Page 399 of The First Taste

Her other hand plucks at the waistband of my trousers. I study her for a moment, trying to decide what her motivations could possibly be. Why would she care if I wear clothes?

But try as I might, I can’t come up with any insidious reason.

“Why?” I demand to know.

She releases my wrist and untucks my shirt from my pants. “I want to know what it feels like with nothing between us. Skin on skin.”

Her reasoning moves me, makes my cock hard. I look at her for a moment longer, my hands trailing to my collar. “Okay,” I rasp. “Nothing between us.”

When I undo the first button at my collar, Penny bites her full bottom lip and starts unzipping my pants. She pushes my pants down to the top of my thighs and grabs my ass. My cock juts out, long and thick and perfectly pink.

I rip the last two buttons of my shirt open and pause, my hands clutching at my shirt. Penny grunts and reaches up to push my shirt down off my shoulders. Then while I slide the shirt off both of my arms, she shoves my pants down my legs. Then she lets herself fall back, taking in my body.

It’s an odd feeling, being stripped completely nude before her. I’m defenseless against her in a way that I’ve never let myself be with anyone else. The thought of being this way, of there not being anything between us, is exciting, frightening and dangerous. I shudder as she trails her fingertips from my shoulders to my pecs, down the rigid wall of my abdomen to the tight flare of my hips.

Penny pins me with that electric hazel gaze and grasps my arm with one hand. She pulls me closer, settling my hand on her waist. Then she traces her fingertips lightly up the scars that start on my wrists, tracing the whorls and lines cut into my flesh and they travel up to my shoulders.

I have to close my eyes as the sensation rips through me. It’s so damned exotic to be touched like this. When she sits up and lays her hands against my back, fitting her body against mine, my eyes snap open.

I start to pull away because I feel that at any moment, I’m going to grow overwhelmed. I don’t know what that reaction will be like; it could be anything from shoving Penny away to the prick of holding back tears.

To my surprise, she doesn’t push me. Instead, she brings her hands up to my neck and pulls my face down. My body pushes against hers, hard against soft, as my lips find her mouth. I groan as I lick along the seam of her mouth. She opens for me and I plunge my tongue inside. Her mouth is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted, and I plunder it mercilessly, sweeping my tongue against hers.

My hand finds her knee and follows it down her silky thigh to her warm, kneadable ass. I pull her against me intimately, pressing my cock against her belly and grinding. She mimics the movement, rolling her body, undulating against me.

“Christ,” I mutter. Wedging my hand between our bodies, I reposition my cock so that the thick head is pressed flush against the slick entrance of her pussy.

Penny digs her heels into the backs of my thighs, her back arching. There is a slightly dazed look on her face. Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed. She rolls her body against me and tries to take my measure.

God, I have never wanted anyone the way that I want Persephone right now. I growl and kiss her again, then trail my mouth down to her ear and neck.

She gasps and her hands settle on my upper back, as if she has just forgotten my scars. I certainly haven’t forgotten them, the skin she’s touching is so hypersensitive that it almost hurts for her to just rest her hand like that. But I suck hard on her earlobe and she releases the tiniest, breathiest moan.

It becomes very slightly easier to focus on her, on giving her pleasure, than to focus on my near-pain.

I move my mouth to her breast, finding her pert nipple with my teeth. She throws her head back, eyes closing.

“Fuck, Hades,” she murmurs, rolling her body against mine. She digs her heels into my legs for support and I get a glimpse into the future.

When we fuck, it’s going to be powerful and spectacular.

I drop my hands to her waist, smashing her lower body against mine and grinding my cock against her pussy. I can feel her beginning to blossom for me, her pussy beginning to get nice and wet.

It makes my mouth water.

Planting one big hand in the middle of her chest, I force her back onto the mattress. Penny’s legs pull at me, trying to induce me into laying down on top of her hot little body. But I resist, breaking free.

I push her knees wide and move her up the bed, then kiss my way down the delicate inside of her thigh. When I reach the sparsely-haired apex of her thighs, she groans.

I place a single burning kiss on her mons, just above her slit. She shifts and moans, her heels coming down to the mattress. She thrusts once, nodding.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“Yes what?” I ask, placing another feather-light kiss against her slit. “Tell me what I want to hear, lass. Tell me that ye want me to eat yer pussy.”

“Please, Hades.” She inhales sharply, her voice laced with desperation and need. “I need you to… to eat my pussy.”

The last few words leave her mouth in a rush, almost tumbling over one another. But no matter; she wants me, plain and simple.