I’ll Go Slow
My nipples harden beneath my shirt as I stare at the small, bright pink buttplug.
“Zaid.” My voice is low, my mouth dry.
Zaid’s eyes melt as he looks at me from my head to my toes. “By the look on your face, I imagine you’ve never done this before?”
My eyes stay locked on the small plug and I shake my head. Fuck, he has no idea. Everything is new to me, considering the fact I lost my virginity to his father only a few
weeks ago.
He seems to tremble, and he drops it onto the bed before making his way toward me. Slowly, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in close to his body. His erection is stiff between us, digging into my belly.
I look up at him, struggling to breathe, struggling to stop thinking about what it would feel like to have him inside me, and to have that inside me. Just imagining it has me weak
in the knees.
“If you tell me you don’t want to, then we won’t.”
I swallow, finding that I’m shaking my head. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”
Zaid’s eyes turn dark, heated. The truth is that I’ve never even thought about doing something like this, but with Zaid, I imagine it would feel good.
I imagine anything with him would feel good.
His nostrils flare as he hums in his chest. His hands drop to the hem of my shirt and he
pulls it over my head. He kisses the curve of my neck and I lean into him, closing my eyes
as I arch my back.
My spine shudders as his fingers feather over my spine. He undoes the clip of my bra and the cool air hits my breasts. Zaid pulls back just enough to look at me.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. He cups my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples.
I hiss, gasping as I will my body to get used to the sensations of his fingers on my skin. I
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can’t fall apart every time he touches me.
“You’re so beautiful, love.”
His eyes are so focused on my nipples that I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or if he’s just as turned on as I am. He leans toward me, drawing a nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth against my skin.
I moan, wrapping my arms round his neck and burying my fingers in his hair.
“We’ll take it slow,” He murmurs.
I nod.
“I’ll make sure you’re ready.”
I nod again, panting as he feasts on my nipples.
He draws back and I’m left blinking and swaying, trying to find strength in my knees. He lifts me, dropping me onto the edge of his bed where he takes off my pants and my thong, leaving me completely and utterly bare.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he runs his hands down my legs to my hips. He spreads me open and licks his lips, sucking on the inside of his cheeks as if his mouth just watered. “What a sexy little pussy.”
The next thing I know, he drops himself to his knees and sucks my clit into his mouth. My back arches and that painful pleasure coils in my stomach.
“Zaid,” I squeal, grabbing onto his hair as my hips buck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels so good. My breath and my heart rate pick up and I’m
struggling to stay locked in the present.
He laps at my entrance, and the sounds of my wetness fill the room.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, my legs tightening around his head. I’ve been wound so tight today, teased so much that it doesn’t take me long before I am falling over the edge.
But, again, I don’t fall.
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I groan in frustration as he pulls away. “Zaid!”
He chuckles, licking his lips, but he still stands up. My chest is heaving, a new anger burning my insides.
“Finish it,” he whispers.
“What?” I huff out, setting myself up on my elbows.
He grabs one of my hands and sets it between my legs, pressing my fingers against my clit. “Finish it.”
I’m at a loss for words and he nudges my fingers with a touch of his hand. I start to circle my clit, pressing into it as he watches. The heat in my belly coils tight again and I move quicker, harder.
I’m losing my breath and Zaid is watching every twitch of my face, his eyes growing dark.
He inserts a finger into me, and I gasp.
His nostrils flare, and he thrusts another finger, clenching his jaw. “Just like that, love.”
I’m struggling to breathe, my legs trembling as I open them wider. My head falls back to the bed and I quicken the pace of my fingers; the heat in me gets to a boiling point and I scream as my orgasm runs through me.
My body convulses, and Zaid draws it out of me with his fingers still thrusting into me. I fall languidly onto the bed, breathing out in hard pants.
“So wet,” Zaid hisses.
He pulls out his fingers and grips my waist, flipping me onto my hands and knees. I groan, wanting to just lie and fall asleep, but he doesn’t let me. He tightens his hold on my hips and pulls my ass up.
“Zaid,” I moan, burying my face in the pillows.
“I’ll go slow,” He whispers.
I yelp, gripping the sheets beneath me when I feel the cold dribble of lube between my ass cheeks. Embarrassment runs through me, heat filling my face as he spreads my ass cheeks
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with his hands,
1 bury my face deeper into the pillow, blowing out a steady stream of air as I feel his finger prod at the tight rim of my asshole.
“Relax, baby,”
I let my muscles relax, wanting to give him what he needs. He thrusts more of his fingers inside me and I gasp, toes curling, eyes watering.
