6 CHAPTER 6

The sounds she made fuelled him the most. She was like a drug that he was slowly and surely getting addicted on. Each moan, each gasp, made him want to take more, and give more. Her skin tasted amazing and he couldn't get enough of it. His mouth took and marked while his hands gripped, grabbed, squeezed, and pinched.

He slid his hands from her ankles up to her hips, making sure to squeeze them a little every time. He rubbed and savored her smooth skin.

He kept his eyes on her face even as he marked and teased, his ears open for the slightest sounds she made. The little yelps she created when he touched very sensitive skin ignited more fire inside him. He had imagined that her thighs would be sensitive but nothing prepared him from the results of his teasing. She was trembling and moaning from small touches. His fingers slid up and down the insides of her thighs and she was trembling, already grabbing on the sheets beside her. Her legs shook then almost gave way.

What would happen if he tasted her most private area? Would she scream? Would she hold on for dear life?

He had to find out. He needed to. He smiled up at her as he knelt on the floor between her thighs. He had wanted to take her in a whirlwind and leave her breathless because of the speed, but she looked so cute despite the lewdness of her position--thighs open wide, face pinkish from all the teasing, lips wet and agape, and her whole body just trembling and wanting more. She was innocent. A virgin. He had to make sure that it would be memorable for her. He had to make sure that he leaves a mark that will forever stay with her.

He lifted her princess style, smiling when she stared up at him in surprise.

"I'd like to do this right," he told her as he gently put her down at the center of the vast bed. She looked wonderful with her hair exploding around her like that. She was so totally naked but it wasn't just her body that was making him lose his mind. It was that smile of hers, too. It was like she trusted him fully. Will he be able to give her whatever she needed?

He held the hem of his shirt to remove it but she pressed her hand on his.

"Can... can you let me?" she asked, already sitting up. When he nodded and let go of his shirt, she knelt in front of him and slowly slid her hands up his body, her warm hands touching his skin. Her eyes followed the movements of her hands. It looked like she was full of wonder about what she would find underneath the shirt. Her hands reached his chest and finally, he raised his arms to let her remove it from him. She looked up at his face and beamed so brightly it was a miracle he didn't go blind. "Your pants next."

He smiled and gave a peck to her lips before letting her do what she wanted. He watched her chubby little fingers slowly pull the string of his jogging pants. She was a wonder to behold. Her curiosity shone through her eyes. Her eagerness dimmed anything around her. It was as if it was just her and the focus of her curiosity in the world. And today, he was her focus of curiosity.

Before he realized it, he was already butt naked and she was staring down at his manhood. "What?" he asked, brows raised as he looked at himself, too. Was there something wrong with it? Too small? It was the insecurity he had always had. He thought that his member was too small for someone his size.

She reached down to it and touched it with her fingertips. "It's so hard…" she looked up at him, full of wonder and awe. "...because of me?"

The question made him chuckle. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down. "Yes. All because of you, I'm hard as fuck. Because of you, I'm in terrible need. Because of you, my control is slipping. Happy?"

Her giggles added more to his needs and his hands found hers once again but his lips caught her nipple, turning her giggles into a gasp and a moan.

His hands made their way down to her hips, then to her thighs so he can open them once again. Their position made it feel like home, like puzzle pieces finally getting together. His lips moved down to make a trail of kiss marks down from the valley of her breasts to her belly while his hands moved up to cup both her breasts and squeeze them hard.

"Nnnnn… ahhhh… hah…."

He looked down at her garden and bit on his lower lip. Her scent was intoxicating. He was about to press his face there but her hands covered it.

"N-no… You… you might not like the smell and the taste…" she mumbled, her face red from embarrassment.

He just kissed her hands. "Well, so far I like the scent of it. Now, give me a chance to taste it."

"You're lying."

"I'm not." To prove his honesty, he gently pried her hands from her center and pressed his mouth there and pushed his tongue in between her lower lips to part them. He smiled when she took a shaky breath. The scent may have been intoxicating but it was her taste that made its mark. "I like how it tastes too." He seemed so nonchalant about it but inside was a storm brewing. He had to hold it in for now. He had to make sure that he was gentle with her for her first time.

He parted her labia with his thumbs and smiled at the tiny hole he saw there. He kissed it and teased it with his tongue.

Her hands wrapped around his hair and pulled hard.

He chuckled deeply. "You can still change your mind…" he looked up at her. His breath caught in his throat when he saw how wide and clear her eyes were on him. Her lips were parted and moist, too.

"I… I won't… so please…"

He smiled at that and moved up to kiss her lips while his hand teased her garden. His left elbow supported his weight above her. Her moans were swallowed by him, especially when his middle finger slipped into her moist and tight hole. He couldn't help but groan at the feeling of her tightness around his finger. Damn, she was literally so tight that she was wincing just from his finger. "I'm sorry…" he whispered and peppered her face with butterfly kisses. "I'll be gentler…"

He looked down at his finger that was not even halfway inside her. His eyes returned to her face and he saw how tightly she held onto the pillow under her head. "Open your eyes," he requested and kissed her eyelids. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes and her usually chocolate brown eyes have turned to the color of the night once again. Those orbs landed on his face. They were so flooded with emotion that he didn't know which the most prevalent one was. Fear? Excitement? Lust?

He smiled down at her. "Tell me when it hurts, alright?" her nod pushed him forward, his finger going deeper into that hot and tight hole. He could feel her muscles clenching and pulling at his finger as it went deeper.

Her knuckles had turned white as she gripped the pillow even harder and threw her head back.

"Hold on to me," he whispered before using his teeth to clamp on her nipple and tugged it hard enough for her to yelp.

"Y-you'll tear it off!" she gasped out and grabbed his shoulders. Whether it was to push him away or to pull him closer, he was not so sure.

His hands and his mouth became busy on her body. One marked and bit, the others grabbed and pushed deeper. His eyes remained on her face, taking note of how her breath quickened and hardened; how her head shifted to the side as if it'll help her breathe better; how she bit her lower lip as if to muffle her sounds.

He looked down at her garden and chuckled when his finger was finally buried knuckle deep inside her. "It's so tight it makes me wonder if you ever played with your pussy before."

The blush on her face was so endearing he had to kiss her cheek.

"I did… but… but two fingers hurt me so…" she gulped for air and continued, "so… I only used… one…"

"And my finger is thicker and longer than yours, huh?"

She nodded and looked up at him before lifting her head to catch his lower lip between her teeth. He groaned at that and deepened the kiss as she dropped herself back to the pillow while his finger moved in and out of her tightness. Her thighs quivered and moved as if to cover and protect her garden but his knee stopped her from going further.

With every thrust of his finger, she gasped, and held on tighter on his shoulder, her dull nail digging deep into his flesh. He knew that he would have marks there after all this but he just didn't care. He wanted to tease her, make her moan, make her beg. Everything. He wanted every single thing from her. All her moans, all her gasps. He wanted to give her the experience of her life.

"Damien…" her voice sounded so fucking sexy he couldn't help but bite on the side of her breast to leave a mark there, making her gasp out. "Ow!"

He released her flesh and went down on her even as his finger continued to ram inside her increasingly wetter garden. His mouth found her clit and sucked on it hard.

"Oh, God!" she gasped out and held onto his hair hard.

He put her right leg over his shoulder while sucking and licking on her sensitive bud, his finger making squelching sounds that filled the room quite easily. He was torn between adding another finger inside her and using his member to stretch her wide for the first time but first, he had to make her cum.

He reached for her right breast and fondled it while his left middle finger moved inside her mercilessly. He curled and circled it around inside her, making her moan, and raise her hips up due to the pleasure. Her hips wriggled with every movement he made, making him smile to himself. His tongue attacked her clit mercilessly, rounding it with the tip before capturing it with his teeth once again. He repeated this cycle until Lie was already incoherent and tugging at his hair helplessly before she let out a high pitch whine and sagged back to the bed, breath heavy and labored.

He pulled back and licked his lips while staring at her face. She seemed relaxed. Did she pass out? He frowned a little and tilted her head up to kiss her lips. "Don't tell me you're asleep?"

Her giggles made him raise his brows.