by Dani Wyatt
“Are you going to make me orgasm again?” she chirps, turning her head up to smile at me, as she leans back on locked arms, swinging her feet back and forth.
I do my best to hide my bewilderment over this funky cherub. She’s sugar and spice and everything that I didn’t know I wanted, all wrapped up in mismatched Rodeo Drive clothes.
“Orgasm?” I lean forward, my hands flat on the desk next to hers, my torso twisted in knots, trying to hold back all the things I want to do to her. The sound of that word on her lips sends my craving into the stratosphere. “You want me to give you an orgasm?”
“Yes. That would be nice.” Her eyes flash from excitement to fear. “But I shouldn’t.”
“Yes you should. Someone should give you orgasms every day. Multiple times a day.”
“Oh wait!” She leans back and forth trying to see around me. I’m still stuck on all the ways I’m going to give her the orgasms she wants, but from what I can tell, my May’s attention span is flashing on and off like one of the strobe lights on the dance floor. “Can you grab my bag from over there? I brought you something.” She bites her bottom lip and my dick weeps but I can’t say no.
I twist and reach down, grateful that I don’t have to step out from between her knees to pull the Marc Jacobs Sapphire bag up from the floor. It’s another side effect of being around all these women for all these years. Purses are big talk and I can’t help that I fucking know this shit. Besides, I bought all the girls Marc Jacobs’ bags for Christmas last year, so I know far more than I wish to about fucking handbags.
It must weigh as much as she does and it’s nearly as big. What a little thing like her needs with a purse big enough to carry a full grown pit bull I’m not sure, but from the excited look in her eyes I don’t much care.
I sit the bag down next to her and she giggles, pushing her hair behind her ears and making this little enthusiastic eeeeep sound.
“This is weird, right?” She rustles around inside her bag, her voice rising, and pulls out a gift box with a lime green satin ribbon tied around it. “I mean, I’ve never applied for a job before. And, well, I just met you and you kissed me, and that’s sort of weird.”
Her eyes come up to meet mine, and I nod because I can feel that she needs my agreement as she works through whatever is happening here.
And this whole situation is pretty fucking weird. But I’m fine with weird as long as it involves her.
“And I get my first orgasm and I don’t even know you, but I like you and that’s weird too.” She tightens her knees in a sort of hug against the outside of my thighs and I lose my fucking mind.
She drops the purse on the floor and sits straight up.
“What’s that?” I tease, straightening up, trying to give my dick some more room and sucking in some air through my teeth in an attempt to keep the beast at bay.
“A present, silly. Don’t tell me no one’s ever given you a present before.” She holds out the box between us in two upturned palms, like it’s some sort of an offering. “I made it. Open it.”
She’s full on smiling now and I can’t stop imagining how her pouty, full pink lips are going to feel around my cock.
“Okay, Pink.” I can’t help but call her that, because that’s who she is. I reach for the box but she jerks it away. She’s looking at me through narrowed eyes, like I just told her I can catch her a unicorn.
“How did you do that?”
“Do what?”
She lets out a defeated puff of air and her shoulders slump as she holds out the box again. I take it because now I really want it. I want to open the box and I want to open her. Untie her like a gift and give her part of me.
I tug the end of the ribbon with one hand and hold the bottom of the box with the other. She’s still swinging her feet and rubbing against the outside of my pants with every movement, making my heart pound out a SOS below my belt.
I slip a finger under the top flap and flip it open. When I see what’s inside, all bets are off. There is no more weird; there is just fate and destiny, and I can’t even fucking believe someone like me is saying those words, but it’s true. She was meant for me and nothing will keep me from her, from taking what is rightfully mine.
I imagine burying my face between her thick thighs, the sound of my name on her lips and her cum filling my mouth.
“Pink,” I growl, and the contrast between the deep raw baritone of my voice and the word itself is as shocking as what is happening right now.
“Yes, it’s a pink raspberry Napoleon. My own original creation. How did you know it would be pink?” Her eyes twinkle as she speaks. “I had to hold it the whole way on the bus to make sure it made it in one piece.”
I shake my head, then set the box down next to us on the desk and bring my face next to her ear.
“Do you believe in destiny, Pink?” I don’t give her a chance to answer. “I didn’t until right now. Thank you for this gift. I would love to eat it, but there is something else I want to eat even more. Get ready, my little May, you are about to discover what a real orgasm feels like.”
“What?”
“Lift up your skirt,” I growl, my teeth on her neck, taking my first bite and listening to her breathy whimpers. I mark her here first, knowing full well it will only be the first. “I want you to show me what else you brought me.”
I lean back, my eyes gobbling up every detail of her face, down her chest where my hands are already working to open the buttons on her sweater.
“Do it. Show me, I want to see your panties,” I order, pinning her with my eyes, and there is a flash of doubt. “You didn’t answer me before. Do you believe in fate, May?”
“I’m not sure.” Her voice is barely above a whisper and her fingertips move to touch the hem of her schoolgirl skirt.
“You should.”
She lifts the navy pleats and I see the soaking round circle in the crotch of her white cotton panties, and my mouth starts to water. I’ve never tasted a woman before and I’m glad I haven’t because I wouldn’t want to taint this moment. I would never want to put my mouth on her after it’s been somewhere else. She’s too perfect, too pure. And she’s all mine.
“Fuck.” I can barely get the word out before my mouth attacks hers. My teeth take her bottom lip, one hand clutches around her neck and I feel my blood rush through my ears.
She lets out a little pleasure yelp as I trace two fingers over the wet spot.
“That feels better than the kiss.” The naive sound of her voice taunts me.
The pain in my dick is welcome because it distracts me from my own need. I will not take her like this, not now, on top of a desk. When it happens, it will be in my bed, in our home. Our home.
When did I decide that? It doesn’t matter. It will happen.
“Yes it does. And you wait just a minute, I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before, okay? It’s a special kind of kiss, May.”
I’m shocked when she doesn’t try to stop me. Not that I could stop if I wanted to. I want to give her this, more than I’ve wanted anything before. I want to hear my name on her lips when she cums because that is what I was born to do. Make her cum.
Her skin is so soft under my rough fingers. I’m mesmerized when she opens her legs another inch, giving me what I want, which is everything.
I drag my knuckles over the soaking indent where her pussy lips are open under the fabric, watching her face as my hand moves slowly up and down.
“Oh my god.” Her mouth drops open and her eyes meet mine.
I am her god right now, because that’s what I need to be.
“Say my name, May.” I push inside her panties and the scent of her drenched cunt hits me like a freight train. I spread her outer lips, gliding my fingers through her juices, slipping up and down until her eyelids fall to half-mast.
“My name,” she repeats in childlike innocence. I think I’ve fallen in love with her right then.
“Do you know what I’m doing?”
I increase the pressure, digging a finger into her slit, moving upward until I feel the hard nub under my thumb and I begin to slowly, methodically manipulate it, round and round.
“I think so and I know I don’t want you to stop.” She looks at me with wonder in her eyes, her lips parted, her round face more beautiful than anything I’ve seen before.
“I’m making you mine. It’s starting right now.”
“Now,” she murmurs, so lost in the sensations I’m giving her that she shows no shame nor reluctance.
“No one’s ever touched you before, have they? Not like this.” She’s so pure, and her reactions tell me I’m right, but I need to hear it from her lips. I need to know. “Tell me, did you let anyone touch what’s mine before today?”
“No. Never. I’ve only touched myself.”
“Good. And no one else ever will, Pink. I’ll be the first and the last to ever touch you like this.”
Jesus, that little added information makes my cock jump another inch. I swear it’s trying to grow thumbs and unbuckle my belt to get at her.
“Show me,” I say as I ease off her. My mind is racing. I can’t imagine anything I could want more right now than to see this fresh, young creature touch herself.
Her eyes refocus when I take my hand away. I bring them to my lips and lick her liquid pleasure from my wet fingertips. It feels like fire engulfs my body when I taste her flavor on my tongue.
“Show you what, exactly?” She shifts on the desk, bringing her torso to sit straight, and I work the buttons on her sweater.
“I want to see how you touch yourself. So I know what you like. And how you like it.” Her sweater falls open and I think I might die right there. Her tits are more glorious than I had imagined, her skin as clear and light as snow. I can’t hold back. I bring my face down and sink into the cleavage, growling and tracing my tongue in the crevice until I hear her breathing stop. My fingers trace a line down the swell of her belly, taking hold of the crotch of her panties. Then I pull away and glare at her. “Do it. Get your fingers inside that cunt and show me.” I pull her panties roughly, tearing them so that they hang loose. The waistband still holds the fabric in place, but they no longer cover what’s mine.
Her eyes spring wide, and her breath comes rapid and uneven. The room is spinning around me but her hand moves to obey as I devour the ripe swell of her tits. My hands work her sweater off her shoulders and I thank Christ her bra clasp is in front.
She lets out a soft moan when my hands work the catch between her breasts and set them free. Then just at the moment I see the full magnificence of her tits, her fingers sink between her legs and disappear into the soaking pink gash which is already branding me with her scent.
“Holy fuck.” My dick is dripping cum and I hope to God I don’t jizz all over myself.
“Like this?” Her breathless question is almost more than I can take. How can something so innocent and pure be so utterly uninhibited and seductive? I bite the inside of my lip until the coppery flavor of my own blood spreads over my tongue. I need to know I’m not dreaming.
“Yes, Pink, just like that.”
I hear the movement of her fingers in her wet folds, slurping, popping, as my mouth tastes her hardening nipple. I let out a moan which nearly shakes the ground as I draw her into my mouth. My tongue dances around each gathering bump and nub. I suck hard, pulling her into my mouth until it’s full of her. I hear the movements of her hand, faster, faster, as her back arches into me and I know I’ve found home.
“That feels like Christmas and my birthday and . . . oh my god. Something’s happening—” Her voice reaches a crescendo and I let her tit pop free from my mouth because I know what I need.
My fingers grip her knees, pushing them apart.
“Lay back, May.”
She pauses the rapid motion of her fingers. I see the glistening wetness coating her bare outer lips and that rage engulfs me for moment. I have to be sure.
“Have you ever shown yourself to anyone but me? Your pussy is bare. Who told you to do that? Did any other man ever see you like this, May?” My voice shakes with the thought that any other fuck may have even looked at her.
“No.” She shakes her head and the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know and more. “No one has ever seen me. I read an article in the newspaper about shaving, so I tried it and I liked how it felt. It’s smooth and nice in my panties. I like it.” She hesitates and my heart almost breaks. “You don’t like it?”
“I like it. I like it very much. But you will never show anyone else, do you hear me?” She nods. “And I need to be sure. Because I want all your firsts, Pink. All of them are mine, do you understand?” I lick my lips, knowing what’s next. I don’t dare let my cock out of my pants. I would never be able to control myself.
“This is so strange. I barely know you, but I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Oh, May, you don’t disappoint me.” I kiss her forehead and let her knees go, cradling her cheeks in my hands and leaning in to kiss her lips. “Lay back.” I guide her body down onto the desk.
“What are you going to do? Are we going to go all the way? Because I don’t think I want to do that. I mean, not right here. Not now.” There’s no fear in her voice; she is just utterly and completely truthful.
“No, May. When I fuck you, it will be in our home. In my bed. And believe me, when it’s time for that you will have no doubt. Did you like it when I kissed you before?”
She’s laying out on my desk with her auburn hair splayed behind her head, her tits soft and full as my fingers trace down from her neck, a red mark rising on the inside flesh of her right tit where I left my first mark on her.
The first of many that will come.
“Yes. I loved the kissing.” She smiles, then gasps as I pinch each nipple.
I move my hands down to spread her legs, and her pussy is so beautiful and fresh that my heart feels like it’s coming out of my chest.
“I’m going to kiss you down here now. And you’re going to know what a real orgasm feels like. Your first real orgasm. And I’m going to give it to you, Pink.”
There is something about her that has clawed its way deep inside me and latched on. And I know what all the waiting was for. It was for her.
I drop down to my knees, my face at the perfect height to attack her with my mouth. Full force, my tongue goes inside first, and from the sounds she’s making I’m sure it’s the right way to start. She’s tight as fuck. My tongue barely sinks inside her before I can go no deeper. I spread her legs with my hands, needing her open, completely visible and accessible.
I‘ve waited longer than most men could for this moment, but I can tell you without a second of hesitation that it was all worth it.
Her hips jerk under my mouth. I want all of her. The taste of her juice runs over my tongue and through my veins, marking me with a permanent brand that will never be undone. She’s sweet and seductive, and it’s a taste I had never imagined and now can’t imagine living without. It’s like breathing for the first time after being held underwater too long.
Eating her is like finally finding your place in the world. The search is over and you’ve found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Her body is shaking and I bring one hand up to settle it over her belly, laying my palm flat against her soft skin. She is lush and curved, and everything about her has my head spinning and my dick ready to fill her with cum.
“Oh my god, it’s happening . . . that thing . . . it’s happening . . . oh my god.” Her quivering voice sends drops of cum out of my cock while my mouth sucks down on her clit, drawing it between my lips, nipping and tonguing it until her body freezes under my touch.
It’s the calm before the storm. I don’t draw back, but suck harder, one hand pressing her legs open, tasting her as she runs like a river into my mouth, but I only want more. She takes off like a rocket, crying out and shaking, spraying my face with her release, and I think I’ve just discovered
heaven.
Her pleasure is my muse. I’m completely gone.
All the years of waiting have come to this. One girl, one night. And my future is set. She has to feel it too, whatever this is between us. I know she feels it, because it’s as real as the hard, white walls around us. We belong to each other. She’s marked me with her first orgasm and I plan to spend the rest of my life giving her more. Every other one she will ever have; it will come from me.
I can barely control my own need. But I will, for her. I am suddenly someone I didn’t know an hour ago. I’m her protector, her lover, her everything. And she is mine. Very soon the whole world will know that, because I plan to have her in my bed with my cock inside her, delivering the baby-making magic until the job is done.
Right now I need to figure out what the fuck this whole fiancé bullshit is and end that once and for all. This little sweetheart has a story, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life learning every letter.
When her breathing slows, I kiss my way up her body, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her up, leaving her sweater open and her skirt around her waist, because I need to see her like this.
“Wow. Boy, that was really something. Wow. Just . . . wow.” Her cheeks are bright pink as I bring my face to hers, kissing her and letting her taste the first of her orgasms on my lips.
Her hands come up to settle on each side of my face and it’s almost as beautiful as tasting her pussy for the first time. She’s so giving, so honest and free. I panic at the thought of her ever being out of my sight again.
Our kiss is soft and urgent, but I fight off my own desire, keeping it in check because it is a beast and she isn’t ready. But I almost lose control when her hand comes down between us and she starts to rub my painful erection through my pants.
I let out a sigh and break our kiss, leaning my forehead into hers, smelling the sweet scent of her snatch in the warm breath between us.
“May . . .” My voice catches as her hand works up and down.
“I have never seen one.” Her breathy voice and lack of inhibition only fuels the possessive fire raging inside me. “This feels so big. It goes all the way—” Her hand falls low, and my balls seize up as her fingers trace them through my jeans. “—from here, all the way, up, up, up to here. I didn’t realize a penis would be this big.”
