Page 45 of The Lies That Shatter
As I press my kisses lower down her neck, I turn, carrying her until we’re next to the sofa. I sit down with McKenna still in my lap, and she adjusts herself until she’s comfortably straddling my thighs, her pussy pressing hard against my jeans, so I can feel her heat through the fabric.
Now that I’m not holding her up, I move my hands, trailing my fingers gently up her arms, loving the way her body trembles beneath my featherlight touch. Her skin feels so warm, and I can feel myself heating up the higher my hands travel. As I reach thestraps of her vest, I move my lips back to hers, capturing them with a searing kiss.
I swallow her gasp of delight as I slowly pull down her straps, and she helps me gently ease her arms out. I pull back slightly, hating the way my lips tingle, like they’re missing a vital part of themselves.
I look into her beautiful chocolate eyes, trying to display everything I want to say without using words. It’s a silent request for consent, one she happily gives with a nod of her head as she lifts her arms up, to help me pull her vest off.
As soon as the fabric is gone, I throw it to the side, not caring where it lands. All I can do is stare at the beautiful angel sitting on top of me, as the light from the room cascades around her, making her look like she’s wearing a halo.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And without sounding too much like a typical guy, I can’t help but acknowledge that her tits are fucking perfect. Not too big, the perfect handful, with taut nipples that are just begging for my attention.
I realise I’ve been staring for a little too long when Mac softly clears her throat to get my attention. Her eyes are hooded, looking down at me like she’s shy. Which accounts for the blush slowly spreading across her cheeks. When she speaks, it’s barely more than a whisper, but it’s loud enough to spear my heart. “I know they’re not much to look at…nothing special.”
The insecurity in her voice makes me both sad and angry. I hate that she doesn’t know how fucking amazing she is. But most of all, I hate that I haven’t spent the last few years showing her just how fucking gorgeous she is.
If I’d never hurt her, and let my fucking family get in the way, she wouldn’t have the self-doubt and lack of confidence that she has now. I should have spent every second of every day telling her how fucking special she is. I may not be able to get this timeback, but it doesn’t mean I can’t fix this monumental fuck up now.
Taking hold of her chin with one hand, I lift her head until she has no choice but to meet my gaze. Once our eyes lock, I make sure she believes my words. “Don’t ever hide from me, or act shy. You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. To me…you’re perfect.”
Her eyes widen as she takes in the words, and I know she can see the sincerity reflected in my own blue eyes—the same colour I share with a lot of my family members.
She doesn’t say anything more, but with hesitant movements, she lowers her hands to the hem of my white T-shirt, and as her gaze flicks from her hands back up to my face, I know what she’s asking.
“My body is yours. Do whatever you want to me.”
At first, she continues to look a little shy, but then the sexy, feisty girl I’ve known my whole life appears and her eyes sparkle as she pulls my T-shirt off. Her eyes darken as she pulls her gaze down over my body.
I’m not as muscular or ripped as most of my brothers, but I keep fit and look after myself. A wicked grin slips across her lips as she runs her fingers over my six-pack, my body involuntarily trembling beneath her gentle touch.
My cock hardens to the point of pain, and I buck my hips to try and find a bit of relief. All it does is push my dick against her core, causing us both to groan in a mix of pleasure and pain. This girl will be the fucking death of me, but at least I’ll die happy.
While she continues running her fingers over my skin, tracing patterns that I can’t determine, I lean down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth. Sucking on the hardened nub, she gasps loudly as I gently grab her other breast with my hand.
Rolling her nipple between my fingers whilst I suck and nibble on the other drives her crazy, and the little noises shemakes as she grinds against me are phenomenal. I love how expressive she is with me, and that with each new thing I try, she lets me know how much she likes it.
“Are your nipples sensitive?” I ask, though I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.
Without waiting for her to answer, I swap sides, pulling her other nipple into my mouth as I continue to lavish her. She gasps, unable to find her voice as my tongue works her over. “I-I… Yes,” she mutters, sounding very much like she might have forgotten my initial question.
I can’t help but chuckle around her nipple, which she seems to like. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“What?” she asks, sounding even more confused.
I pull my lips from her nipple, making sure to blow on the wet nub to intensify the sensations, loving the way she shivers beneath me when I do. I wait until her hooded eyes widen and she’s looking at me fully with a slight pout, like she’s not happy that I’ve stopped. Believe me, I don’t intend to stop for long.
“I want to hear you, sweetheart. I want to know what you like, how your body feels. I want to learn all of it, so I know what you enjoy and what makes you tick,” I explain, as I gently run my fingers across her ribs.
She bites the inside of her lip, looking unsure of herself again, but this time she doesn’t drop eye contact. “What if I don’t really know what I like? I mean, you’re the first person I’ve been with.”
Even though I know she’s a virgin—or at least I’ve known since she told me—I’ve been thinking about it. Wondering what the implications of it might mean for us. There’s a lot of pressure on me to be her first, to make sure I get it right, and don’t hurt her in any way. I’m also worried because everyone says that you can’t settle down with your first. That urge to go off and sow your wild oats, to see what else is out there, will always be strong.
The more I think about that stuff, the more I realise it’s all bollocks. Nobody will make her first time more special than me. I will treat her with such care and show her what pleasure really is.
And as for her wanting other people, I know that’s a crock of shit. I’m the only person she needs. I will be her first, her last, and everything in between. I will ruin her for all other men, so she knows she was created just for me.
I drag her down to me, giving her a quick but searing kiss before I pull back to look into her eyes. “Listen to your body. It will tell you what you like, or what you don’t. Then you tell me. We can learn together. Is your pussy wet?” I ask, loving the way the blush spreads across her cheeks at my dirty words.
She nods her head, but I keep my eyes fixed on her until she gets my point. She needs to use her words. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” she says, with a sexy wink at the end, and I can’t help but chuckle. There’s the spicy vixen I’ve always known was lurking inside.
