“You ain’t never been fucked before?” I ask.
She shakes her head, biting her lip.
Holy fucking shit. She’s a virgin.
“Please don’t stop, though,” she begs. “I want this.”
"You ever been touched like this before, baby?" I ask, as my finger circles her clit.
Her eyes close, and she moans. It takes several seconds before she answers. “I’ve never done anything. This morning, with you, that was my first kiss.”
Fuck. My mind struggles to process that. How has this gorgeous, talented, amazing woman remained completely untainted?
The knowledge that I'm the first to touch her, to make her feel this way, sends a surge of possessive pride through me. I slip one finger inside her pussy, feeling her tightness, watching her face as I slowly work it in and out.
"You're so tight, so wet for me," I murmur, adding a second finger as my thumb continues to stroke her clit. She gasps as I massage her g-spot, working her toward her peak, watching in awe as pleasure transforms her face.
But I want more.
Withdrawing my fingers, I shift my position, moving down her body and settling between her thighs.
Her eyes widen. A blush spreads across her cheeks. "You... You’re…”
"I need to taste your sweet pussy.” I press kisses along her inner thigh, watching her face. “Just lie back and let me make you feel good."
She nods, biting her lip nervously. The trusting excitement in her eyes nearly undoes me.
I lower my head, dragging my tongue through her slick folds, savoring her sweetness. Christ, she tastes delicious. The sound she makes—a shocked, pleasure-filled gasp—sends another surge of heat straight to my already rock-hard cock. I circle herclit with my tongue before sucking gently, watching as she falls apart beneath me.
"Oh god, Hawk," she cries out, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I slide my hands beneath her ass, lifting her slightly to give me better access as I devour her. I alternate between long, slow licks and focused attention on her clit, learning what makes her moan loudly and what makes her thighs tremble against my head.
Her breathing becomes erratic. Her hips gyrate. I slip my tongue inside her, then return to her clit, working her toward her peak, watching in awe as pleasure transforms her face. She's fucking magnificent—eyes closed, lips parted, completely abandoned to the sensations I'm creating.
"That's it, little sparrow,” I mumble against her gleaming pussy lips as I continue feasting on her. “Let go for me."
At my words, her thighs clench around my head.
“Hawk," she cries out as her climax washes over her. I work her through it, prolonging her pleasure until the very last pulsing tremor.
She collapses back onto the blanket, quivery and spent.
I press one final kiss to the sweetest pussy ever created before moving up her body, gathering her against my chest and pressing kisses to her temple as she catches her breath.
The scent of autumn around us mingles with the taste of her juices on my lips, creating a heady perfume.
"You okay?" I murmur against her hair.
She nods against my chest, then tilts her face up to mine. Her expression makes my heart constrict.
"That was..." she trails off, seeming unable to find words.
I press a gentle kiss to her lips. "That was just the beginning, little sparrow. Just the beginning."
After helping her re-dress, we sit in comfortable silence for a while, watching ducks glide across the pond's surface until my phone vibrates in my pocket with a text.
I read Cipher's message twice, my jaw clenching tighter with each word.
