His hands were now undoing her jeans, and he lifted her from the pile of denim. "For a proper miss you wear very sensuous panties," he told her, eyeing the silk bikini bottom, amused.
"They match the bra," she said low. "Pretty undergarments are my one vice," Emily told him. Her hands imitated his, and she undid his jeans, thrusting them down over his lean hips. "Oh!" she gasped, surprised. "You don't wear…" Her voice died.
"No, I don't," he said. "And from now on I don't want you to either. No bra. No panties when you are with me. I want you ready whenever I want you, Emily. And you will be a very good girl and do what I tell you, won't you?" He tipped her face up to his even as he ripped the lace-and-silk bikini from her body. Then his hand slipped quickly between her legs to cup her mons.
Emily caught her breath, surprised. "No underwear?" she managed to say.
"When I want to fuck you, angel face, I don't want to have to waste the time pulling off your clothes that I could spend making us both happy," he told her.
"Do you treat all your women this way, Devlin?" She could not lose control of this situation. Oh, God, his hand was so warm. He fingered the curls of her pubic area and she couldn't contain the shiver that ran up her spine.
"Are you a good girl or a bad girl?" he asked her. His tongue began to harry her small ear. "I think you might be a bad girl under all that propriety."
"I don't know what I am, but I'm sure you're going to tell me afterward," she said spiritedly. "I already know you're a bad boy, Devlin." She was naked in the arms of a naked man. And she still had the ability to carry on a conversation? What in the name of heaven would her grandmothers think of her? Well, at least she wasn't Katy.
"Like all writers, you talk too much," he said, and then he kissed her mouth hard. His tongue ran suggestively along her lips, and instinctively she opened them, allowing him entry. Their tongues curled about each other.
He had pulled her against him. Their naked bodies were touching, and the sensation was very exciting. Was this what was called a French kiss? she asked herself as their tongues began to caress each other. Not bad, and his breath tasted of mint and coffee. She let her tongue stroke his.
He pushed her back onto the bed. Her butt was on the mattress, but her legs were dangling over. Then he knelt and, lifting her legs up, rested them over his shoulders. What was he doing? He pulled her legs apart, and his dark head dove between them.
Emily squealed with surprise, almost fainting with shock when she felt him open her labia and begin to lick a part of her flesh she had never anticipated would be touched by another's tongue. Vaguely she recalled seeing pictures of a man between a woman's legs in her books, but she never knew exactly what was happening. Well, she did now! "Oh, God!" His tongue had touched her clitoris, and it was incredibly sensitive. The tongue flicked relentlessly back and forth over that rosebud of flesh. She was almost unconscious with the pleasure his tongue was giving her. She shivered once, twice. "Please," she said. "Please!" She wasn't quite sure what she wanted, but she wanted something.
He stopped, disentangling himself from her slender limbs.
"No!" she said, shocked by her own reaction. "No!"
Laughing, he pulled her up, giving her a kiss. "That's how you taste, Emily, and you are delicious." Then he sat quickly down on the bed, yanking her over his knee, and gave her bottom three quick, hard spanks. "I figured you for a bad girl, angel face. Let's be bad together now." He stood for a moment again, and then pushed her back onto the bed. "Those darling little tits of yours need some loving attention," he told her. Flinging himself next to her, he lowered his dark head and closed his mouth over one of her nipples. "Ummm," he said. "Almost, but not quite as tasty as your sweet cunny."
Oh, Lord, Emily thought. Her books had certainly not prepared her for all of this. What else didn't they show her? She had to do something herself to prove to him that she was enjoying their encounter. "Hey, give me a turn!" she said and, pulling away from him, began to kiss his nipples. Boldly she licked them and then let her tongue move down his torso as far as his belly button. His pubic hair was thickly curled, and the color of midnight. And his penis… For a moment she was frightened. The men in the picture books she had didn't have penises like that. He seemed far bigger. Thicker. Longer.
"Don't take me in your mouth." Devlin groaned. "I want to come inside you this first time, angel face. Do you have any condoms? I didn't quite expect this."
"No," Emily said, shaking her head.
"It's all right. I've been tested. I'm fine. How 'bout you? You're on the pill?"
"Uh-huh," she lied, suspecting he'd stop if she told him the truth: that she wasn't on the pill because she didn't need it. That she had never before had sex.
He pulled her up and on top of him, rubbing his penis between her thighs. Then suddenly he rolled Emily over, spreading her thighs wide, fitting himself between them. He took her face between his big hands. "I never wanted a woman so quickly before," he told her. "What is this magic about you, Emily Shanski?" Then he kissed her slowly.
It was the most sensual kiss she had ever imagined. His mouth was warm and seductive against hers. She felt as if her bones were melting as his lips worked against hers. Still, Emily was very, very aware he was positioning himself to enter her. She tensed, surprised when he immediately noticed.
"I'll go slow this first time," he told her. "I want to ram myself home, I'm so damned hot for you, angel face. But I want you to always remember the first time Mick Devlin fucked you." The head of his penis pushed gently into her vagina barely an inch. "Do you know how hard it is for me to be patient? You are so tight, angel face, and so ready for me." He kissed her again, moving himself another tiny distance.
Emily's eyes were closed tight. She was barely able to breathe. Her whole consciousness was focused on what was happening to her. His thick penis stretched the walls of her vagina. She could feel her body enclosing him, feel him moving inexorably forward. When did it end? And where was that mysterious thing called orgasm that was supposed to happen to her? Would she know it when it happened?
Michael Devlin struggled in the face of his own overwhelming lust to give his partner every bit of enjoyment that he could. He knew if he did, she would retaliate in kind. The orgasm building up in him was going to be enormous, he sensed. And then suddenly, to his great surprise his slow sweet progress was blocked. At first he thought he was imagining it, but no, he was not. "Jaysus!" he swore. "You're a virgin!" He looked down at Emily with her tightly closed eyes. "Open your eyes, you conniving little witch, and tell me the truth. You're a virgin, right?"
Emily did not open her eyes. "Uh-huh," she whispered.
"Oh, Christ, I can't stop now, angel face," he told her. "I'm sorry." And then without further ado, he pulled his raging penis back and drove through her hymen.
Emily shrieked. "You're hurting me," she sobbed. Why hadn't anyone warned her about pain? Would it always be like that? All her books were useless.
"Lie still," he told her. "The pain will go away in a minute. You damned little fool, you should have warned me." His hand caressed her face tenderly.
"If I had you wouldn't have done it," she whimpered.
"Probably not," he agreed. "Why?"
"Is this the time to be discussing this?" she asked almost ruefully.
"No, angel face, it isn't," he said. Then he was kissing her gently, softly, and moving on her with tender care.
The pain was gone almost as quickly as it had come. Her eyes closed again, and she let herself slide away into a world of sensation. Her body was accepting him far more easily now. He whispered little prompts in her ear, and she followed them easily. Her legs wrapped about his torso, and she gasped with distinct pleasure as he moved deeper into her vagina. "Oh, yes!" she heard her own voice say, and he laughed low. The rhythm between them was like nothing she had ever experienced. This was wonderful!