Page 43 of Blaire

“Hmmm, virgin cum,” he says in my mouth, his voice full of darkness. “You taste fucking sweet, you know that?”

Pushing his fingers up through my soft, slick folds, he centers his attention on my clit again, teasing my inflamed bud. I cry out. I unhook my arms from around his neck and grab his arm. I'm too tender. It's too much.

“You want me to stop?” he asks, glancing heavily between my eyes.

“No! I just...” I blink in the sight of his flush face, not quite feeling like myself. “Please, Charlie... I just... just give me a second.”

Smiling with pure wickedness, he deepens our kiss with a moan and works his tongue across mine, turning me inside out. He doesn't close his fiery blue eyes. He locks us in a period of visual bonding, possessing my fucking soul. I've never felt so vulnerable in all my life.

I begin to relax beneath him, letting go of his arm. He adds pressure to my clit then, making me whimper out loud. I claw the sheets on either side of my waist, curling my hips, wondering if this could get any more intense.

“You ready now?” he says in my mouth.

I nod a couple of times, looking desperately at him.

“Good.” He pecks my mouth, then licks over my upper lip; sucks me there. “Now put your feet flat on the bed so your knees are bent.”

Obeying, I spread my legs and press my feet flat on the mattress, giving him more room between my thighs. Dripping wet fingers slide down my sex, gathering more liquid, then over my virgin entrance and to my decadent entrance.

He circles me there with a single finger, softening my flesh, slowly kneading the tip in.

“Why Maksim hasn't fucked you, I'll never know.” He swallows my anxious gasp as he pushes in me. “I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you if I had you at my beck and call.”

My toes bunching in the sheets, I throw my head back in the pillows, breaking away from his lips. He's halfway in, opening me up, and while it sort of stings, it's...

...I don't even get a chance to figure out how it is because he pulls out, causing a tight friction to burn my insides.

“You all right?” Charlie kisses the apple of my throat.

“I... I think so.” I let out the breath I've been holding, blinking up at the dark ceiling.

“Just relax,” he says, like it's that easy.

The pressure is there at my anus again and he slips inside me, loosening me up by gently twisting his hand. He doesn't stop halfway this time. He goes all the way in until I can feel his knuckles against my butt cheeks, his finger lodged so deep inside me that I feel full to the brim.

I moan through closed teeth, and I'm trying not to tense up but it is hard. It's the most particular sensation having him in there: burning and it... it's just weird.

“Breathe, Blaire,” he says, reminding me to. “Don't think too much. I'm not in a rush. We'll go slowly.”

“I'm just... a bit anxious,” I confess, getting more and more pathetic by the minute. “I've never done anything like this before.”

His entire body tenses up, and I can’t help thinking what I just said has shocked him.

“Don't be anxious,” he says softly, eventually. “I'm not gonna hurt you. Those oils burning help your muscles relax and I won't do anything you can't handle, all right?”

I shakily nod, telling myself that I'll just follow his guidance. He hasn't hurt me yet, not really, and for some strange reason, I don't think he is going to. Not that it really matters. He can't hurt me anymore than Maksim has.

Charlie doesn't move inside me for a while, just kisses my throat and across my collar bones, training my attention on his bizarre affections. This man just an hour ago admitted he's going to do terrible things to me, yet he's kissing me like he's in love with me or something?

I wish he'd be one or the other—good or bad. A mixture of both is too bewildering.

He's kissing over the curve of my breasts now, moaning in the deep of his throat, his hair tickling my chest. With his teeth, he kneads my nipples over the material of my bra again, left, and then the right.

“Oh, that's good,” I say before I realize.

The burning and stinging in my ass easing somewhat, I relax on the bed, untying my toes because I've got cramp. He gently pulls out of my ass then and gathers some more moisture from my sex. My entire body tingles because it thinks he's going to play with my clit again, but then I feel something bigger stretching me out.

Two fingers.