by Wyatt, Dani
He reveled in her softness, the way her body curved under his fingers, his lips. She was nervous, her hands fluttered by her hips and finally came to rest, crossing over her in a gesture of protection as her legs pulled toward one another.
“Oh no, don’t do that.” Flynn’s fingertips dug into her knees as he stood full and tall, yanking her body down toward the edge of the bed, leaving a fire of ginger waves splayed up and around her shocked face. “Don’t ever do that around me. Don’t hide anything, cover anything. I want all of you. You make my fucking heart stop seeing you like this. Damn it, Lilly.” Flynn’s cock had never been so hard in his life, and it was more than he could stand, seeing that look of doubt in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, but — maybe we can blow out the candles? Make it a little darker in here — I’d feel…”
“No. No fucking way. Stop it.” Flynn drew his hand up and through his hair, deciding not to entertain her insecurity, but to show her how unnecessary it was.
In one swoop, both hands came down on her knees, he kicked off his jeans, pulling the briefs with them and he was back down in front of the altar of such pink beauty he felt like he took a shot to the head.
His ears were fucking ringing as he looked down, pulled her legs apart, let his eyes dance on her naked lower lips before he wrapped his arms around to hold her steady and took a long, deep draw on the air just above the glistening heat.
Holy fuck. I’m here, finally. Make her never regret this night, man. It’s all on you — don’t fuck up.
“Look at me,” Flynn commanded.
Lilly was staring straight up at the ceiling like she was in some damn doctor’s office. Every muscle in her body was on lock down, her fingers squeezing into and out of her palms like a heartbeat.
Sure, she was nervous, but he had to get her head right, or this wasn’t going to be the night he needed for her. The night he demanded he give her.
“Look.”
Her entire body jolted at the volume of his voice.
She raised her head, eyelids dancing up and down before she latched onto his.
As soon as he caught the moment when he felt her connect with him, he lowered, dancing just on her inner thigh with his lips.
Her skin began to shake as he took his time, worked lower, then jumped to the other side, gliding his tongue in that sensitive space where her legs became lips, and he felt it.
It wasn’t much, but she opened to him, her legs spread just another inch on her own, and he knew she was ready.
Her scent was magic and fire and desperation, and he couldn’t breathe in enough. The thought of his tongue glancing over the pink petals sent his cock into another orbit as his mouth came down and he pulled one side of her outer lip into his warmth.
Flynn became a riot of oversensitive nerves. He could feel her blood as it rushed under her skin, filling and heating wherever his mouth worked.
Basking in the glory of her taste, he knew it was time to quit teasing. Her body was shaking, and he could see the sweet, clear flood coming out of her already.
With one more deep breath, his eyes locked on hers, and he brought his mouth onto her holy place, his tongue opening her and discovering for the first time each crest and nuance.
Oh my fucking god, like tasting heaven itself. Hot and ginger sweet, my own sexual buffet. I’m never fucking going to want to leave.
He yanked her legs farther apart. Probably harder than he intended, but there was no more patience left in him. His desire twisted in his gut, running up and down each nerve from toes to eyes and creating in him a madman bent on her pleasure alone.
A gush of silken nectar ran over his tongue, and Flynn let out his own deep groan to match the crazed painful echoes filling the room as Lilly’s body jerked and shifted as he savaged her.
Lilly started bucking and let out a sweet little roar as her body clenched and a river flowed out of her. Flynn drank her in, taking every drop and holding her steady as she let out a scream and came on his face with the first wave of her bliss..
The wind outside picked up outside, capturing her scream and sending it out over the lake. Flynn kept her pinned tightly against his tongue as he sank it inside her as deep as he could reach. Feeling her resistance, his dick did a double take.
Her body clenched as he worked and raised another immediate round of beautiful music from her writhing body. If she was going to leave this room on her own power, Flynn needed to be sure her body was primed and ready for his overachieving dick. He couldn’t remember ever taking a virgin before, and any of the nameless who came before still had a hitch in their giddy-up after a round with his beast from below.
Flynn listened as her moans turned to whimpers. He felt her press herself into his mouth. A swell of pride filled him, knowing he was giving her every ounce of himself, everything in that moment had her name written on it and his own screaming, demanding dick would have to calm the fuck down for a bit longer.
She wants my face right here? I’m only more than fucking happy to oblige. Stay the damn course, captain, she’s right where we want her.
Lilly’s thighs shook in Flynn’s hands as her hips began to rock on his tongue, only making his mouth more furious. He sucked in her inner folds, mapping her every inch for future adventures as he dropped one hand and started gently swirling a finger where her body creamed and flowed like a mountain stream.
Her pussy’s heat and flavor were as intoxicating as any drug. Flynn’s head began to spin, and he felt the floor moving under his knees.
Nothing was ever so perfect as his mouth on this sweet heat as he pressed one finger inside, moving round and deeper, clamping down and sucking her clit into his mouth and her legs jerked and wrapped around his shoulders, her belly rose to the ceiling, and her head started to flip from side to side.
She screamed the damn roof down as a wild wave of bliss took her from him for a moment. The sounds stopped, and her body went from hurricane to glass as her eyes rolled back in her head and her legs went slack over his shoulders.
You should have let up, you greedy son-of-a-bitch — did she pass the fuck out? God damn overachiever.
When he felt a small vibration in her inner thighs, Flynn drew back. Her eyes were shut — her hands flat on the sheets and her chest lay silent.
“Babe?” Flynn danced his tongue across her belly, watching her face for a sign she was with him.
He felt wild and out of control, his hands moving up over her hips until they were full of those magnificent tits, watching her face intently as his tongue traced a trail from her belly button to her chin.
His cock ran rampant; pre-cum flowed as every inch reached up, feeling the warmth from her radiate and hit the swollen head.
He took her mouth and his head cleared as he felt her react, her tongue swooping over his as he felt her take a deep cleansing breath under him.
“You okay, babe?” Flynn shifted back so he could see the look in her eyes.
“Yeah.” The word came out like a breath, and her hands wound into his hair.
His brain shut down when her legs raised around his waist and began to pull him toward her.
I hope she’s ready.
Flynn latched onto her mouth as his dripping cock head swooped down to tease at her entrance. He listened as her breathing stopped again, and he pulled back.
“You gotta breathe, don’t stop breathing.”
“Okay — I’m just… God, I want you. I want you so much. I feel like I’m running to something, and I just can’t seem to get there. Please, make love to me. I don’t care if it hurts, just please…” Her voice shook and faltered.
Her eyes looked like pools of green lust, her black-rimmed eyelids fell to half-moons, and her hips quivered.
“Come here. Up here, I want to watch your face on the pillows. You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted this since the day you stepped out of that car. Like you were made for me. To save me. To make me want to live again.”
Flynn lifted her until she was in
the center of the plush white clouds of pillows, his body looming over her like a fighter entering the ring. Every muscle on alert, his eyes unwavering on the blush pink of her cheeks. The way her lips were parted just enough for her breath to find its way in and out.
He covered her with himself, feeling her against him from forehead to toes, his steel hard shaft nestled against her soaking folds, awaiting the orders to march forward.
The scent of their sex was like sweet poison mixing with the soft vanilla of the candles and the musty attic loft. It would forever be their place, the place where Flynn discovered what it felt like to want to live forever in a moment.
“You ready, babe?”
Lilly nodded as he kissed her forehead, then her nose and finally took her mouth in one final virgin’s kiss.
Flynn dropped his hand, his hips pulling back, opening her legs as he guided himself forward.
The moment her soft, silk heat touched his engorged head, he lurched forward, his damn dick gaining another fucking inch and turning into granite in his hand.
She was dripping on his head as he began to make the two of them into one.
Lilly’s body curved up and into him, the magnificence of her beauty only making the moment sweeter and Flynn felt emotions that had no names.
Sex before was just that. An act. Like lifting a barbell or answering the door. A physical release no more intimate than a cough or a sneeze.
This. Now.
This was not sex.
This is like my fucking soul wants to sink into her and wrap us together. I’ve never felt like this, everything in me wants to consume her like a fire. My dick will never be the fucking same, I can tell you that.
Flynn gently reached his hips forward, her body already pushing back, but he felt the resisting tightness and he knew he had to take her, claim her, or it would only prolong the pain.
With the tip of his cock barely inside, her eyes widened, a gulp of fear going down her throat as Flynn tensed, held himself steady, both hands behind her neck, holding her warmth against him.
Their eyes were inches apart as Flynn tightened.
Hold on, baby girl, hold on.
Flynn ground his teeth together as the sound of her pain ripped through him like a storm. Her body yielded only an inch, but the way she wrapped onto him was the most perfect and painful moment in his life.
“Fuck, God yes, Lilly, I’m sorry it hurts, babe,” Flynn growled as he listened to her whimpers.
“No, wait, don’t move.” Her eyes were as big as the full silver moon.
“You want to stop?” Flynn held his breath until he saw her shake her head.
She bit down on her lip and Flynn’s body flooded with his own desperate instinct. He shifted and canted his hips, then drove forward in another restrained thrust.
“Oh God.” Lilly’s hands were flailing, fingernails breaking skin on his shoulders and her head fell back into his hands.
“God, babe — just hold on. Trust me. Just trust me, okay?”
She nodded and Flynn felt her insides clench. He waited until she drew her next deep breath, then without mercy, he plunged forward, tearing through. Her body opened as she screamed into his kiss.
In that moment, she was his. Flynn felt like wings grew from his back and he took flight, carrying her up and away from everything that held them to this life.
He stroked back, then in another inch, his raging dick wanting all of her root to tip, but Flynn dared not give her all of him, not today. Not tonight.
“Take me. Just like that, move with me.” Flynn waited for her hips to answer.
“God, it hurts.” She answered with her words, then her body raised. “I want all of you, it feels so good and it hurts.” Her last words came out like a sob.
Yeah, that’s not going to happen tonight, my little beauty, I don’t need to be carrying you down that rickety ladder ‘cause you can’t fucking walk and get us both killed.
“Not tonight. Just follow me, babe, trust me.” Flynn gave her another stroke, back and forth, feeling her walls gush with cream and suck him in another inch at a time until he heard that little fuck-hurt noise, and he held steady.
Her nails dug in again, and Flynn reveled in the pain and pleasure as she scored the black ink across his back with crimson.
His own seed tingled in his balls and tightened them to his body as she caressed his cock.
It was like a rebirth, feeling so connected to someone else for the first time like she was baptizing him in her sweet dew. She soaked him as he thrust, her eyes opening and eyelashes fluttering, the look of sweet trust and innocence almost pushing him over the edge.
Holy fuck, steady, boy. Slow and steady, not yet. God, just make her scream, I want to feel her cum on my cock more than I want the fucking air.
Flynn locked his body onto hers, she couldn’t take all of him, but he caressed her slit with his body, giving her a bit more with each motion until he could barely focus and the room began to spin.
He couldn’t imagine being this guy. The one who spoke flowery prose and had trumpets fucking going off about a girl. But, that was exactly who he was now. Thinking of her taking his seed someday was almost more than he could bear. Like giving her his damn soul to hold onto for the rest of his life.
“Like that, babe?”
Flynn lowered his hands from her neck to grip the ripe, roundness of her stunning ass, angling her body so he could press her open slit into him. He ground the hard lower muscles of his abs onto her clit and watched her face as her eyes closed and her mouth opened.
She answered with a gush. She made a little sound in her throat like nothing he had ever heard and then her pussy muscles began to play a concerto on him.
Fuck, stick a fork in me — I’m done.
“That’s it, baby girl, let me feel you cum on me. God damn, yes, Jesus that feels so fucking good. Cum on my cock, babe…”
Flynn buried his head into her neck, going deeper with each convulsion of her body and sinking his teeth into the softness of her shoulder, listening to her soft, throaty noise turn into a bellow and her body jerked and flounced under him and around him until he saw red and knew he was gone.
She came to rest for just a split second before Flynn pulled out, his dick in hand as the head filled with blood and turned to solid rock.
“Open, babe, take me, now, open…”
Her lips parted, and that was the last moment of any logical thought that passed through his mind.
Lilly’s hands came up and wrapped onto the slick base streaked with her virgin blood. She curled her body forward, her eyes slits and he stroked the last moment and then gushed into her mouth, his seed thick and white on her tongue as his head fell back, and a noise somewhere between a grizzly and a primal demon came from him.
Flynn had never felt anything close to this. His body locked into almost painful spasms as he came on her tongue, his mind blurred, and everything went silent.
When his brain and his body stopped seizing, he opened his eyes.
He could still feel the gentle pressure of her hands around him. Still slick with her juice and a long opalescent string of pearl white hung on her bottom lip connected to the almost purple head of his still swollen cock.
“Let me see,” Flynn choked out.
Her cheeks were ripe pink, her lips glossy as she opened and on her tongue there was what he gave her, still held like a precious poison set to kill them both.
“Fuck. Good girl. Now swallow it, take it inside you.”
It took her two swallows before a sheepish smile crossed her candy pink lips.
A rush of such primal instinct to protect her came across Flynn like a lightning bolt. He knew what he’d felt before, but this — oh no, this was unlike any human emotion he would have imagined. Something akin to what a father must feel for a child. A desperate fury that twisted around his heart and soul until he couldn’t bear to think of her ever being away from him again.
***
Time seem
ed to stop. Or shift or flex, because Lilly felt as though they were stuck in this moment, with Flynn’s body over her, shaking as his flavor spread over her tongue.
The angles on his face looked like a man in a battle. His muscles trembled, and the tips of his fingers shook as he traced over her chin, pushing upward when he growled at her to swallow what he had given her.
In that moment, she changed.
She could feel it, a different way of seeing. Of being.
Not just him, but everything. A harsh stabbing throb began to chase away the magical wonder of the way he worked her body.
“You okay?” Flynn lowered himself down to the pillows next to her, his lips warm on her cheek as he pulled her into that perfect spot against his chest.
“Are you? I can feel your heart like a hammer.” Lilly felt the smooth softness of his skin, tracing the deep, ragged silver-pink scar.
“I don’t know. This is some new fucking territory for me, babe. You are amazing. I know it hurts. I’m sorry. Could not be helped.”
He met her forehead with his lips as one hand lowered over her belly, lightly turning the corner and teasing across the sensitive skin just inside her hip.
Lilly’s body reacted with a jerk, and she let out a little yelp.
“Ummm, that bad? Sorry, babe. I promise it will get better. But, you sure rocked the sheets off the damn bed a couple times.”
He angled his head, so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. Those emerald green eyes seemed to see more of her than what anyone else could.
She’d worked so hard for months to block whatever this was. This electric attraction that she only knew of from books and wild, romantic folktales.
But, in the end, it was real. Something with one other person you’ve never felt before. Something that made them stay with you at night in your dreams and forced you to feel and think about what it might be like to have a life of your own.
One that didn’t include marriages as business deals and contractual obligations.
God, why him? Why couldn’t it have been some boy at the University? Some farmer back home? Why did it have to be the son of the man that got down on his knee and promised to give her a life of which she’d only dreamed?
