Her blue eyes hold mine, her breath whispering against my lips when she speaks.
“This feels right to me. But”—a crease forms between her brows—“if you don’t want this...” She swallows hard, and it practically echoes throughout the treehouse. Gaze dropping to focus on my chest, when she whispers, the uncertainty and vulnerability are unmistakable. “I’ve just…never felt this with anyone else.”
I rest my forehead against hers, closing my eyes. The whiskey may have dulled my pain slightly, but I haven’t drank enough to not know what the hell I’m doing—and what I’m fucking craving to do.
“You can show me what I’ve been missin’.” Her words hang between us, and for a split second, I’m too scared to respond.
I clear my throat, attempting to rein in some composure, before I raise my head. “You want me to show you…?” My shocked disbelief is obvious.
She traces a fingertip along my bottom lip in such a light caress that it sends a shudder down my spine. Her eyes blaze with something that borders between uncertainty and intent. “Everythin’ I’ve been missin’.”
I can’t help the playful smirk that forms as I lean back, resting on my knees. My eyes drift over her eager yet still nervous expression. “I’m about to show you what those assholes have been missin’ out on.”
Tugging off my T-shirt, I let it drop to the floor and don’t miss the way her eyes drift over my body in appreciation. With her hips cradled in my hands, I gently graze my thumbs over the silky skin just beneath the hem of her shirt. Her breath catches, eyes darkening, her gaze searing me with heat. When her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, I can’t restrain my groan.
I unfasten her shorts and ease them down her long legs and toss them aside. Taking in the sight of her with the sunlight pouring in through the small window, I smooth my palms up her thighs and settle on her pale yellow cotton panties. My dick jerks at the sight of the damp spot, and I flick my eyes back and forth between it and her eyes that study me with a mixture of anticipation and blatant want.
I skim my thumbs along the elastic edges of her underwear, then carefully slip beneath it, watching her closely for any sign she wants me to stop.
“Is this okay?” My voice is gravelly and thick. I swear my dick is about to wear a hole through my khakis, it’s pressing so hard against the zipper.
She nods with a breathless, “Yes.”
Her body arches when my thumb glides along where she’s already so wet, and my guttural, “Fuck,” practically echoes between us.
“Touch me. Please.” She whispers this with a hint of hesitance as though she’s not sure I want to. As if she doesn’t realize how badly I’m dying to rip off these panties and taste her on my fucking tongue.
The instant I spread her thighs wider, her scent engulfs me, and my dick hardens even more. Beneath her panties, I graze her opening with the pad of my thumb. When she immediately stiffens, I freeze. My eyes lift to hers cautiously.
“It’s just your calluses—” she says in the faintest whisper.
“Sorry.” I lift my palms away. “So many rough spots from—”
“Don’t stop.” Her tongue darts along her bottom lip again, and it brings all sorts of X-rated ideas to mind. “They’re rough.” Hurriedly, she tacks on, “In a good way.”
With a gentle grip of her thighs, I bracket her entrance with my palms, holding her panties aside to bare her.
Shit, she’s glistening and pink and so. Fucking. Perfect.
I gently trace the pad of my thumb along her slick lips, and her sharp intake of breath morphs into a moan when I sink just the tip of it inside her. She’s so goddamn wet. I’m torn between wanting to fuck her with my tongue and make her scream and the urge to push inside right now and be her first.
Her hands suddenly reach down to shove her underwear off, and I move back to help her. Once they’re tossed aside, she’s hit with sudden shyness and tries to close her thighs, but I stop her with my hands.
“Don’t hide from me.” My voice comes out more gruff sounding than I intended. I swear she’s nearly sending me over the edge before I’ve even tasted her. I soften my tone. “You’re perfect. So goddamn wet,” I say on a half groan.
Her pussy glistens, and I lean forward to spread her apart with my thumbs. My eyes dart to hers as my mouth hovers over her. Her scent drives me fucking wild. “Please tell me I can taste you.”
Her hands move to latch onto my wrists, her features lined with nervousness. “I, um…”
Pressing my lips together, I force myself to regain some control before I speak. I need to put her at ease. Holding her gaze, I promise, “If I do anythin’ you don’t like, you tell me. Okay?”
She nods, her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip, and it makes me want to give her a much better reason to do that.
I lower my focus to where no man has ever put his mouth. The fact that I’m her first, that she’s letting me, sends a fierce sense of pride rushing through me.
But along with it comes the understanding that I have to make sure I don’t fuck this up. That I manage to shove aside the lingering haze from the whiskey and pay attention to any cues that she doesn’t like—or wants—something.
I dip my head close and draw her clit into my mouth, sucking briefly before releasing it and repeating the action. Her hips arch instinctively, and her body’s response urges me on.
Internally, I chant, Go slow, go slow, go slow, because every urge drives me to fit my mouth to her. To devour her like she’s my last meal and I’m an inmate on death row. To completely disregard the fact that she’s a virgin. That none of the assholes she’d dated bothered to take the time to make her feel good like this.
With the tip of my tongue, I toy with her clit, intermittently sucking gently. Her fingers thread through my hair, gripping me as if she’s afraid I’ll stop. My mouth glides lower, and I work her clit in slow circles while placing wet openmouthed kisses to her pussy.
When I get to her opening, I drive my tongue deep inside her, and her taste—God, her taste—has my dick harder than it’s ever been before. I suck at her lips, then run my tongue over her entrance before thrusting it inside again. I’m a madman, desperate for more of her taste. Again and again, my tongue surges inside her, as deep as I can, while I stroke her clit.
She works herself over my tongue, riding my face. I add more pressure to her clit and continue driving my tongue deep inside her. Her thighs tense on either side of me, and I know she’s close.
“Hollis.” This time, the way she says my name on a whimper-like moan has me pressing my dick against the mattress to try to stave off the urge to come in my fucking pants.
I increase my efforts on her clit while I feast on her. A moment later, she goes rigid before her inner muscles spasm around my tongue, her thighs closing tight against my head while she rides out her orgasm.
Once her shudders subside, I draw away. It just about kills me because she tastes so damn good.
I move her legs aside now that they’re relaxed and not trying to cinch me in place, and their limpness sends a surge of male pride through me because I’ve done this. That I was the first guy to go down on her and make her come all over my face.