With his lust-induced brain, it took him a few seconds before he understood what she meant. Bors laughed. He walked ahead of Taylor, then leaned against the front door, facing the woman who'd wiggled her way deep inside his skin and close to his heart in a very short time.
“Are you saying that I am a bad influence? Like the heroes in Julie's romance books? The rakes, scoundrels.”
“Yes.”
“Which kind am I?”
“A tease.”
He didn't know how he managed to insert the key into the keyhole to unlock the door without looking, but he did. Turning the knob, he pushed it open. “Did I tease you, Taylor, with my kisses?”
“Now you are being a scoundrel.”
At past two in the morning, he shouldn't flirt with her. But the time was too sweet to end. Taking her hand, he pulled her inside and shut the door. “Hard not to be one when I'm around you.”
“I arouse wickedness. Should I be flattered with that comment?”
“Baby, you should. Right now, I am too fucking aroused to go to bed.”
“Oh.”
He shocked her with his choice of words. Taylor's eyes grew bigger and her jaw slackened. Bors took advantage. He showered kisses around her mouth and along her jaw. Without stopping, he continued to kiss the expanse of her shoulder, lowering her strap as he went farther down. Taylor shivered when he exposed her breast, blew on her nipple before trapping it between his lips. The pink nipple hardened.
He
turned rock hard.
As if he had all the time in the world, he sucked her gently. Damn, she tasted so good. Slowly pulling her dress down, he mentally hoped Taylor wouldn't object. He needed her. He must have her or he'd shoot himself to end his agony.
Bors left one hard nipple to possess the delectable softness of her mouth once again. He filled it with his tongue, claimed it just as he intended to possess her body—completely.
Taylor's dress dropped on the floor without so much a noise. Finally, he had her where he needed her—in his arms, naked and trembling. She still had her black thong on, but it, too, would come off. But first, he'd ready her body. He wanted her helplessly, wickedly, willingly, and wantonly naked, begging for his kisses, touch, and to take her. Oh, yeah. Before the sun rose, he'd make her want him as much as he wanted her.
He'd wanted this since he laid eyes on her. Wanted her with his mouth on her silky smooth skin, her breasts swollen with nipples hard and wet from his kisses. Her eyes clouded with passion and hair spread on his pillow. Her legs spread apart with her pussy glistening and weeping for him. Last time he tasted her, they were in the kitchen. This time, when she climaxed, she'd be in his bed, writhing and panting and whispering his name.
Bors tore his mouth from Taylor's to kiss her neck. He was so hard thinking about what he would do to her, that he sucked the soft skin below her jaw hard. He was sure she'd be sporting a hickey for a week. He molded his hands on Taylor's breasts while he quickly looked at his mark. The mark of possession.
Just like the hickey, he would make Taylor remember this time when he penetrated her tight pussy, claimed her virginity, and possessed her body for the first time.
Plans laid out in his mind, he used his one hand to caress her breast while his mouth feasted on another. He licked around her areola before trapping the hardened nipples between his lips. He switched between licking, sucking, and flickering his tongue. God, he loved women's breasts. There was something about them that could make him so hard and feel languid at the same time. So fucking hard to explain.
Taylor's body arched. She gripped his hair while pressing her breast deeper into his mouth. Her body's temperature rose in a matter of minutes. He traced her undersides, stomach, hips, and round ass. He purposely avoided touching her clit. Not yet. He needed her desire for him unmatched.
“Bors...”
“Yes, love.”
“I can't wait anymore.”
“No?”
“Give me more now or I'll go mad.”
He would have hooted with triumph, but his throat was too tight from holding his control. With Taylor begging him, he swept her up in his arms then strode toward his bedroom. Laying her down in the center of the bed, her head resting on the long downy pillow, he pulled the covers from underneath her. It was easy since his bed wasn't made.
Bors stood beside the bed while he removed his clothes. His fingers shook as he unbuttoned his pants, his chest heavy from harsh breathing, and his dick hard. He couldn't believe a beautiful woman lay on his bed, waiting—seductively. With just a thong covering her body, she looked more delectable. Like peeling a wrapper off a box, he wanted to see what it covered with eagerness he never felt in his life before.
He knew she lacked experience in bed. But looking at her with arms above her head, watching him with heavy lidded eyes, one would think she knew already what was bound to happen. After shucking off his pants, he left his Calvin Klein's Men Gripper Trunk underwear on. He grinned as Taylor licked her lips while her gaze focused on his erect cock.
Stretching beside her, he lowered his head and licked one hard nipple. His tongue circled her areola, then suckled her hard. He palmed Taylor's breasts, pressing hard, kneading her hungrily while torturing her with his kisses.
“Breast man, you're killing me.”
“With pleasure, I hope.” He flicked his tongue like butterfly wings, tickling her.
“Bors,” she sobbed and gripped his arms.
“Yeah, babe.”
“Please touch me.”
Bors chuckled. “I'm touching you already.”
“Not enough.”
She reached down to touch his erection, but he stopped her. If she so much as made contact with his skin, he'd spill his seed on the sheet. “Demanding wench.” He continued to worship her breasts until she was moaning erotically, gripping his hair tight as she arched her back and held him to her. He took pity on her and slid down the bed, kissing her damp skin, caressing her hot body, and the top of her mound, but avoiding touching her pussy.
“Bors, please...”
Settling between her legs, he curved his hands on her knees and spread her legs. For a second, he looked at her pussy glistening like a fresh grass on the meadow wet with dewdrops in the early morning. “Beautiful.” Like a moth to a flame, he lowered his head and lightly laved her juices while her fingers traced her folds.
Taylor gasped the moment his tongue touched her clit. While his fingers played with her opening and labia, she opened her legs wider and panted.
“God, stop this torture!”
Unable to say anything, Bors answered her plea, inserting his middle finger first, then his index finger. She was tight, wet, and slippery. He pushed deeper until he felt her barrier, reminding him that she was still new to this.
* * * *
Taylor's body was on fire. Each lick, touch, and movement of his fingers buried inside her fueled her heat. While moaning and panting, Taylor lifted her head and looked down at Bors. His eyes gleamed with unsatisfied desire. His jaw muscles twitched and his nostrils flared like that of a raging bull. Good God, he looked magnificent.
“Bors, please. Stop teasing me.”
He replied by slowly pulling his fingers out of her tight pussy. It felt so wonderful that Taylor's head thrashed from side to side in desperation. But before she could protest, his fingers were back inside her again. This time, two with the third knuckle poised right at her ass.
“Good, lord.”
“Shhh ... just feel me work inside you, baby.”
Taylor shuddered at the feel of his fingers filling her. Breathing was as difficult as absorbing what was happening with her body. Bors's intimate caress, bold possession, heavy thrust of his fingers into her welcoming body, his tongue and hot mouth on her skin were too much. But it never was enough.
She was naked, open, wet, and ready. He was equally naked with his hot skin branding her. But to Taylor, it wasn't enough. She wanted more. Her body screamed for more. To fill the emptiness that Bors opened with his mere kisses.
Each time their skin made contact, flames deep inside her ignited, burning her greedily. Turning her body into a blazing inferno. She was melting, feverish, and thirsty for more.
Good God. What is happening with me? I am on fire. I am lusty. I want to...
“Make love with me. Now.”
Somewhere in the distant part of her mind, a good sense rang reminding her of what she was about to do—make love with a man she hardly knew. She may still be inexperienced, but she already knew what it was he was about to do—he would penetrate her with his cock to break her hymen until he buried himself deep inside her. He would pull out and then would thrust again. Bors would repeat it again and again, and she could hardly wait.
She desperately wanted this. Anticipated him moving on top of her with his cock throbbing inside her weeping pussy, whispering love words, biting lightly on her skin, kissing her, sucking her skin. And for chrimanysakes, how wet she would get before he claimed her?
So this was what drove virgins, decent, married, young, and old females to lunacy. This strong craving to be fucked, to be in the arms of a man like Bors, and reach heaven or blinding orgasms. God almighty, even a virgin like her wanted to shout fuck just because it felt good.
Taylor tried to reach for Bors's cock once more. “Bors,” she half-pleaded and half-moaned.
With his fingers still buried deep inside her pussy, he rose up. “I want this night memorable for you, Taylor. Each and every night, you will think of me, of this, of us.” His body sliding over hers, he used his elbow to brace himself, positioned his hips between her widespread thighs.
Taylor gasped from anticipation. Pulling his wet fingers out of her, he used them to rub his engorged head against the slick folds of her pussy. “Feels good?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“Right here, baby? Right around your clit?”
Taylor could only nod. His head was poised right on her entry. She lifted her hips to take him in, but he only shook his head.
“Do you want me inside you?” His voice was hoarse, forceful, and the worse came out through his teeth. “Say it.”
Taylor grabbed his arms and tried to pull him down. “Yes. I want you!”
“You know what this means, baby. Your virginity will be mine.”
“I'm yours.”
Bors's facial expression didn't change, but something about his eyes showed satisfaction. Like a fighter who guaranteed his win. To Taylor's own satisfaction, he moved his hips lower until his cock was pressed hard against her pussy. Like a hotdog in between a hotdog bun. And then he began thrusting, creating delicious friction that made her whimper lustily.
Taylor's body began to sing. Oh, the feel of his muscles, his heat, his hardness against her own soft body. There was nothing like it. And then he kissed her again. It wasn't gentle, but a consuming kind. She couldn't think about anything but his kiss and the way his tongue searched every crevice of her mouth.
Then Bors shifted a bit. She felt the pressure of his engorged cock forcing its way inside her in a slow, calculated movement.
“Baby, I don't want to hurt you.”
“Bors, if anything, I only feel—”
Their locked lips muffled her gasp. She moaned or she must have groaned. She couldn't tell. All she knew was the tiny pain disappeared in a hurry, replaced by pleasure so good not even a hot fudge sundae could beat it.
Taylor waited for Bors to move, but all he did was stare down at her. His deep blue eyes seeking, silently asking questions she already knew how to answer.
“It didn't hurt.”
Visible relief showed in his shoulders as he nuzzled the crook of her neck. “Good girl.” Bors began to move. “Baby, I have to do this.” He pulled out, then thrust heavily, powerfully into her. “Oh, fu ... dge, babe!”
The bed creaked, making her body sink deeper into the semi-firm mattress, and she loved it. Bors filled her completely with one swift thrust.
The foreign sensation of having him inside her was a bit shocking. That she actually gave up her virginity and that a big and solid man was atop her, finally dawned on her. Taylor waited for that feeling of loss, of not being a virgin anymore. None came.
So this is it. I did it and by God, it feels wonderful. I don't want this to end.
Once he started the age-old ritual of making love, erotic friction began to spark. Taylor hung on to Bors's arm and spread her thighs wider to accommodate him. She loved the feel of his sac slapping her ass, the sound of his cock as the base met her wet lips.
“More, Bors. More, please.”
“I'll give you, more, baby. Tonight is ours.”
Bors grounded his hips. He pulled out slowly until the tip was barely out of her pussy then drove hard into her waiting pussy again. “Fuck!”
Taylor screamed.
Bors covered her mouth to drink the sound. He reached down between their bodies to touch her clitoris. “Come for me, baby. Now.”
Over and over, he rotated her clit, concentrating on the spot that took her higher until she felt herself shattered. As soon as her climax began, Bors thrust faster, harder, and deeper. Taylor was swept away in the spiral of pleasure she'd never felt in her entire life. Her pussy throbbed, but her soul sang in delight. But Bors wasn't done. When her climax began to ebb, he pulled out of her, scooted down, and sucked her clit until another wave of intense pleasure built up. The sharp ecstasy gripped her until finally it left her boneless.
“Now, baby. My turn.” Bors licked her lips then thrust his tongue deep into her mouth as he drove his cock into her pussy—forcefully. He changed position so he could lift Taylor's legs higher, leaving her ass high up and pussy wide open. He made her hold the back of her legs up as he thrust even more deeply while his thumb pressed her clit.
Taylor watched Bors's taut body ripple with muscle movements. He was looking at their joined bodies and groaning as he pumped his hips. He'd already broke a sweat.
“Baby, so good. So fucking good,” he said and then he thrust faster and harder.
She felt Bors press his thumb on her clit. Taylor screamed from the intense pleasure and gripped the sheet. “Bors!”