“Um…since the beginning of freshman year,” she answers, biting her bottom lip.
Three years?
How has she not had sex in three years? How does she not have a line of men waiting at her door,beggingfor just a scrap of her attention? The fact that I’m her first after so long is a heady sensation.
“Okay,” I whisper, brushing a kiss to her jaw. “We’ll go slow. I want to savor you anyway.”
“God, the things you say, and do, with that mouth,” Layla moans, gliding her hands up my biceps, and into my hair.
“We’re just getting started, love,” I mutter, letting my body settle on hers so that we’refinallyskin-to-skin.
Kissing her again, I force her mouth open with my tongue and wind it around hers. We lose ourselves in the rhythm of the kiss, our bodies naturally moving in tandem. Layla’s legs fall open wider as I nestle myself between her thighs. I run a hand down her throat, over her chest and stomach, before palming my cock, guiding it towards her entrance. Rocking my hips forward, I slowly push in an inch or two at a time, letting her adjust to me. It’s a slow form of torture. She feels so good clenching around me, that I can’t contain the groan forming in my throat. Once I’m fully seated inside her, she gasps softly against my mouth. I freeze instantly.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No. God, no. Please don’t stop.” she begs, rolling her hips and flexing her inner walls around me.
“Fuck…” I grind out, burying my head in her neck and breathing heavily. “If you do that again, I’ll come, Layla. Your first time in three years will not be with a two-pump chump.”
She laughs out, causing those muscles to squeeze again. I groan loudly, then bite her shoulder in retaliation, before pulling out of her slightly.
“Teagan,” Layla whines, “please.”
Propping myself up on a forearm, I cup her face with my hand, staring into her eyes as I thrust deeply. She mutters a string of Spanish that I can’t understand, but take as encouragement. On the next thrust, her eyes shut and she grips my arse, pressing me closer. The act is so carnal, I abandon the idea of controlled movements. I start fucking her, harder and deeper. Her cries of pleasure push me closer and closer to the edge, but I refuse to come before I get her off again. Reaching between us, I press the pad of my thumb to her clit, moving in tight circles.
“Ohmygod. Yes, keep doing that,” Layla pants. “I’m going to come again.”
“Fuck yes, you are,” I growl, unable to take my eyes off her face. The way her mouth falls open, combined with the noises coming from her, is enough to make me explode. “I want you to come all over my cock, Lovely.”
Layla throws her head back against the bed, screaming out her release. When she clenches around me again, I come so hard, I see stars. I moan her name, over and over, as I spill inside her. I collapse on top of her as shewraps her arms around me, pressing my head to her chest. Layla just holds me there and her heart is racing as fast as mine. That was hands down, the most intense sex of my life. My shy Layla isn’t quite as timid in the bedroom.
Chapter Sixteen
Layla
I wake up feeling deliciously sore between my legs, more than eager to get my hands—and mouth—back on Teagan. Last night was perfection. He’s such a Golden Retriever out in public, but behind closed doors? He’s a wolf. The way he uses his body to make mine sing is such a new experience. I never expected to feel so feral with Teagan, especially since my former lovers left me lacking. I just thought that was the standard. Now that I’ve had a taste of what good—no,great—sex can be, I’ll never settle for anything less. And even though I was completely sated when we fell asleep, now that I’m awake? I want him.Bad.
He’s asleep on his back, and thatmorning woodjust makes it so much easier to slip down the bed before taking him into my mouth. The moment I close my lips around his cock, he stirs, mumbling incoherently. Those mumblessoon turn into groans before morphing into expletives as his hands tangle in my hair. With one hand gently squeezing his balls, I slide the other up to his chest, raking my nails back down before fisting the base of his cock. His fingers tighten in my hair almost painfully, but it only turns me on more. Knowing that I’m the reason for his loss of control makes me feel so powerful and sexy.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough with sleep. “Yes. Yes. Oh Christ, Layla. I’m going to come.”
“Mmm,” I hum, running the tip of my tongue under the head.
With a strangled moan, Teagan’s release shoots into my mouth. I swallow it all before climbing back up his body, kissing and licking every inch of skin in my path. Moving his hands from my hair to my face, he pulls me up until our mouths connect and our tongues begin a frantic dance. As much as I love sucking him off, kissing him is addicting. If kissing were an Olympic sport, Teagan O’Brien would win the gold every time.
Breaking the kiss, he drags his lips over my jaw - not kissing, but actually dragging them.
“Sit on my face,” he commands against my throat.
“What?” I ask incredulously. “I’m not sitting on your face.”
“Yes, you fucking are,” he growls, then bites down on that erogenous zone where my shoulder meets my neck. “Now, be a good lass and get up here.”
A rush of heat surges between my legs, but I pull back. “It’s one thing for you to pick me up and toss me around, but I’m pretty certain that I will suffocate you.”
“I can’t think of a better way to go than drowning in your pussy,” he tells me. “But, that’s not going to happen. Whatever misconceived notion you have about your body is complete bollocks. Do you understand? Every single part of your body is perfect and tempting.”
I have no words, just overwhelming emotions. It took a lot of work to get to the point where I love my body, but hearing Teagan’s praise makes me feel like a goddess.
