“I have to tell you something.” I leaned back from his kiss and gasped. “I’ve—never done this before.”
“Yer still a virgin?” A look of confusion swept across his face. “I thought—I mean, the pictures you mentioned…”
“That never led anywhere.” I sighed and shook my head. “It was just a horrible mistake.”
“Are ye sure this is what ye want?” Declan tilted his head slightly.
“It is…” I nodded quickly.
“Then it’s not a problem for me.” He bent down and scooped me up in his arms. “But we’re definitely doing this in a bed.”
My heart started to pound, and my pulse raced as Declan carried me upstairs. My secret fantasy—my ultimate crush—and I was in his arms. He was going to take my virginity. All of the problems that haunted my life seemed to fade away in that moment. I didn’t care about anything else. I needed to be his more than I needed to draw my next breath. Declan put me down on the bed once we were in his bedroom and stared at me as he peeled off his shirt. He had a lot more ink than I realized when he showed me a glimpse of what was on his chest. His muscles were practically mountains and the tattoos accentuated every one of them.
“Yer turn.” He tilted his head and smiled.
“Okay…” I nodded and sat up so I could remove my shirt.
“That too.” He motioned to my bra.
“You didn’t take anything else off…” I bit down on my lip and grinned.
“Not my fault I don’t wear a bra.” He chuckled under his breath.
“Fine.” I reached behind my back and removed it.
“Guid god…” he exhaled sharply. “Yer ravishing.”
Guid means good—I hope.
“Your turn again.” I watched as his hand went to his belt. “I think you should have to take it all off, since you already stripped me bare once…”
“Aye, that’s fair.” He nodded.
Declan unbuckled his belt and then his hand fumbled with his jeans. There was excitement in his eyes—as strong as the desire resonating in my soul. I could see a bulge in his jeans before they came down, and his boxer shorts were barely enough to contain his cock. He kicked off his shoes, so I did the same with mine. His jeans were next, and then his fingers moved to his boxers. I could already tell he was well-endowed, but once his boxers hit the floor, his cock started to get engorged and thick.
“You’re turn—again.” He grinned and motioned to me.
“You’ve already seen this…” I sighed as I started to push my shorts down my thighs.
“I want to inspect it up close.” He put a knee on the edge of the bed. “And explore it with my tongue.”
“Oh wow.” I exhaled sharply and tingles shot through my whole body.
“Panties too, don’t be shy. Show me what belongs to me.” His tone got a little rough—and my body reacted to the sound like it was a beacon.
“Yes sir…” I pushed my panties down my thighs and swallowed hard.
“You like saying that?” He pulled my panties off my ankles and put his hands on my knees. “Sir?”
“Maybe...” I bit down on my lip and grinned. “I mean—you did spank me and all. I probably should show you a little respect.”
“You’re going to do everything I tell you to do.” He tilted his head slightly. “Then I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never imagined.”
“I might be a virgin, but I have a pretty vivid imagination.” I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Yeah? Show me what you do when you let your imagination run wild. Touch yourself.” He pushed my legs apart. “I want to see how wet that spanking made you.”
I had definitely masturbated before, but never in front of anyone. My hand moved down my body until the tip of my finger was against my clit. Declan watched, and I saw his cock pulsate when I started to roll my finger against the hard knot that formed. I couldn’t help but moan when the pleasure surged through my veins. I saw a flash of desire in Declan’s eyes when my body reacted to what I was doing. It seemed that he—liked a show. I was nervous, but I did my best to swallow that feeling. If he wanted to watch me, then I’d do my best to give him exactly what he craved. The sight of him in front of me with his hands on my body was better than any fantasy I had when I pleasured myself with my eyes closed.
“Is this…” I pushed my finger passed my clit and rubbed it against my wetness. “What you want to see?”
“If it’s what makes ye come.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my inner thigh.
“I’d rather you make me come.” I moaned and moved my finger back to my clit.
“Oh I will.” He slid his lips down my thigh. “So many times…”
“You promise?” I moaned louder. “I don’t think doing this to myself is going to be enough.”
“Saying it is a promise.” He kissed the opposite thigh and pushed my legs further apart. “When I say something to ye, it’ll always be the truth. I expect the same from ye.”
“Yes sir.” I nodded, and a twinge of panic hit me, but I ignored the feeling—I had only been dishonest about one thing, but it was the wrong time to think about that.
Declan continued to kiss my inner thighs while I rubbed my clit. His lips were like the tip of a lit match against the fuse on a stick of dynamite. It was burning out of control and there was no way to stop what was coming. A pressure built up inside me—one that was going to explode as soon as the fuse burned away. I felt myself getting a little more confident as I watched the desire in his eyes each time his lips pressed against my skin. He was driving me wild with nothing more than a kiss, making the fantasy in front of me better than anything that could have ever come together in my head. I kept thinking he would touch himself—or ask me to use my other hand—but he seemed intensely focused on my pleasure. He just wanted to tease me while he watched.
“I—I’m gonna come.” My mouth opened wide and I gasped.
“Then you’re mine.” His lips moved down my thighs until I felt his breath against my clit.
The pressure was too intense for me to keep my eyes opened. They closed as the pleasure surged through my veins. It was stronger than when I masturbated on my own, and made my body shake when the peak hit. There were several waves of bliss before it was over, and I kept my finger moving until the sensation started to fade. My head was spinning, and my muscles were still quivering, but the release had engulfed me. My eyes slowly opened, and my hand fell away. I saw Declan lift up a little bit, and then I felt his finger against the entrance of my pussy.
“Now that I know how hard ye can come on your own—I know what I have to do to make it even better.” He smiled and started to push a finger inside me.
“Oh god!” I moaned when he went deep enough to press against my hymen.
“This will be mine soon enough, but not yet.” He leaned forward and started kissing along my inner thighs.
Declan kissed until his lips were near my clit, and then he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves. They weren’t ready to react yet, but his tongue still felt amazing. He started to slowly move his finger inside me while his tongue circled my clit, and within a few seconds, the pleasure was right back where it was before I erupted in bliss. His tongue was so much better than my finger. The difference was night and day. Having him slide his finger into the entrance of my pussy while he massaged my clit made the sensation even stronger.
“That feels really good!” I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and moaned. “Keep going…”
Declan’s tongue was magical. He did things to my clit that I didn’t realize was possible. Slow—fast—each sensation was a little different. He pulled his tongue away from it completely a few times and just made the pleasure surge with his finger inside me. I had gotten so wet that my tightness was the only resistance—I wondered if that would be the case when he was ready to push something much bigger than his finger into my virgin pussy. My body was ready for him—whatever he wanted—but bef
ore he did that, it seemed that he was determined to make me come with his tongue.
“I’m getting close.” My head rolled back, and a gasp rushed from my throat.
My body quivered, and my hips began to move. I didn’t want to escape his glorious tongue, but the sensations were getting stronger. He kept me in position with one hand and started to push his finger into me faster. His tongue picked up speed. The pressure inside me was so intense that I could feel it against my muscles. I was ready to erupt for the second time. The combination of his finger and tongue pushed me into a myriad of pleasure, and I started to shake. The bliss went through my veins like a tornado and spun inside me. My pussy spasmed on his finger, but he kept it moving inside me. He didn’t stop until the shaking was done, and then I felt myself floating back into the peaceful moment that came immediately after my first orgasm.
“That was—incredible.” I sighed, and my head fell back against the mattress.
“Ye don’t know incredible yet, but yer going to before I’m done with ye.” He lifted up and stroked his cock.
“You can do anything to me that you want,” I exhaled sharply. “You’ve made me feel so good already…”
“Aye, and I intend to make you feel even better.” He lifted my legs and moved between my thighs.
Declan’s cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy, and then he started to push it inside me. It wasn’t that bad at first because I was really wet. Once he went a little deeper, I felt the pain of being stretched for the very first time. His cock penetrated me until it was against my hymen. My cherry belonged to him—the man I fantasized about was actually going to be my first. He pulled back a little and shifted his weight as he reached it for the second time with the head of his cock. A harder thrust tore through the membrane, and I felt a sting inside my pussy. The sting got more intense as he went deeper. I knew the pain wouldn’t be there forever—I just had to endure it until my body adjusted to something that was new to it.
“Are ye doing okay lass?” He tilted his head when the pain registered on my face.
“Yes.” I nodded. “It’s not that bad.”
“I’ve never been with a virgin before—let me know if I hurt ye. That’s not my intention.” He pulled back slowly.
Something about that made me feel good. I wasn’t the first woman that he had taken to bed, but I was the first one that belonged only to him. I wanted him to be more than just my first—I wanted him to be the only one who ever held me in his arms. I needed his kindness—as much as I needed to feel his passion. He was like a rock in the hurricane that had become my life, and I didn’t want to let go. He could have my body—my heart—anything he wanted. It all belonged to him in that moment—a moment that I hoped would last forever.
“Ye feel so fucking good. I knew that ye would, but it’s freaking incredible.” He moaned as he pulled his cock back to the entrance of my pussy and gave me another thrust.
“Don’t stop…” I moaned. “I want all of you.”
Declan kept stretching me around his girth as his length continued to push deeper into my virgin pussy. He started giving me several thrusts between the ones that penetrated further than he had gone before. Those thrusts started to feel really good. If that was what every single one of them would feel like once he was all of the way inside me, I couldn’t wait for him to bury the entirety of his length in my pussy. He mixed up soft and slow thrusts with hard and fast ones. They felt different, but pleasurable—until he went deeper. Each time he did that, I had a little more pain. He was getting closer though. I watched as half of his cock disappeared inside me, then a few more inches, then there wasn’t much left. I wanted it all. I shifted my hips and tried to pull him deeper on my own.
“Starting to like it, are ye?” He gasped and gave me a few quick thrusts.
“Yes!” I nodded quickly.
“Good.” He smiled and gave me what I was begging for—the last few inches that buried him as deep as he could go.
“Oh god!” I felt a surge of pleasure and pain, but the pain faded quickly.
Declan left his cock deep inside me until I adjusted to his girth and then he started to thrust again. It was—phenomenal. Every thrust felt better than the one before it, and the harder ones felt so good my eyes tried to roll back in my head. My g-spot came to life for the first time—it blossomed like a flower inside me that was meant to feel nothing but pure pleasure. I was in heaven, because there was no feeling on earth that could compare to it. I felt every inch of his length as his thrusts became quick and pounded into my pussy. His cock throbbed and pulsated inside me as the pleasure that I felt melded with the desire in his soul. Our passion turned into primal lust as we both chased the climax with our eyes wide open.
“I’ve needed this for so fucking long.” He fell forward and kept hammering his cock into me while his lips teased my neck.
“I never knew it was what I needed—now I do.” I purred into his ear and moaned.
Our desires filled the room with so much energy that I could feel it on my skin—I practically choked on my own breath as the pressure built up inside my body. Every throb when he went deep—every pulsation when he started to pull back—it sent more pleasure surging through my veins. The closeness—seeing the need smolder in his bluish-gray eyes—it was more intoxicating than alcohol. I needed to feel his release while I climaxed. It became the only thing I focused on. I shifted my hips to match his thunderous thrusts—he was like lightning between my thighs and I was begging for him to strike the same place over-and-over.
“I’m—I’m gonna come!” My mouth opened wide, and a scream was ripped from the very essence of my being.
“Aye, me too—almost there.” His head rolled back, and a primal roar echoed from deep within his throat.
Declan crashed into me. I tried to meet them. I felt a spasm begin inside me—a spasm that seized every muscle at once and made my toes curl. I stopped seeing color and shapes—except the outline of my lover as he showed me that I was the only person in the world he desired in that moment. Time and space became ours to control. We bent it to our will and it turned into pure euphoria. The pressure released and the spasms became more intense in my pelvis. My pussy squeezed his cock, and his thrusts got harder so that he didn’t miss a beat. He throbbed deep inside me, and then I felt an eruption. His seed flooded my pussy, and my orgasm tasted life. It was different than the others. It was ethereal and melancholic while simultaneously sending a kaleidoscope of pleasure through my body. Declan kept thrusting until the bliss inside me faded, and I felt the last splatter of lust drain from his balls.
“That was…” I stared at the ceiling and tried to find the words to describe it.
“Aye.” He nodded, as if he was reading my thoughts—but unable to finish my sentence.
Declan slid his hands under my back and lifted me off the mattress. He pulled me into his arms as he crashed into the bed. The afterglow of what we experienced was beautiful and tranquil, like nothing in the entire world could ever matter again. It wasn’t just desire. Our souls found something in the darkness that called out to each other, and our bodies drove us towards what we both needed—even if we didn’t understand it completely. I just wanted to exist in that moment with him. I wanted to hold him while he held me. I didn’t care if he was best friend’s father—I didn’t care if there were complications that could pull us apart—I was willing to fight to chase that moment again.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it to the repair shop today.” Declan pressed his lips to my forehead. “Yer not leaving my arms tonight.”
“That’s fine with me.” I smiled and nodded. “But it’s not even dark yet…”
“And we’re just getting started, lass.” He pressed his lips to my forehead again. “Surely you’ve heard about the legendary constitution of a Scotsman.”
“I—don’t think I’ve heard that one.” I chuckled under my breath. “Did you just make that up.”
“Aye, but it sounded goo
d didn’t it?” He pushed my legs apart and started rubbing my clit.
“Did you make up the part about naughty lasses—and tanning their hides too?” I gasped when I felt his finger start to send pleasure through my veins again.
“That part is true. Every time ye misbehave, I’ll be putting ye over my knee.” He leaned up and grinned. “But ye seemed to like it—so, maybe it ain’t punishment after all.”
“Well it certainly didn’t make me want to stop misbehaving…” I smiled and moaned as his finger got a little faster.
“Maybe ye need a little more of that.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck. “But this time I’m going to be inside ye while I tan yer hide.”
Before I really understood what was happening, Declan rolled me over and gave me a hard smack on the ass. His hands went underneath my waist and lifted me onto my knees. Then I felt him against my pussy from behind. It didn’t matter if I had time to recover or not—he was ready. His cock started to go inside me—making the tired muscles ache as he took what was his. He locked his hands on my waist and started thrusting—slow at first, then it got a little faster. The pleasure started to rip through my body—and then I felt a hand move from my waist as his thrusts slowed for a moment.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Naughty lass…” He squeezed my ass and picked up speed again.
“Oh god!” I moaned when the sting made me tingle—but it was really intense with him inside me.
“Ye like it a lot, huh?” He chuckled.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
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