at their presence. They were marks of my woman’s strength, of her love for her son.
One day, I hoped to add to them with my child.
One day.
First, my tongue craved to be somewhere.
Kissing her soft belly, I grazed my tongue over her mound until I reached the place Farron needed me. Settling in between her legs, I used my shoulders as a wedge, a leg on either side opening her to me.
“Sweet mother of god, yes,” I hummed, leaning in and getting a hit of her sweet, musky scent before licking her lips from bottom to top, creamy wetness coating m
y tongue.
“Oh shit, Nixx!” Farron cried out, forcing her hips off the bed. I knew this was the first time she’d had this done to her, but her cries of passion were so amazing … so surprised, I felt the cum from my balls demand to be released. When had a woman’s reaction to me ever been so fucking sexy that I nearly came just from her sounds alone?
Never, that’s when. Not until Farron.
Taking her screams as a green light to hasten my movements, I opened my mouth wide and covered her flesh and sucked deeply, swirling my tongue around the hot flesh.
Farron’s flavour overwhelmed my taste buds, evoking a new obsession. Lick after lick, and suck after suck, I continued my onslaught on her pussy. Learning what made her moan and what drove her to scream my name, storing every reaction from Farron and move from me to memory for the future. Getting a clue as to what she liked and what she really, really liked.
“Oh god, yes! Do that with your tongue again,” Farron wept loudly, demandingly, hiking her hips higher off the mattress, grinding her core deeper into my face.
Fuck, I was loving her antics, her walls were down, and it was just me and her and our desire for each other in the room.
“You mean this?” I stiffened my tongue and pushed it in her hole as far as I could, one finger flicking at her clit, teasing the fleshy nub.
“Yesssss,” she shrieked, wantonly riding my tongue.
Lifting my gaze, I watched with delight as Farron thrashed her head back and forth on my pillow, her hair a mess of waves, a light sheen of sweat covering her sexy body.
I was not going to last long, seeing her like this was better than having my dick sucked. If my shaft could get any harder, I didn’t know what would do it, but I was sure Farron had the answer to that.
Doing as she asked, I continued to probe her opening, lapping up juices as they poured onto my tongue and lips. I don’t know how much time passed by, but soon my dick was screaming at me for release. I was still dressed, and I needed to get naked, but Farron had to come first. The bittersweet pain of my hard-on was going to have to continue because her orgasm was much more important than mine.
Taking my tongue out, which was difficult because of the tight hold Farron’s inner muscles had on it, I replaced it with a finger, pushing it as deep as I could and found that sweet, spongy spot that I knew she would love me playing with. Using a constant rhythm, I kept pushing my finger in and out while I used my other hand to undo my jeans and push them off my hips. It was awkward, but I got my jeans off with a little wiggling and kicking of my legs. After my shower I didn’t bother putting on any boxers, wishful thinking or not, I was glad to have thought of foregoing them.
“Farron, I won’t make love to you until you come on my tongue,” I warned, getting back down on my belly and licking around her lips, while my finger continued to fuck her.
“My clit, lick it with long licks,” she begged, her desperate but demanding tone pulling a loud growl from my throat.
Doing what she wanted, I licked her clit with long strokes, flattening my tongue and adding pressure with each lick.
Farron’s thighs came up and hugged my shoulders, gripping me, holding me in place as if she was afraid I was going to stop.
“That … oh god Nixx … that is what I neeeeeeed.” Ending on a high-pitched wail, Farron flooded my mouth with her sweet cum, her body tensing but still writhing against my mouth. Lapping up as much of her release as I could, I took a minute to gain back some control, my breath coming out in pants. Kissing the inside of one thigh then the other, I got up on my knees, ripping my shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever done,” I declared, settling myself back on Farron’s limp but sexy body. How she even thought that I wouldn’t find her sexy and fine was incomprehensible, such a ridiculous notion I was having trouble not giving her a spanking for even voicing it.
“Hmmmm, I had no idea,” Farron whispered breathily, her voice catching in her throat, and tears spilling from the corner of her eyes.
“They better be happy tears, baby.” Pushing my arms under hers, I cupped her head on either side, holding her so she couldn’t look away.
“They are euphoric tears, honey,” she assured me, “thank you so much for making a dream come true.” Her smile serene and satisfied.
Oh, she didn’t know what satisfied was yet.
“I have only begun, baby. Wrap your legs around my waist, hold me tight with your arms.” Farron didn’t hesitate to do what I asked, wrapping herself around me tightly.
The power Farron was giving me, trusting me to give her everything, was a gift I was not going to take for granted.
Farron lifted her head from the pillow and kissed me, her tongue licking at my lips, no doubt tasting herself there and judging by her excited moan, it didn’t bother her.
Good, because eating and tasting Farron was going to become a daily routine for the both of us.
“Show me everything Nixx, give me the world.”
“That and much more, baby.” The promise coming out promptly. “All you have to do is tell me and it’s yours.”
My heart already belonged to her, so giving her the world was not a problem.
FARRON
It happened!
It actually happened. I had oral sex, hell, I will just say it … Nixx ate my pussy, he even did the tongue swirl. Mack and Blake were right, it was a gift but not from the orgasm gods–from my cowboy god.
Crying was not the reaction I thought I would have, but for some reason, the overwhelming need to cry would not be denied, and once I start crying, that is the end of me.
Nixx hovered over me, his arms under my shoulders and his palms cupping my head. His blue eyes so close I would swear on a stack of bibles I could see love in them. It was too soon, right? To say the three words I knew deep in my heart, I already felt for Nixx.
“Farron, are you okay, baby? Do you still want to go on?” Nixx frowned down at me, seeing that there were tears still falling down my temples.
My god I was ruining this, acting like a first-timer when … shit, I was a first-timer to have that done to me. Still, I had to get a grip on my emotions, otherwise Nixx was going to regret hitchin’ his trailer to my wagon, or whichever country colloquialism was appropriate for the situation.
Taking the lead, because my new bold leaf seemed to be working for me, I lifted my hips, feeling his very large, very hard, very thick cock bump the entrance to my womanly area, I ran my hands down his muscular back, coming to rest on his firm bum.
“Absolutely, I want to keep going, honey.” Gripping his butt at the same time I pushed down, letting him know that I was more than ready to keep going. And I was, for the first time in my life, sex didn’t come with anxiety. Whether it was the mind-blowing orgasm Nixx just gave me with his tongue, or a sign from the universe, whatever it was, I was embracing it—no more second-guessing my worth, my abilities or my body.
Nixx’s thick cockhead brushed my swollen lips, and as wonderful as that felt, I wanted it inside me. Experiencing an orgasm by tongue had been monumental, now it was time for me to give him something just as special back.
My trust.
“Make love to me Fenixx Hott and make me yours,” I breathed, not begging, not pleaded, but telling.
Fenixx pressed his forehead to mine, his large body trembling as he hissed out a breath.
“You have been mine since I met you Farron, you just didn’t know it at the time,” he affirmed, moving his hips and pushing slowly into me. “You mean everything to me Farron, you and Dillion.”
My response to his sweet words was stolen from me when Nixx pushed deeper and deeper in me. To say I felt full was an understatement. Every muscle stretched to accommodate his thick girth and impressive length, I was wet thanks to his clever tongue and my orgasm making the entry easier, but crap on toast, the man was big.
“You okay, baby?” Nixx grunted, holding himself still. He was all the way in, and whil
e I wasn’t a virgin, and had experienced childbirth, what I was not used to was feeling stuffed to the hilt with something resembling a telephone pole.
Nodding my head, I pulled my lip between my teeth. “Ah huh, so full but so good,” I panted, wiggling my hips just a little. There was no real room to move too much, Nixx was completely on top of me, not that I was complaining. Missionary sex was just another dream he was giving me. The intimacy of being this close, this … intimate, I had a feeling this position was going to become my favourite.
“Fuck, you are so tight Farron, so beautifully tight.” Nixx’s moans filled the room as he rocked his hips into me. Sliding my hands around his neck, I caressed the skin on his back, feeling his muscles ripple under my palms, delighting in the goosebumps my touch created.
“Kiss me, baby,” Nixx demanded, taking my mouth in a kiss to end all kisses. Never once had I kissed while having sex, but then this was a night for firsts.
Nixx devoured my moans as I swallowed his growls all the while his dick surged in and out of me.
“More, Nixx, give me more.” My words came out on a moan, muffled by his lips, but he must have heard me because suddenly he splayed his legs, taking my legs and hooking them over his arms, he thrust his hips hard, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper.
“Damn it, Farron, I am not going to last baby, your pussy is sucking me in and not letting me go. It is too good, too fucking good.”
With sheer wonderment, I watched Nixx’s face. His hooded eyes were the deepest, darkest blue, quite different from the blue they were normally. The veins in his neck corded, sticking out with the effort his body was under from holding his release.
Suddenly, I understood his proclamations of him loving to see me in the throes of passion, witnessing his was the sexiest thing I have ever seen as well.
Acting on instinct, because that was all I really had to go with, I lifted my hips and clenched my inner muscles, eliciting the sexiest growl from Nixx.
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