by Rainey, Anne
"Take me in your hands, Sarah, and taste me on your sweet tongue."
Her wide-eyed innocence thrilled Greg. She seemed so delighted with him that he just about grabbed her silky head and thrust her onto his throbbing, aching cock. But he waited, waited for her to do it on her own. She was an innocent and that single thought stirred his blood and squeezed his heart at the same time. It had to be her choice in the end. He would never force her.
Sarah didn’t know how to do what he needed her to, but she had wanted to have him like this for as long as she remembered.
She inhaled and she smelled his musky male scent, and it made her want to taste him as well, to swallow him down. So she did.
Her tongue darted out and licked every hard inch, rubbing her tongue over the sensitive, bulbous head. Her hands came to his balls of their own accord, squeezing and kneading. Greg’s body vibrated. It was a heady notion to be the woman to give him that reaction.
“Fuck yeah, Sarah. Lick me.”
Unsure what to do next, Sarah followed his lead and started to suck him in, but he halted her movements. She went rigid, fearing she’d done it all wrong.
“Not in your mouth, baby, not yet.
First, I want you to open wide for me and give me your tongue.”
Greg’s voice was rough. Sarah moaned with wild anticipation and opened up. When she stuck her tongue out, Greg took the advantage immediately, guiding his cock onto her waiting tongue, rubbing the swollen head back and forth. She tasted a few drops of precum, and she was so incredibly desperate to lap them up. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched tight as he pushed inside the tiniest bit.
“Mmm that’s real good, baby. Now you can suck me in. Deep, as deep as you can take me.”
Sarah did, and the feeling of making such a strong man weak with pleasure was stimulating her in ways she’d never experienced. Sarah suddenly felt his hands in her hair as he showed her how to move.
She went up and down on his pulsing erection, making love to him with her mouth. Just as she thought he was about to climax, he pushed her away. Sarah whimpered, unhappy at being denied.
“Enough, baby,” he murmured. “It’s your turn now.”
Sarah smiled and stretched languidly; ready and willing for everything Greg had to offer.
Four
Greg was a heartbeat away from falling to his knees. His legs had turned to rubber as soon as Sarah’s tongue had shyly darted out to taste him for the first time. It was a humbling thing for a man who thought he’d seen it all, done it all. When it came to sex, he’d experienced nearly everything there was to experience. So why had he been ready to explode inside of Sarah’s mouth after only a few seconds of sucking? Simple, because he’d never experienced Sarah before. And he was starting to see that it would take more than one hot night to get her fully out of his system.
He didn’t like the thought.
He was an independent man. He didn’t relish the idea of needing any one particular woman. Variety was the spice of life. Or it had been, before he’d seen Sarah Templeton in the buff. Now, he didn’t seem to care about variety. He just wanted Sarah.
He’d watched her from the safety of his condo, observed her from his kitchen window as she left for work in the mornings while he sipped his coffee. Greg had seen her come home alone at night, tired and defeated. He’d seen her stay in on the weekends. And he’d noticed her lack of a social life. Greg had wondered about that aplenty, but he’d never dreamed she could possibly be a virgin. Once, when he’d seen her go out dressed in a clingy summer dress, he’d very nearly followed her. He’d stopped himself, knowing if he did give into his curiosity, he’d be crossing the line from infatuation to stalking. Instead, he’d called Cody over and they’d both gotten rip roaring drunk.
The predatory male in him had ached to know where she’d gone that night. As he’d observed her over the following weeks, however, he’d been stupidly pleased to learn that her dates with men were pretty sparse. He now realized it had given him a false sense of security, thinking he could keep her at arm’s length indefinitely. But then Blake had wandered into their lives and his indefinite had been reduced to now. Take action or be forced out of the equation all together. And here he was, about to become the first man to bring Sarah to heaven. That thought went a long way in soothing the nasty green monster of jealousy. Although, it also made him shake like a frigging teenager.
Fucking pathetic.
Greg crouched low in front of her, slipped one arm behind her knees and the other beneath her neck, then lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.
Damn, she felt right there. She felt good. At her confused look, he muttered, “We’re moving this little party to the bedroom. I’m going to need plenty of room for what I have in mind for you tonight.”
She curled against him, not saying a word, and her acceptance was like tossing gasoline on a live flame. Sarah was giving him her complete trust and he’d see to it that she didn’t live to regret it. By the time their night was through, she’d be taking a piece of him away with her. How big a piece was still a mystery.
Entering the dark bedroom, Greg went straight to his king size bed and laid her gently down on top of it. With a single finger, he turned the touch lamp to the dimmest setting and at once Sarah was illuminated in its soft glow. Her skin was the gentlest shade of honey from the kiss of the sun. He noticed that she had skinny tan lines around her hipbones and her breasts were pale ivory, emphasizing their perfection. Her nipples were the exact pink shade of bubble gum and Greg desperately wanted to pop them both into his mouth.
He dipped his head down and licked at the candied confection, savoring the sweet taste of her. This moment would be etched in his brain forever. He’d never forget the moment that he’d brought the object of his obsession into his bed for the first time.
Greg continued suckling on Sarah’s hardened nipple, leisurely flicking his tongue back and forth, creating a maelstrom of need inside them both. Sarah arched upwards, thrusting her flesh into his voracious mouth even further. When he gently bit down, he was forced to wrap an arm around her to keep her from collapsing back to the bed. She moaned and thrashed around as Greg did it all over again to her other breast, taking his time, savoring the unique flavor of his little blonde virgin.
When he lifted away, lowering Sarah’s slim body tenderly back down, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open on a sigh. His cock swelled another inch when he saw her nipples, glistening wet from his ministrations.
“Sarah, open your eyes for me, sweetheart.” Slowly, her lashes fluttered open and he witnessed the heat in her green ey es . It scorching him. “You’re hot and ready for me right now, aren’t you?”
She nodded as if too overwhelmed to speak. He smiled, understanding exactly.
Greg stayed still beside the bed and softly urged, “Then open your legs for me. Invite me in, baby.” At first he was afraid she’d balk, too modest and innocent to expose herself so blatantly, but she only hesitated for a split second before moving her legs.
She spread herself wide and he finally saw the satiny softness of her sex. God, he wanted her! He’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted Sarah. She made him feel things, even though she was simply lying there, staring up at him with a trusting smile that curved her kiss-swollen lips.
Greg got onto the bed, between her smooth, fleshy thighs and looked his fill.
She had a neatly trimmed bikini line, and her clitoris and plump nether lips were totally exposed to his view. He licked his lips. “If I don’t get me a taste of some of that honey I’ll surely die, Sarah.” He lowered his head and licked her from her clit to her dewy lips, and then in between.
Her legs closed in embarrassment, but his hands clutched her, holding her firmly in place. Greg tasted her tangy flavor on his tongue and knew he’d never sampled anything sweeter. He inhaled her womanly scent, sucked her clit in between his teeth and nibbled. Sarah’s hands flew to his head, clutching and grasping handfuls of h
is hair in stinging desperation for more.
When his tongue thrust between her folds, she lost it completely and pushed against his face, undulating as he tongue-fucked her. A few more licks to her clit and she burst wide, screaming and straining against the unyielding hold his hands had on her soft thighs. He stared as she became lost in the age-old instinct to hold onto the delirious feelings of orgasm for as long as humanly possible.
Greg waited her out, keeping his tongue and lips against her sopping wet mound while she gained control once again.
Sarah collapsed back, the muscles in her thighs going slack as they fell open, her hands dropping back to the bed. Only then did he lift up and stare down at the tempting picture she presented. She looked nearly asleep already, exhausted from her climax, but when he dipped his finger into her slippery cunt her eyes flew open on a start. He pulled it back out and brought it to her lips, rubbing her lube against them before he leaned down and kissed it off her.
She whimpered for him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. Just as her breasts came into contact with his chest, he caught himself and stopped. Rising up, Greg reached over to his bedside drawer and drew out a condom. Leaning back on his haunches, he rolled it on. When his eyes landed on her face, Greg saw a touch of fear in her eyes.
He cupped her cheek in his calloused palm and coaxed, “Don’t be afraid, baby.
I’d never hurt you.”
Sarah took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly, before she whispered, “I know, Greg, but I’m nervous.
I mean, it’s going to hurt, isn’t it? I’d always heard the first time was painful.”
He wouldn’t lie to her, but he also couldn’t let her go on thinking it would be miserable either. “It’ll only hurt for a few seconds, nothing more. I’m not a horny teenager whose one and only goal is to get off, Sarah. I’ll go real slow, build the pleasure.”
She nodded, but he knew she was only slightly mollified. He decided the best way was to show her. The talking was over.
Greg hooked her legs over his arms and glided his cock slowly into her. It was just the smallest amount, but he watched closely as Sarah chewed at her lower lip and clenched her eyes tight, giving away just how scared she was. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He let go of her thighs and leaned down to lick at the wound she was causing on her lip, then very slowly began rocking his hips back and forth. He controlled his every motion, waiting for her tight, virginal opening to accommodate his intimate invasion. It wasn’t easy, not when all he really wanted was to thrust hard and fast and deep, to fuck her the way he’d always imagined. But for Sarah, he would bring her nothing but sweet pleasure. For her, he’d walk through hot coals if it meant hearing that sexy sigh of satisfaction coming from between those soft lips.
“You’re so fucking tight, Sarah, and you feel so damned good hugging my cock.” He kissed his way over her face and to her neck where he found that same jumping vein that he’d tasted in his truck and bit down. Sarah groaned and started moving her hips, thrusting against his lower body, but he was bigger and a whole lot stronger. Greg held her down, keeping her from hurting herself.
“No, baby, you need to soften up a bit more for me first,” he warned as he continued his assault on her tempting pulse. This time it was the sound of her angry voice that made him draw back in surprise.
“Please, Greg, I need you inside of me.
I can’t stand anymore teasing. Please!”
He had to grit his teeth against her appeal, but he wouldn’t be cajoled. “No, Sarah. Slowly this first time, or I could hurt you.” To his horror, he saw a tear trickle down. He kissed it away. “Next time you can get on top and ride me as fast and hard as you want, I promise.”
“Really?”
He smiled at her innocent reply.
“Yeah, really.”
She capitulated finally, relaxing her flexing hips and saying, “Okay, but you’d better not be lying, Greg.”
“Never, baby,” he swore as he resumed his slow, torturous movements.
He took his time, wanting to make it as pleasurable as possible. He feasted at her gorgeous tits, intent on building her passion so that, when he did break through her innocence, she would only feel the slightest sting.
Greg thrilled when her inner muscles relaxed for him and he moved into her further. He came up against her delicate barrier and he hated what he was about to do.
“This will hurt a little. I’m sorry, love.”
He pushed hard and fast and Sarah’s eyes shot wide with pain. His mouth came down on hers, swallowing her cries with his kisses, turning pain into desire in an instant. Soon, their bodies were fused together, moving in unison. Greg braced himself on his elbows beside her head and watched as her pleasure spiked. He pushed as deep as he could possibly go and together they flew out of control, their shouts of ecstasy mixing as Greg filled her.
He very nearly collapsed on top of her, but the thought of her soreness kept his muscles from going lax. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted her to have nothing but sweet memories of her first time with him.
Greg slid out of her boneless body and went to the master bath to dispose of the condom. He grabbed a washcloth, ran warm water over it, and brought it to Sarah. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy smile on her lips, making his body burn at the sight of having her in his bed.
As he bent down and pressed the cloth to the juncture of her thighs, her eyes flew open and her mouth formed a startled ‘O’.
Nothing was said from either of them as he cleaned and soothed her sore flesh. Greg tossed the washcloth to the floor, beyond caring that the carpet would get soaked, and got into bed beside her, pulling her pliant body up against his heavily-muscled torso. He was practically twice her size and it was easy to wrap himself around her. Her round bottom cradled his dick and he had to bite back a groan.
Hell, he wanted her again.
As Sarah blissfully slept, unaware of the turmoil she was causing, Greg had the terrifying feeling that he’d go on wanting her for quite a long time to come. Once with Sarah was supposed to get her out of his blood for good, but all it’d done was addict him further. He’d been such an idiot to think he could have sex with Sarah Templeton and walk away unscathed. All this time he’d assumed she’d be the one to get all enamored and clingy. Instead, she was lying beside him like Sleeping Beauty, not a care in the world now that she’d done away with the pesky nuisance of her virginity. Christ, she probably thought she could go back to her cute little condo and forget he ever existed. Maybe even start dating other men now that she’d been initiated into the provocative world of sexual pleasure.
Bullshit. He’d just have to show her how wrong that assumption was because no way was another man touching her tantalizing flesh. She was his, he’d staked his claim, and she just hadn’t been alerted to the fact.
Five
Waking up against soft, warm, womanly flesh had to be at least fifty percent of the reason men got married.
Having that comfy, cozy feeling every day was just about enough to make a man say those precious words that sent women everywhere reaching for the nearest tissue
— I do.
Greg pried his sleepy eyes open and saw Sarah nestled atop him. Her body blanketed his, which caused his eager dick to flex anxiously. She had totally abandoned modesty in her slumber. Seeing her in such a vulnerable state nearly had him pronouncing his undying love. A damned scary thought for a guy like him.
Not
willing
to
open
that
uncomfortable can of worms, Greg took his hands on a slow, leisurely path over Sarah’s shoulders and back before they reached the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He wanted to spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped her, filling his palms with smooth flesh, and then moved her the tiniest bit to the left so that he could wriggle his cock between her thighs. He rubbed against her clit with his engo
rged tip, nudging and evoking a throaty little moan from her. Slowly, she started to move her lower half, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion even in her sleep.
Her cheek pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide directly over his heart.
His sweet Sarah, so innocent and trusting, and yet she’d given herself over to him, not once but twice. He would have taken her a third time, but he hadn’t wanted to cause her any pain. She was new to sex—a thought that had swirled around in his brain all night long, making him want to shout out a vicious war cry of ownership—
and she’d be tender. He wanted to bring her nothing but hot, fierce satisfaction. Still, the odd feelings off protectiveness and predatory possessiveness were new to him, and it made his gut tighten into a mass of nerves.
Greg moved the wild mane of Sarah’s hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the taste of her satiny skin.
Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips.
He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she realized where she was and whom she was with. When her smile came, easy and unforced, he breathed in relief.
Some part of him had been afraid she’d regret what they’d done. He was just too fucking glad she didn’t.
