Butterfly by Nelle L’Amour
CHAPTER 43
Roman
I’m delirious. I don’t know if I’m finger-fucking her or making love. Everything’s a blur. All I know is she’s so tight and so wet. And so fucking responsive. I thrust harder and faster, until she practically does a backbend in my arm and screams out her climax.
“Oh my God. Oh my God!” The words are on replay. But I’m not done with her. I’ve only just begun, and next time, she’s going to scream out my name.
I slide out my middle finger. Glistening, it’s coated with her juices. And in the dimly lit room, I can also see it’s coated crimson. Just as I thought. My butterfly’s a virgin. I suck my finger clean. Fuck, she tastes delicious. My cock throbs with need. But despite how painfully hard I am, how much I want to be inside her, it’s time to slow down my pace. To make her first time a beautiful one. A special one. And to savor all her sweetness. Holding her in my arms, I ask if she’s okay. With a faint smile, she nods and murmurs something that sounds like “uh-huh.” I grip the back of her neck and kiss her passionately again. She moans into my mouth and melts into me.
Stepping out of my pants, which are puddled by my feet, I swoop her into my arms and lay her on my bed, flat on her back. How ravishing she looks, her delicate porcelain body splayed on my black satin sheets. Her face enraptured. Her hair fanned out. I mentally take a snapshot and am almost tempted to get my phone so I can have this image to look at forever. I follow her onto the mattress and sit back on my calves. Her heated gaze meets mine. Her chest rhythmically rises and falls with each breath, her exquisite breasts quivering. They’re even more exquisite than I imagined. The size of old-fashioned champagne saucers, as white as snow, the nipples pert and pink like a fine rosé.
They call out to me. The need to have them in my mouth momentarily trumps my need to be inside her. Anchoring my hands on the bed, I lean over and put my lips to them, tenderly sucking and nipping. She squirms, the cutest erotically charged sounds gurgling in the back of her throat.
“Oh, Roman! Please make love to me. I want you so badly.”
She’s begging for me. So aroused by her own arousal and her need for me, I slip one hand between her trembling thighs, astonished by how hot and wet she still is.
“Soon, baby. Soon. I need to taste more of you.” Cupping her breasts in my hands, I drag my tongue down her torso, along her flat abdomen, stopping to dip the tip in her belly button. An adorable little innie. My butterfly giggles, but she won’t be giggling for long. I’m so close to her pussy I can smell her libido. About to get my first taste of it, I am stopped by a question that pops into my head. So enraptured, I almost forgot to ask.
“Butterfly, are you on birth control?”
She nods. Thank fuck, because I’m not going to shroud my cock in a condom. There’s no need. It’s been ten long years since I’ve been with a woman.
“Good,” I murmur as my mouth touches down on her pussy. Jesus Christ. She tastes so good. My head buried between her thighs, I suck and lick it, lapping up its goodness, before my tongue focuses solely on her clit, licking and flicking it.
“More!” she moans.
More.The best four-letter word a man could hear. My cock throbbing, I’ve got to be inside her. I can’t wait a minute longer.
Sitting up, I scramble to take off my briefs. I finally free my cock.
And a gasp that could wake up the dead fills the room.