Page 16 of Protect My Heart

That settles it for me. I lean up and pull her panties off her hips and toss them on the floor. She’s glistening with arousal and my eyes nearly roll back in my head for how delicious she smells.

“Do you have any toys?” I ask.

“Why?”

“I want to watch you the first time.”

“The first time?”

“You come. I want to watch all of it. Then I’ll be involved with the rest, but for this first one I don’t want to miss anything you do.”

“Night stand. But just so you know, I’m kind of a one orgasm kind of girl.”

“Which one?” I ask, looking into the drawer. She has a bullet, a small flower-shaped thing and then one of those hard, plastic vibrators.

“The flower,” she says. “Take off your boxers first so I can see you.”

I do as she asks, then grip my dick and give it a firm pump.

“You are so…” her eyes drop to my cock. “Wow.”

“You’re pretty wow yourself. Now show me how you make that sweet pussy purr.”

She licks her lips and turns on the handheld vibe. Then she widens her legs and brings is straight down onto her clit. The first touch pulls a cry from her and she arches slightly.

“Is this what you do alone at night? Put that toy between your legs until you’re a trembling mess?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whispers.

She looks like a sex goddess as her tits press upwards and her lips part on a gasp. My eyes devour everything about her. The way her hand grips one of her breasts and then pinches at the nipple. Her eyes closed as her neck tilts upward. Her other hand not moving between her legs, just letting that toy buzz against her bundle of nerves.

“Tell me, Firecracker, whose name do you cry out when you come?”

“I’m getting close. Oh fuck,” she mutters.

I squeeze the base of my dick to stave off my own release because goddamn if this isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’re so damn sexy, Daphne. You have no idea,” I tell her. “Whose name?” I ask again.

“Yours.” She groans and then she’s coming. “Fletcher, I’m coming.” Her body quakes, but the blissed out expression on her face is what I can’t tear my gaze from.

She twitches and then presses her legs together as she drops the flower toy on the mattress.

I can’t take it any longer, so I dive between her thighs, wedging my shoulders in, and then I slide my tongue up one side of her lips, then the other.

Her fingers thread through my hair. “Oh wow.”

It’s all the encouragement I need for me to lick her clean. I fuck her with my tongue a few times and she rocks her pelvis up into my mouth.

Then I replace my tongue with two fingers. She’s impossibly tight and so slick. I groan at the feel of her wet walls sliding against my fingers. I roll the tip of my tongue across her needy little bud.

She makes a greedy noise and then whispers my name again. I suck her clit into my mouth like I did her nipples earlier.

“Oh fuck,” she hisses.

Then I curl my fingers upwards until I feel that bit of rougher skin against the front wall of her pussy.

“Ahh!” she yells.