Experienced (A Real Man, 4) (5 page)

I
speared
my hands in Hugo’s hair, tugged at the strands, and made these small noises in the back of my throat. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t even try and stop, or at the very least, tame my desires.

I didn’t want to.

He carried me into the bedroom, and once I was on the mattress, I looked up at him. I wanted this, had dreamed about it. But I also wanted to be honest.

“I’ve never been with a man, Hugo.” It was hard getting those words out. At twenty-one, I’d been on plenty of dates, but I’d never had actual intercourse, never even desired to with any other man.

What and whom I wanted was right before me.

“I’m a virgin.” Would that turn him off?

Instead of saying we should stop, he used his upper body to push me back on the bed. He covered me with his hardness, cupped the side of my face, and kissed me. With his tongue in my mouth, he fucked my mouth the way I wanted him to do between my thighs.

I moaned again, feeling like I couldn’t even control the most basic of my actions.

I felt like the world fell away, like there was nothing but this one moment in time. Whatever happened afterward, this was worth it.

He pulled away. I wanted my clothes off faster than he probably did. I rose up and raised the dress up and over my head. I reached behind me and undid my bra, tossed that aside, and finally looked at Hugo. He was leaning back, staring at me with these hooded eyes. His arousal was clear on his expression, but also in the way his pants tented out in the front.

He looked huge.

God, what would it feel like to have him inside of me?

I shivered at my thoughts.

“The panties, Sabine. Take the fucking panties off.”

His voice was deep and husky, and his accent seemed thicker.

I shifted so I was braced on my back, lifted my lower body, and started taking the panties off. He watched me the whole time, his eyes half-lidded, his massive chest rising and falling.

Once those were off and I was totally bared for him, I rested back on the bed, my legs closed, my heart racing.

“Spread, Sabine.” He lifted his gaze up my legs, over my breasts, and looked fully at my face. My nipples were hard, my pussy so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if the sheets were slightly damp beneath me.

“Let me see you bared for me.”

I licked my lips and spread my legs. My pussy was bared, my lips parting. But he still stared at my face even though my thighs were wide, my pussy on display for him.

“Do you want me to look at you?” God, his voice could make me come on its own.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Ask me then.”

My throat felt so tight, like there was a lump in the center of it. “I want you to look at me between my legs.”

“Show me.” He still stared into my eyes, and I slowly moved my hand down my belly to the top of my pussy.

I might not have ever had sex, but I’d been touched, kissed, licked by men. It had been a lackluster experience every time, but I knew this time would be different. I knew, this time, I’d finally reach that peak I always knew I’d find with Hugo.

When my hand was on my pussy, I slowly spread my fingers through my folds. The pleasure was instant, but it was also because of the way Hugo looked at me … watched me.

He lowered his gaze to my hand and watched what I was doing for long seconds, and I felt myself build higher to that intense pleasure I knew I could get with him. But in the next instant, he reached out and took hold of my wrist. He lifted my hand to his mouth, inhaled deeply, and this deep, almost animalistic sound left him. His gaze held mine as he licked my fingers clean, making sure that no drop of my pussy cream was still on the digits.

“I knew you’d taste this good,” he said and leaned in an inch so our faces were so close I could have risen up and kissed him. “I knew you’d be this sweet.”

He lowered his gaze to my mouth, and I thought he’d kiss me—hoped he would. But instead, he pulled back and took hold of my ankle. While maintaining eye contact, he lowered his mouth to my foot, ran his tongue along the arch on the underside, and groaned deeply. He almost closed his eyes, but they were still open, watching me, seeing my reaction.

Hugo started running his tongue over my anklebone, moving his lips over my calf, and going higher until he reached my knee. He shifted his hand, smoothing it along the inside of my thigh, but not touching the part of my body that wanted him the most. He kept going, licking, kissing, and gently sucking at my flesh until he made his way to my hipbones.

I was a liquid mess for him, so ready to feel him stretching me that I would have begged if I’d been able to find my voice.

He kept moving up my body, teasing his tongue around my belly button before gently dipping it into the small indentations and moving upward. When he got to my breasts, he cupped both mounds in his large hands, pushed them together, and started licking and sucking at the stiff peaks.

“Am I making you feel good, Sabine?”

I could only nod, but realized he wasn’t looking at me, and instead lavishing attention on my breasts.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good, because this is about you and making you feel good.”

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think.

“This will always be about you.”

I
wanted
to show her what a man could do to her, what
I
could do to her.

I wanted to show Sabine how good I could make her feel, that with me she’d never want for anything, not even the physical aspects.

I wanted her, was about to have her body, but I wanted her heart, as well.

I paid special attention to her breasts, making the tight skin at the peaks red and wet from my ministrations. She was panting and moaning, and I broke away, needing to swallow her sounds, take them into myself.

This was what I’d wanted from the moment I realized I couldn’t let her be with anyone else, that I wanted her as mine.

Her heart.

Her body.

Her passion.

Staying away for all these years had been the hardest damn thing I’d ever done in my life.

I cupped her face and smoothed my thumb along her bottom lip until it popped out slightly. “I’ve wanted you since your eighteenth birthday, Sabine, since you graduated high school.” I stared in her eyes, letting her know this was serious; this was the truth and reality.

“Our age difference doesn’t bother you?” she whispered, her mouth slightly parted, her sweet breath moving along my cheek.

“Age is just a number, and you’re the one that makes me harder than fucking steel.” I ground my cock into her leg, proving my point. “From the moment I realized I wanted you,” I smoothed my fingers down her neck to rest at the feather necklace, “I haven’t been with another woman in years.” I looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction. “I haven’t wanted another woman, Sabine.”

She was breathing harder. She looked so fucking gorgeous, the raven fall of her hair spread out over my pillow like spilled ink.

“The only woman I want to be buried inside of is you.” What I wanted was her under me and giving herself over so there was no doubt she was mine. “Now that I have you, that I know you want this, I’m not letting you go.” And I fucking wasn’t. “You’re mine, Sabine.”

I moved my thumb along her bottom lip again, transfixed by the sight of me pulling the soft, pink flesh down.

“I want to be yours. I’ve always been yours.”

Yeah, she fucking had.

The vulnerability and innocence on the surface of her face slammed into me fast and hard.

“You know I’ll take care of you.” I didn’t state it like a question.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You were mine before I could even accept it myself, Sabine.”

Her breath hitched, and I leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss again.

It wasn’t soft, wasn’t gentle. I gave her what we both needed. I listened to her soft moans, her verbal and nonverbal pleas for more. All I wanted to do was make her feel fucking incredible.

Once I claimed her, fucked her until she couldn’t even walk straight tomorrow, she’d be mine. I couldn’t stop until she knew she was mine.

After several seconds, I broke the kiss, needing this to go further than what we did now. Her lips were swollen, red, and wet.

“You’re the only thing that fucking matters, Sabine.” I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped the base of her skull. “This can be so damn easy.” My mouth was still close to hers, but I didn’t kiss her again. I felt her breasts against me. They were big and round, and my cock gave a mighty jerk. I pressed my dick against her again, letting her feel the stiffness of it, letting her know the ten inches that would be buried in her cunt in a matter of minutes.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Sabine.”

“Hugo… be with me already.”

I growled out low. “I’m going to show you how a real man takes care of his woman.”

“Kiss me again.”

I did just that.

Our tongues slid along each other, frantic, heated, and full of need. I was hard, so hard for her that I found myself grinding my erection against her inner thigh, needing some friction.

She was pliant in my arms, pressing her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard, her arousal coating the air. I felt drunk for her.

She lifted her hips slightly, her pussy rubbing along my leg. I needed to get undressed, to be just as bare as she was. I shifted from her and started undoing the buttons of my shirt. I tossed the material to the floor once it was off and stood up to work on my pants. My cock was hard, aching, and I needed to have the fucker free … needed to have it deep inside of Sabine.

Once I was just as naked as she was, I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself, just looking at her laid out for me. She licked her lips slowly and lowered her eyes to my cock.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Watch as I fucking jerk off because I can’t control myself.” It turned me on knowing she watched. “You want these ten inches in you, Sabine?”

Her eyes were slightly wide, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure at that fact.

“I could take every part of you right now.” I moved a step closer. “And it still wouldn’t be enough. It’ll never be enough.” I gave my cock one more stroke before letting the hard, thick, and long shaft go. I moved back onto the bed and curled my fingers against her side. There might be marks in the morning, but I wanted that brand of ownership, that slight discoloration that would let me know she was mine.

And I’d be the only one that saw them because she was mine.

“I don’t want any other male looking at you, Sabine,” I whispered against her throat. “I don’t want them touching you, even if it’s innocent.”

She moaned and arched up into me.

“These little bruises that might show up…” I added a little more pressure to her hips, loving that she grabbed my biceps and dug her nails in. “These little marks will be for my eyes only, because you and I will both know how you got them.” I pulled back and looked down at her. “We’ll know that our passion was too fucking great.”

She nodded slowly, and I looked down at where she had her nails in my bicep. I’d have marks, too, it seemed, and God, did that turn me on. My dick punched forward even harder. I moved my mouth to the base of her neck, and I felt her pulse beating rapidly. I licked and sucked at the spot, drawing the blood up to the surface and marking her there, too.

I wanted her screaming my name as I filled her with my huge cock.

“I want to go further, baby. I want to be so deep in you we are one.”

“Don’t stop.” She slanted her mouth on mine and speared her tongue between my parted lips. She acted desperate for me, and fucking hell, was I desperate for her. I reached between us and palmed my cock. The tip was slick with pre-cum. I wanted it inside of her, coating her in my scent and seed.

“You’re so gorgeous … so mine, Sabine. All of you belongs to me.” I placed my fingers on her lips. “This is mine.” I went lower and touched her breasts. “These are mine.” I kept my focus on her eyes, and I slid my palm down her belly, finally touching her soaking wet pussy. “
This
is mine.”

She arched her back slightly, involuntarily.

“I need all of you.” I was at my breaking point. “
Christ
, baby—” I gritted the words out. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside of you … now.”