Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
But I didn’t. My time with her was very limited. So maybe, if she was willing to go this far, she’d like to take the next step.
I cupped her breasts again, feeling the way they moved under my hands as I planted a kiss right between them. Then I used my nose to nuzzle her smooth, taut skin, pushing the sides of her dress out of the way. I kissed her once more, just above her navel.
Then just below it.
She gasped, as if finally catching on to where my mouth was heading. I knew in that moment that no one had gone down on her, and I was eager to be the first. Not just to give her pleasure. Not just because I wanted to taste her so badly.
No, it was more primitive than that. Carmine had been the first one to suck on her breasts. Massimo would be the first one to sink his cock into her. But I wanted to claim at least one first for myself.
I licked her skin. It was warm and sweet. Her soft belly writhed under my touch, but when my lips encountered the waistband of her panties, she put her hands on my head. I stilled, looking up at her.
“What—what are you doing?”
I studied her. The redness in her cheeks was more than just arousal, as far as I could tell. She was embarrassed. But also turned on. Her hips were moving in little circles.
I smiled at her. Reaching up, I placed my index finger on her rosy lips. “I kissed you here.” Then I lightly squeezed each nipple. “And here.” I rubbed my palm across her stomach. “Here, too. Seems to me that you know where I’m heading.”
Her face flushed even more, but she gave a small nod. “I… yes, I mean, I just don’t know… why.”
God, she was so innocent. Anger flared up inside me. It was a crime that her family hadn’t given her any kind of sex education. Who the hell sent their daughter off to marry a strange man without warning her about what all that would entail?
Then I let out a sigh, releasing some of my irritation. The same kind of people who would use their daughter as a bargaining chip in the first place.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked gently.
She pursed her lips, considering. “It, um, feels good. I just wasn’t expecting you to kiss me there.”
“I want to kiss you everywhere.”
Leila gulped, but it didn’t seem to be in fear. “Do men do that? I’ve never heard of that.”
“It’s called going down on a woman. You’ve had fingers between your legs… that felt good, right?”
“Oh yes.”
“Well, a mouth can feel even better. Do you want to find out what it feels like?”
Her face showed how torn she was. “Yes,” she finally admitted, but she still looked concerned. “But are you really going to… to… to kiss me down there?”
I could’ve explained exactly how I was going to give her pleasure. I could’ve filled her in on at least part of the sex education she so badly needed. But there was something to be said for showing, not telling.
“Do you want to feel me kiss you there?”
She stared at me for a long moment and then nodded.
“And I want to kiss you there. So since it’s what we both want, why don’t we just try it? You don’t have to worry about anything. All you have to do is relax and enjoy the ride.” I stroked her stomach again, my index finger tracing the line of her panties. “If you want me to slow down, just say so. Or if you want me to stop. I will, I promise. Do you believe that?”
“Of course.” Her tone was different, more certain. As if she was stating something obvious, and that pleased me. She was inexperienced sexually, but she was sure of one thing—that she trusted me.
That made me as happy as the thought of going down on her. Which I wanted to do, very badly, but I also wanted to take it slow. This was all new for her.
Gazing into her eyes, I placed my palm on the front of her panties, feeling the heat from her mound beneath the fabric. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, a faint gasp escaping.
God, her skin was hot. It seared my hand even through her panties. I held her gaze as I palmed her mound. When she lifted her hips, pressing into my hand, I brought my thumb down and drew it over her slit. Her gasp was louder this time, and even in the dim light, I could see the hunger in her eyes. A little embarrassment. A little uncertainty. But hunger, too.
The impatient brute inside me wanted to rip her panties off, but this wasn’t about my pleasure, it was about hers. And I sensed that baring her sweet pussy would be too much for this first time. But I could work with that.