Page 24 of Tall, Dark, and Grumpy

“Except take my virginity.” Her pout is so kissable.

“Except that.” Though I want it. I really, really do. But more than I crave her tight, wet, hot little pussy over my cock, I need her to never regret anything we do. If we have sex, it’ll be a forever promise with a ring and making a baby. “I will make you come so hard you’ll feel the echo in a week.”

She makes a needy little sound.

“Now.” I crook my finger. “Come here and kiss me.” That glimpse I had of her pussy lips glistened, and I’m keen to discover if she’s as eager for this as she seems.

I slide my palm down her thigh as she settles on my lap again. Between us, my cock is a steel rod, thick and heavy.

She’s tentative as she leans in. Our lips touch.

It’s fire. I nibble and suck and she presses her palms to my chest, shifting closer as our mouths engage in a leisurely dance. It’s like we’ve done this thousands of times before, so natural. The crackling chemistry between us is undeniable.

This time as I sink my hand into her hair, she arches as I tug and reveals her neck. I kiss down it, making her shudder. I indulge in that, with little bites that make her gasp, and will leave marks.

Then, taking her hand, I rub my thumb over her small palm and then twist my hand so her fingers cover mine, partly at least. She blinks as I lower our hands together to rest lightly on her thigh.

“Show me how wet you are.”

She makes a needy sound and squirms and pushes my hand down, until my fingertips brush her mons.

“Brave girl.” And I see she glows with my praise before she kisses me again and presses my fingers into her slit. Slick, warm arousal drips onto my knuckles.

“Absolutely soaked,” I observe. “That’s so good. Now show me where you need me to touch you, Cassie.”

“Here,” she whispers back. “Stroke me. Make me come. Please, Mr Blackwood.”

“Vito,” I remind her.

“Vito.” Pressing her mouth to mine, she kisses me desperately as I explore her folds with infinitesimal slowness. “I’ve never done this before. Help me.”

“You’ve never made yourself come?” I ask in disbelief.

She shakes her head, and I gather her closer to me, kissing her with all the pent-up desire of the last month.

“I never wanted to until…” That statement is left hanging.

“Innocent girl. Amore mio dolce.” I whisper other romantic and filthy words in Italian. Around kisses and in a language she doesn’t understand, I tell her how hot and perfect her little pussy is, and that I didn’t think I could love her any more, but her being this innocent fills my heart with pride and engorges my cock beyond what I thought possible.

All the while, I caress the bare nape of her neck and slip my fingertips over her slit, circling and gradually approaching the little untouched nub.

As my finger brushes her clit she gasps, I smirk. “That’s right. I’m going to make you fly.”

She grasps my lapels, and while I rub over her clit, she holds herself to me.

“That’s a good girl.” And because she squirms and pants more, I add. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

“Vito.” Cassie is losing it, slumping against me and open-mouth kissing my neck.

“Reach for it. Feel that pressure building inside you? Drag it towards you.”

She’s keening now as her climax approaches.

“You’re my good girl.” I increase the pace of the thrusts of my fingers inside her, rubbing that sensitive inside wall hard, and feeling how she shudders in my arms.

She screams, convulsing on my fingers.

“So beautiful.” I hold her to me as she breaks, pulsing on my fingers again and again, before eventually slumping as her climax drops off. “This is what you wanted when you wore that tease of a dress, wasn’t it?”