I hate tearing my mouth away from hers, but I only do so to enable me to take off my shirt. With each button that comes undone she eyes me, watching me work. I capture her mouth again, our tongues meeting and working to increase the passion between us. She tugs at my undershirt, causing me to stand back up. I pull my hands through my sleeves, popping off my cuffs links. They clank somewhere in the room, no doubt to be found by my housekeeper later. Daisy kicks off her shoes as I pull off my undershirt. She scoots to the middle of my bed. The vision of her lying there is sending all the blood in my body to my increasing bulge.
My pants stay on, but I shed my socks and shoes before climbing onto the bed to join her. I don’t know whether to lie on top of her or beside her. Everything I know about women is all for naught because this girl is different. Her eyes are rapturous and I want to ravage her. I want to feast on what she’s bringing to the table and never let her go. I trail my finger down her chest and run it along the top of her dress. Daisy takes my hand, kissing my palm, before sitting up and turning around. Her head turns slightly over her shoulder and she looks at me with nothing but pure desire.
Her zipper moves painstakingly slow. My fingers glide along the back of her shoulders, pushing her straps down. It’s only then that I take in what’s she’s wearing under her dress: A black lace bra with the sexiest pair of black panties. Secretly, I’m happy she’s not wearing a thong because now I have more to imagine.
I pull her dress up over her head and lay it behind me, near the edge of the bed. It’s as delicate as she is, especially since I heard her tell one of the ladies tonight that it was her grandmother’s. I pull her to me and press my lips to her neck then her collarbone. Her breathing is rapid, causing me to pause.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not…” she clears her throat. “Nothing.” She tries to smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I turn her around so she’s facing me. Her eyes are downcast, avoiding me.
“Daisy,” I say as I lift her chin to look at me. “Please don’t shut me out.”
She closes her eyes and tries to relax. “I’ve never done this before.” Her words are matter of fact and have me both rejoicing and freaking the fuck out. I can’t let her see that I’m panicking though.
“We can go slow, or we can put our clothes back on. Nothing has to happen.” I’m such a liar. I want her legs wrapped around my waist in the worst way.
“I want to try. Maybe not all tonight, but I want to try with you.”
“Are you sure?” My voice breaks like a puberty stricken teenager.
She nods and lets her fingers dance over my skin. With each touch, she leaves a path of intense feeling behind. I don’t know what it is about her touch, or about her, but my body enjoys the ache she brings. It welcomes her with open arms, begging for her to be near.
This time our kiss is slow as I cradle her face in my hands. I nip at her lower lip, teasing her and myself until I can’t take anymore. My tongue glides along her lips asking for entrance into her delectable little mouth. She moans when our tongues meet and her hand tugs at my hair. I pull her closer to me until I’m leaning over her and we’re falling back onto my bed.
“Is this okay?” I ask, trailing kisses down her neck, chest and over the valley of her breasts. I tug slightly on the cup of her bra, freeing them.
“Tell me when to stop,” I say, giving her all the control right now. When she arches her back, I continue, bringing her peaked nipple into my mouth. I bite down gently before lapping at her sensitive bud. My hand kneads her other breast, letting my finger tweak and pull until I’m ready to show it the same attention.
Her legs fall open, welcoming me to her center. I’m so hard I can feel my head pressing against the zipper of my pants as I deftly remove my belt. I grind into her core, rocking back and forth. The friction is welcomed, but it’s not enough. I haven’t dry humped since high school, but this is as good as it’s going to get tonight.
Her flesh is on fire, her mewling is encouraging, if not frustrating. I want to be buried to the hilt inside of her. I need to know what she feels like wrapped around my dick. For weeks I’ve been waiting for this moment.
Daisy pulls me back to her mouth and drives her tongue deep inside. Her hands push down on my ass, encouraging me to move faster. Each moan is swallowed. Each thrust is welcomed. I rub my hand over her panty-covered core and just about lose my shit. She’s so fucking wet that it’s taking every ounce of will power not to rip her panties off and plunge deep inside her. That bitch of a devil is snickering in my ear to do it while the angel is reminding me that Daisy is fragile and this is new to her. She may be a virgin, but I’m getting the impression she’s at least made it to second base.
I lean back, pulling myself away from her. My palm rubs up and down my bulge while Daisy lies in front of me, her chest moving up and down in a lust-filled rhythmic motion.
“Can I touch you?” I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and give a slight tug until her hands clamp down on me. I ease up, waiting for a signal to either stop or continue taking her clothes off.
I kiss the insides of her thighs, leaving my hands gripped at her sides. With each kiss, I’m watching her, waiting until I’m at her center. I inhale deeply, taking in her scent. She’s going to destroy me if I’m not careful.
My lips press down on her lace-covered pussy much to her delight. Her thighs quiver and her breathing picks up. I slide my finger into her panties, my knuckle grazing her sensitive bud. Her breath hitches and my cock throbs for attention. I don’t have the heart to tell him he’s going to stay behind his cotton barrier tonight.
I maneuver my body so I can take off her panties one leg at a time. The woman that I have been watching, the one I’ve been trying to get to know, the one that has pushed me to put myself out there, lies bare before me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say as I kiss my way up her body. A lesser man would’ve gone to town and not made her feel comfortable, but that’s not me.
“I don’t know what to do,” she says as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“About what?” I ask stupidly. I roll off of her, settling in by her side.
“Sex. I don’t know what to do. Like right now, should I be touching you?”
I can’t help but rub my hard on against her leg. “Do you feel that?”
She nods, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth.
“I want you, but I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
Daisy turns on her side and I use this as an opportunity to hitch her leg over my hip. I’m so fucking happy that I can only see her eyes and breasts right now because any visual of what’s going on any lower and I’ll be ripping my trousers off.
“What if I’m ready now?”
Fuck me sideways. I groan and kiss her hard.
“You’re not,” I say, pulling away. “But I can get you ready if you want.”
She nods and I swear my fingers fucking dance for joy. I bring her to me, pressing my lips against hers. My hand massages her leg as I work my way to her core. The slightest brush of my finger against her center has her squirming. I deepen the kiss when my finger is at her entrance. I give a small push, earning a gasp.
She’s so fucking wet, it takes nothing for my finger to glide in and out. I hold back from kissing her so I can watch her eyes. They focus on me as her hand tugs at my hair. My room is starting to fill with the smell of sex, accompanied by the fucking sounds coming out of her mouth. Each gasp makes it harder for me to remain in control. My dick is going to fucking explode if I don’t relieve the pressure soon.
Daisy hitches her leg higher and I love that she’s so into this. Her hips rock with the movement of my hand. She pulls me to her, taking my mouth with hers and sucking on my tongue. I’m about to fucking die, right here, right now.