Page 27 of First Time Rush
"Good. I want lots." She closes her eyes for a moment, her chest rising and falling with a deep breath.
I'm on her sweet lips in my next heartbeat. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, my thoughts as unclean as any convicted felon, and I just hope I don't hurt her too much.
Our kiss turns hard. Her hands come up and pull at the sides of my head, holding me to her lips as her tongue explores my mouth. I'm already thinking about what that tongue will feel like on my balls. My cock. The look in her eyes the first time she tastes my cum.
I moan, so loud she breaks from our kiss and lets out a seductive giggle. I think my noises are going to be louder than hers. I'm a bitch for her, and that is perfectly fine with me.
"Are you okay?" She giggles and grinds her panties against my hips.
"I'm very fucking far from okay. I'm the best I've ever been. And I plan on being this way for the rest of my life."
She twists those cotton candy lips to the side, the twinkle in her eye brighter than anything in the sky.
"You've done this a lot." Her lips lose that little upturn in the corners, and my heart catches. There's doubt in her eyes. "Right? I mean, I barely know anything. Just what Leah told me, and she doesn't know much. You were my first kiss. And you have all those girls around you every day. What if I don't do it right? What if I'm not good, and you're like an expert. I'll feel stupid."
I nuzzle into her neck, barely able to form words. This is going to be a first for us both, and I can't imagine how it could be more perfect.
"No, Pink. That's not how it is." I gulp some air. Stand up, so I can look down at her. Part of me wonders if she'll think me less of a man for being a virgin at my age. Doesn't matter. She needs to know. "You're going to be my first, too. I've waited my whole life for you. Didn't think you'd ever come. But here you are. And I've saved up everything for you. For us. For our forever."
A smile creases her lips. I can barely wait any longer.
"I like that. I like that you've never done it before." Her matter-of-fact reply hits me in the gut.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, May. Give you everything you want and more. So much more, you'll never imagine anyone else. You'll crave me like a drug, and I'll give you as much of me as you ever need."
I strip off my shirt. The next time we touch, I want to feel her against me.
"Wow." Her mouth hangs open as she stares at me. "What are all those scars from?" Her voice falters, and I'm afraid I've scared her.
"Another time. I'll tell you about each one. Another time, babe. Don't worry, we have forever. We'll know everything there is to know about each other soon enough." My hands move to rest on her knees. She's wearing these crazy red tights, and I need her naked. I need her to do it for me. "Unbutton your blouse. I need you to give yourself to me. Willingly. Show me who you are, May."
She takes a little breath, but her hands move to the top button. I love that she buttons it all the way up. To the rest of the world, she's just sweet, prim and proper. Let them think it. Everything else is just for me.
"That's it. Good girl." The words drip from my lips. I'd never considered saying that before, but right now it's perfect. And the way her eyes sparkle when I say it, it only solidifies what I already know. We were meant for each other.
She slowly unfastens each button, deliberately, her eyes on mine as I devour each moment. I want to memorize this and play it back in my mind a million times. This will be the first day for the rest of our lives together.
"Jesus, May, you're beautiful."
Her fingertips hitch around the fabric, drawing it open slowly, and she gives me what I'd only dreamed of when sheunclasps the front of her bra. Then I notice it. A jagged, silver scar reaching around from her rib cage, up under her left breast. The breast I didn't free from her bra the other night.
Her words come back to me.I need to tell you something.
"That's what I wanted to tell you. It's so ugly. I didn't want you to see it." Her voice shakes, but my mouth is on the scar, licking and kissing it. It only makes me more ravenous for her, makes her more beautiful in my eyes.
There's a perfection within the imperfection. She's perfect, simply because she's her.
"Don't ever use that word about yourself again. Ever."
I'm angry right now, but not at her. I'm angry at whoever made her feel like that. I lift my face, narrowing my eyes. I don't want anyone hurting her or berating her. Harming her in any fucking way.
"This—" My fingertips trace the textured skin, while the skin around it rises in goosebumps. "—just makes you more precious to me. More beautiful. And I want to know how you got it, but that'll wait. Right now, you need to know that every part of you, everything you see as a flaw, I see as perfection. And don't ever, ever insult yourself again. Do you understand?" I growl, my lips coming down to nuzzle her neck.
Reaching for her hands, I pull them up and over her head, stretching her body below me.
She nods, her breathing shallow as I nip and bite her neck, leaving my marks there because I need the world to know she's off-fucking-limits.
My hands rush to free her from the blouse and bra. Her skirt is next, and within a minute her ample curves are on full display for me, showing me every part that I intend to eat. Just like that pastry she created just for me.
