Where She Belongs (The Forever Collection Book 1) (7 page)

I lean back, my eyes gobbling up every detail of her face, down her chest where my hands are already working to open the buttons on her sweater.

“Do it. Show me, I want to see your panties,” I order, pinning her with my eyes, and there is a flash of doubt. “You didn’t answer me before. Do you believe in fate, May?”

“I’m not sure.” Her voice is barely above a whisper and her fingertips move to touch the hem of her schoolgirl skirt.

“You should.”

She lifts the navy pleats and I see the soaking round circle in the crotch of her white cotton panties, and my mouth starts to water. I’ve never tasted a woman before and I’m glad I haven’t because I wouldn’t want to taint this moment. I would never want to put my mouth on her after it’s been somewhere else. She’s too perfect, too pure. And she’s all mine.

“Fuck.” I can barely get the word out before my mouth attacks hers. My teeth take her bottom lip, one hand clutches around her neck and I feel my blood rush through my ears.

She lets out a little pleasure yelp as I trace two fingers over the wet spot.

“That feels better than the kiss.” The naive sound of her voice taunts me.

The pain in my dick is welcome because it distracts me from my own need. I will not take her like this, not now, on top of a desk. When it happens, it will be in my bed, in our home.
Our home
.

When did I decide that? It doesn’t matter. It will happen.

“Yes it does. And you wait just a minute, I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before, okay? It’s a special kind of kiss, May.”

I’m shocked when she doesn’t try to stop me. Not that I could stop if I wanted to. I want to give her this, more than I’ve wanted anything before. I want to hear my name on her lips when she cums because that is what I was born to do. Make her cum.

Her skin is so soft under my rough fingers. I’m mesmerized when she opens her legs another inch, giving me what I want, which is everything.

I drag my knuckles over the soaking indent where her pussy lips are open under the fabric, watching her face as my hand moves slowly up and down.

“Oh my god.” Her mouth drops open and her eyes meet mine.

I am her god right now, because that’s what I need to be.

“Say my name, May.” I push inside her panties and the scent of her drenched cunt hits me like a freight train. I spread her outer lips, gliding my fingers through her juices, slipping up and down until her eyelids fall to half-mast.

“My name,” she repeats in childlike innocence. I think I’ve fallen in love with her right then.

“Do you know what I’m doing?” I increase the pressure, digging a finger into her slit, moving upward until I feel the hard nub under my thumb and I begin to slowly, methodically manipulate it, round and round.

“I think so and I know I don’t want you to stop.” She looks at me with wonder in her eyes, her lips parted, her round face more beautiful than anything I’ve seen before.

“I’m making you mine. It’s starting right now.”

“Now,” she murmurs, so lost in the sensations I’m giving her that she shows no shame nor reluctance.

“No one’s ever touched you before, have they? Not like this.” She’s so pure, and her reactions tell me I’m right, but I need to hear it from her lips. I need to know. “Tell me, did you let anyone touch what’s mine before today?”

“No. Never. I’ve only touched myself.”

“Good. And no one else ever will, Pink. I’ll be the first and the last to ever touch you like this.”

Jesus, that little added information makes my cock jump another inch. I swear it’s trying to grow thumbs and unbuckle my belt to get at her.

“Show me,” I say as I ease off her. My mind is racing. I can’t imagine anything I could want more right now than to see this fresh, young creature touch herself.

Her eyes refocus when I take my hand away. I bring them to my lips and lick her liquid pleasure from my wet fingertips. It feels like fire engulfs my body when I taste her flavor on my tongue.

“Show you what, exactly?” She shifts on the desk, bringing her torso to sit straight, and I work the buttons on her sweater.

“I want to see how you touch yourself. So I know what you like. And how you like it.” Her sweater falls open and I think I might die right there. Her tits are more glorious than I had imagined, her skin as clear and light as snow. I can’t hold back. I bring my face down and sink into the cleavage, growling and tracing my tongue in the crevice until I hear her breathing stop. My fingers trace a line down the swell of her belly, taking hold of the crotch of her panties. Then I pull away and glare at her. “Do it. Get your fingers inside that cunt and show me.” I pull her panties roughly, tearing them so that they hang loose. The waistband still holds the fabric in place, but they no longer cover what’s mine.

Her eyes spring wide, and her breath comes rapid and uneven. The room is spinning around me but her hand moves to obey as I devour the ripe swell of her tits. My hands work her sweater off her shoulders and I thank Christ her bra clasp is in front.

She lets out a soft moan when my hands work the catch between her breasts and set them free. Then just at the moment I see the full magnificence of her tits, her fingers sink between her legs and disappear into the soaking pink gash which is already branding me with her scent.

“Holy fuck.” My dick is dripping cum and I hope to God I don’t jizz all over myself.

“Like this?” Her breathless question is almost more than I can take. How can something so innocent and pure be so utterly uninhibited and seductive? I bite the inside of my lip until the coppery flavor of my own blood spreads over my tongue. I need to know I’m not dreaming.

“Yes, Pink, just like that.”

I hear the movement of her fingers in her wet folds, slurping, popping, as my mouth tastes her hardening nipple. I let out a moan which nearly shakes the ground as I draw her into my mouth. My tongue dances around each gathering bump and nub. I suck hard, pulling her into my mouth until it’s full of her. I hear the movements of her hand, faster, faster, as her back arches into me and I know I’ve found home.

“That feels like Christmas and my birthday and . . . oh my god. Something’s happening—” Her voice reaches a crescendo and I let her tit pop free from my mouth because I know what I need.

My fingers grip her knees, pushing them apart.

“Lay back, May.”

She pauses the rapid motion of her fingers. I see the glistening wetness coating her bare outer lips and that rage engulfs me for moment. I have to be sure.

“Have you ever shown yourself to anyone but me? Your pussy is bare. Who told you to do that? Did any other man ever see you like this, May?” My voice shakes with the thought that any other fuck may have even looked at her.

“No.” She shakes her head and the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know and more. “No one has ever seen me. I read an article in the newspaper about shaving, so I tried it and I liked how it felt. It’s smooth and nice in my panties. I like it.” She hesitates and my heart almost breaks. “You don’t like it?”

“I like it. I like it very much. But you will never show anyone else, do you hear me?” She nods. “And I need to be sure. Because I want all your firsts, Pink. All of them are mine, do you understand?” I lick my lips, knowing what’s next. I don’t dare let my cock out of my pants. I would never be able to control myself.

“This is so strange. I barely know you, but I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh, May, you don’t disappoint me.” I kiss her forehead and let her knees go, cradling her cheeks in my hands and leaning in to kiss her lips. “Lay back.” I guide her body down onto the desk.

“What are you going to do? Are we going to go all the way? Because I don’t think I want to do that. I mean, not right here. Not now.” There’s no fear in her voice; she is just utterly and completely truthful.

“No, May. When I fuck you, it will be in our home. In my bed. And believe me, when it’s time for that you will have no doubt. Did you like it when I kissed you before?”

She’s laying out on my desk with her auburn hair splayed behind her head, her tits soft and full as my fingers trace down from her neck, a red mark rising on the inside flesh of her right tit where I left my first mark on her.

The first of many that will come.

“Yes. I loved the kissing.” She smiles, then gasps as I pinch each nipple.

I move my hands down to spread her legs, and her pussy is so beautiful and fresh that my heart feels like it’s coming out of my chest.

“I’m going to kiss you down here now. And you’re going to know what a real orgasm feels like. Your first real orgasm. And I’m going to give it to you, Pink.”

There is something about her that has clawed its way deep inside me and latched on. And I know what all the waiting was for. It was for her.

I drop down to my knees, my face at the perfect height to attack her with my mouth. Full force, my tongue goes inside first, and from the sounds she’s making I’m sure it’s the right way to start. She’s tight as fuck. My tongue barely sinks inside her before I can go no deeper. I spread her legs with my hands, needing her open, completely visible and accessible.

I‘ve waited longer than most men could for this moment, but I can tell you without a second of hesitation that it was all worth it.

Her hips jerk under my mouth. I want all of her. The taste of her juice runs over my tongue and through my veins, marking me with a permanent brand that will never be undone. She’s sweet and seductive, and it’s a taste I had never imagined and now can’t imagine living without. It’s like breathing for the first time after being held underwater too long.

Eating her is like finally finding your place in the world. The search is over and you’ve found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Her body is shaking and I bring one hand up to settle it over her belly, laying my palm flat against her soft skin. She is lush and curved, and everything about her has my head spinning and my dick ready to fill her with cum.

“Oh my god, it’s happening . . . that thing . . . it’s happening . . . oh my god.” Her quivering voice sends drops of cum out of my cock while my mouth sucks down on her clit, drawing it between my lips, nipping and tonguing it until her body freezes under my touch.

It’s the calm before the storm. I don’t draw back, but suck harder, one hand pressing her legs open, tasting her as she runs like a river into my mouth, but I only want more. She takes off like a rocket, crying out and shaking, spraying my face with her release, and I think I’ve just discovered heaven.

Her pleasure is my muse. I’m completely gone.

All the years of waiting have come to this. One girl, one night. And my future is set. She has to feel it too, whatever this is between us. I know she feels it, because it’s as real as the hard, white walls around us. We belong to each other. She’s marked me with her first orgasm and I plan to spend the rest of my life giving her more. Every other one she will ever have; it will come from me.

I can barely control my own need. But I will, for her. I am suddenly someone I didn’t know an hour ago. I’m her protector, her lover, her everything. And she is mine. Very soon the whole world will know that, because I plan to have her in my bed with my cock inside her, delivering the baby-making magic until the job is done.

Right now I need to figure out what the fuck this whole fiancé bullshit is and end that once and for all. This little sweetheart has a story, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life learning every letter.

When her breathing slows, I kiss my way up her body, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her up, leaving her sweater open and her skirt around her waist, because I need to see her like this.

“Wow. Boy, that was really something. Wow. Just . . .
wow
.” Her cheeks are bright pink as I bring my face to hers, kissing her and letting her taste the first of her orgasms on my lips.

Her hands come up to settle on each side of my face and it’s almost as beautiful as tasting her pussy for the first time. She’s so giving, so honest and free. I panic at the thought of her ever being out of my sight again.

Our kiss is soft and urgent, but I fight off my own desire, keeping it in check because it is a beast and she isn’t ready. But I almost lose control when her hand comes down between us and she starts to rub my painful erection through my pants.

I let out a sigh and break our kiss, leaning my forehead into hers, smelling the sweet scent of her snatch in the warm breath between us.

“May . . .” My voice catches as her hand works up and down.

“I have never seen one.” Her breathy voice and lack of inhibition only fuels the possessive fire raging inside me. “This feels so big. It goes all the way—” Her hand falls low, and my balls seize up as her fingers trace them through my jeans. “—from here, all the way, up, up, up to here. I didn’t realize a penis would be this big.”

I lick my lips and try to think about dirty laundry or my taxes. Anything to make this easier. My eyes roll back in my head and I have to grab her wrist and move her hand away.

“May, stop.”

“Why? I’m curious. It’s like I’ve never thought about seeing one before. But now there is like this tingly, achy feeling that makes me want to touch it and see it, and definitely have more orgasms with you.” She smiles and I am smitten with the way her thoughts tumble out without any sort of filter.

“Soon, babe. But not now, right now—”

Before I can finish my sentence, a loud screeching fills the office. May yelps and her hands fly to cover her ears. Her eyes pinch shut and I spin around as the lights in my office start flashing on and off.

“Holy fuck. Fire.”