“You destroy me,” he corrects, his hands tightening just slightly at my waist. “You always have.”
CALLUM
Lilac Fairbanks, my literal dream girl, is straddling me on the porch swing, bare from the waist up, moonlight slipping over her skin like it’s my own personal spotlight. And I can’t fucking breathe.
Not because she’s half-naked. Not even because of the way she’s rocking slightly on top of me, her thighs hugging my sides like she was made to be there. It’s because I know I’m about to ruin her. And I’ve never wanted anything more.
Her hand slides up the back of my neck, pulling me in. “Please,” she whispers. “I want this. I want you.”
I grip her hips, thumbs brushing the curve of her ribs. “I need to hear you say it, Lilac. You want me to fuck you right here? Do you want me inside of you?”
She nods, breath hitching. “Yes. Please. I’m yours.”
That word does something violent to me.
Mine.The word echoes throughout my mind as some sort of baseline. It’s what I feel, what I think, all I can hear when she’s near me.
I slide my hand down her stomach, slow and reverent, until I reach the waistband of her panties. “Lift your hips, baby.” Iwant her bare, nothing trying to come between us when I plunge inside her for the first time.
She does, and I push the pink lace down her soft thighs. She shivers when the cold air hits her skin, but she doesn’t stop me. She just watches, breathing heavily, as I drag my fingers along the inside of her thigh.
“You’ve never done this before.” It’s not a question, but my mind is scrambled right now, but I know I need to make sure she understands that this is going to hurt. She’s fucking small, and I’m not, but God if I don’t need her in the worst way right now.
“No,” she says. “I’ve only ever wanted you, cowboy.”
Fuck.
I palm myself through my jeans, just trying to hold back, but before I know it, I’m pulling my zipper down and my cock springs out and slaps against her perfect thigh. “You know just what I want to hear, bambi,” I whisper.
Her eyes go wide when I stroke my cock, scooting her forward. I line myself up so that her pussy is at the base of my cock, and it sticks straight up. I lift her dress up so that she can see how far inside her I’m going to be. My dick twitches at how deep in her I’m going to be.
Lilac’s lips part, and I see the wonder there, the fear, the need. I hook one arm around her lower back and the other under her thigh.
“You sure?” I ask one more time.
She nods. “I’ve never been more sure.”
I lift her up, just to guide her down on top of me. I feel her wet heat spread over my tip, and I groan, trying to hold on to any gentle bone I have left in my body. “It might hurt at first, bambi.”
“It’s you. I don’t care,” she breathes out, and I can tell she means every word.
I grip her hips and guide her down slowly, inch by inch, until she takes me.
She gasps when I break through all the way, and when she winces, I lean forward, burying my face in her neck, kissing her and apologizing in hushed whispers for the pinch of pain I’m putting her through right now.
My name breaks from her lips like a prayer, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. I wrap my arms around her, holding her as she settles fully on to me.
“You okay?” I breathe. I feel like I’m dying and in heaven all at the same time. I want to be deeper. I want to thrust inside of her until my cum is dripping down her thighs.
She nods and then starts to move. I think she knows I’m trying not to hurt her, but I’m not ready to let her ride me just yet.
I lean forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard until she gasps and arches against me. My tongue circles it slowly in the most possessive way before I switch to the other, lavishing it with the same attention.
"I dream about these every single night," I growl against her skin. "Your tits drive me fucking insane. I could spend the rest of my life with my mouth on them."
She whimpers, her hands flying to my hair, tugging as I suck harder, letting my teeth scrape just enough to make her moan. I lap at her so reverently, groaning when her nipple pebbles even more against my tongue.
"You’re so sensitive here, baby. I knew you would be. Knew you’d be soft and perfect for me,” I praise her, because all I ever want to do is worship this girl.
