Page 196 of The First Taste

I want himbad.

Calum kisses his way down my lower belly, to my thighs, around my sensitive mons. With his fingers he spreads my pussy lips wide.

“God damn, Kaia,” he says quietly. He lays one kiss just above my lips. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to taste you?”

Without waiting for a response, he buries his whole face in my pussy, gorging himself on my taste, getting my scent and juices all over his mouth. Then he pulls back, licking slowly but hungrily along my seam. He lets out a low moan again. “So fucking sweet, Kaia.”

He sticks out his tongue and swirls it around my clit, the part of my body that begs for attention. He groans and takes my sensitive clit in his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue flicking against my bud.

I moan and touch my tits, grabbing them and pinching my nipples. The sensation makes my hips buck and my back bow.

His tongue quickly reduces me to a shivering, moaning maniac. I writhe my hips against his tongue, unable to contain myself any longer, but his strong hands on my hips hold me in place. He licks and sucks until I see nothing but stars and fireworks, feeling like I am about to fly away if it wasn't for him anchoring me.

The pressure that has been building up inside me releases into a bright ball of light. My mind shatters, shards falling every different direction. I scream his name, digging my fingers into his shoulders and tugging at his hair.

He keeps licking, swirling his tongue. I become too sensitive and push at his shoulders. He looks up at me with the filthiest grin.

“You taste better than I could’ve imagined, beauty.”

He raises himself up, coming up to kiss my lips hard. I can taste myself on his lips, earthy and salty and satisfying. There is something dirty and so intimate about enjoying his kiss just after he ate me out… and I can’t get enough of it. I moan into his mouth and hear a low sound coming from the back of his throat.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper against his lips. “You promised to pop my cherry tonight. I want you to be my first, Calum. The only man I’ve ever been with.”

His sapphire blue eyes snap open and he shudders. “Lay back, beauty.”

He pushes himself to his knees and reaches over to grab one of the condoms. He tears the package open with his teeth, discards the package, and rolls the condom along his cock.

I bite my lip and watch. “I’m on birth control…”

Calum squints at me, smirking. “You don’t have any way to know this, but that conversation is usually a whole different step. We can talk about that later, beauty. Right now, I just want you to enjoy yourself.”

He pushes me back on the bed, settling himself between takes his cock and presses the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh. I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust a little until he settles the tip of his length against my wet pussy. We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch.

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. My pussy clenches as I stretch and accommodate his massive size.

It hurts, honestly. Being so intimately stretched pinches painfully and having so the bulk of his weight on top of me is crushing me. He shifts his weight, taking it off me, looking down into my eyes.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “Your pussy feels hot and wet and tight all at the same time, Kaia.”

The reverent look on his face excites me. I provide something that he wants, which is new and exhilarating for me.

I move my hips, grinding my pussy against him. It rubs his cock against my inner walls in a new way, eliciting a ripple of pleasure.

“Fuck,” I say, wanting more. “Please, Calum.”

He looks up at me, a sheen of sweat beginning to break across his forehead. He moves then, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure, tentative at first, then more and more certain.

Calum takes my small breast in one broad hand, pinching the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flame start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.

“God,” I moan. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts. He’s being careful with me, but I don't want that. I toss my head back. “Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me like I’m yours and yours alone.”

He stiffens for just a moment, then grabs my hips and pulls me up a few inches. He forgets his hesitant rhythm and starts hammering himself in and out of my pussy. My eyes widen for a second. He starts sweating in earnest, his sweat mixing with my own every single place that my fingers touch.

Looking at his fierce expression, I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. But at the same time, the ripples of my inner pond are growing in size, becoming chaotic.

It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I’m compelled to match his pace, to meet his hips, to wrap my legs around him and draw him in more. I focus on that, letting my eyes drift closed, my fingers reaching for my own nipple. Calum groans, slowing for a second. He raises himself up and starts thrusting again. Then he pushes my hand aside, slipping his hand down between us.

He brushes my clit and my back bows. I feel like my hips are growing heavy and full, each of his thrusts bringing me closer to the edge of an abyss.