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Are you really ready?...I don't think you are. I mean, you might be if you follow me on tumblr. So yeah. Here we go.
Delia watched Jon move around the bedroom, pulling bottles of things out from the closet. He read over the front of it and then put it back, unsatisfied with the content. He was looking for his oil. Delia had pleased him earlier and he had all intentions of returning the pleasuring. An idea sparked in his mind. From the past few days of her sleeping beside him, she let him know that the dark made her hyperaware of her surroundings and he needed all of her senses tonight – he wanted her to touch, hear, see, and smell him.
Bending over where she was resting, he placed a soft kiss to her lips. "Go get me some water, kitten."
Delia's spine tingled at the way he said the word. Kitten. Why did he call her that? There were plenty of other pet names she would have rather been called. Making her way through the chilly trailer, she saw Scotty laid out naked on the couch with some girl, who was also naked, grinding against him. She blushed a little but took in their forms from her hiding spot around the corner. She heard a noise erupt from one of the two, a growling sound almost, and she made a note to never ever make the sound during sex. It was too…dirty for her tastes.
She hurried on to the kitchen and filled a tall glass with water from the refrigeratorbefore quickly making her way back down the hallway. When she opened the door, she was immersed in darkness. Not even the light came in from the streetlamps outside. Jon had put up more sheets over the windows. She heard the door shut behind her. The eerie creak left a shiver down her spine. She could feel him, embracing her in his presence, but not his hands yet. He always had a strong presence to her in the room. She could always sense when he was near. She reached for the light switch but had her arm swatted away.
"Patience, Kitten," he whispered in her ear just before stepping back. He watched in the darkness as she turned in the direction he was previously standing in, looking for him, grasping out to touch him. He liked toying with her. She was easy to confuse at things like this. This was the one thing he could out-smart her in. She was out of her element, new to this game, and Jon loved the idea that he was going to break her in.
Her breathing had become rapid, her heart throbbed in her chest. She didn't know why, it was just Jon. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly felt a finger on her lips, his breath on her neck from behind her. "Ssshhhh….," he whispered into her ear. His words, the breath that came with them against her cool skin, made her small body tremble. She obeyed, closing her mouth in defeat as she felt a soft kiss on her shoulder, his lips pushing hard against her bone.
"Jon…," she whimpered, feeling his arousal pressing into her back, just above her ass.
His finger pulled her face towards his and he pressed his face into the side of hers. "Do you trust me?"
Delia stumbled over her words and he chuckled. "Tell me pretty baby. It's either yes or no."
She took in a huge breath and tried to calm herself. "Yes, Jon. I trust you."
"Good," he smiled. She could hear the smile in his voice.
She felt his arms wrap around her stomach, his hand slipping up under the baggy t-shirt to press his palm flesh against her skin. He held her for a few minutes, thinking of exactly where and how he wanted to start. So many things he wanted, so many things he knew she needed. He planned on giving them all to her.
He pulled her over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it with her between his legs. He started undressing her, making sure to work slowly. He started with her shorts, tugging them down as he rubbed the back of her legs, and then up the front side to hook his fingers in the waist band of her panties. She noted he was smooth with pulling her clothes off, rough calloused fingers leaving needy patches of skin almost screaming for him to touch again. He pulled her further up to him, leaning down so that he was eye-level with her dripping cunt. Much like the night before, he ran his finger over the virgin tight lips and bit his bottom lip. Temptation was playing hard on him tonight. Her body jumped in surprise, causing him to smile as he applied a little pressure to her innocence. Her gasps filled his ears and he knew he had to have her, needed to be inside of her one way or the other.
He picked up the bottle of oil and squirted a generous amount in his hand. He held the tube between his teeth as he started up her leg, digging his fingers into her pale flesh as he drug his hands up. Never in her life had she had someone touch her leg so sensually and give her the feelings Jon gave her in that moment. She kept silent, not knowing if Jon still had the 'no talking' policy going on. He pushed his hand down the other leg, starting from her hip. He rubbed until he felt her skin getting warmer. The oil was kicking in and he could tell she was a little more relaxed. He stood up off the bed and turned her around, pulling her shirt off as he did. Just like last night, Delia had no bra on. His still slick hands roamed over her belly, hitting the belly ring accidentally. Her hands clasped at his forearms to steady herself. He smiled and ran his finger around the small belly button, loving the whimpers and moans he got from her, before tugging on the small piece of jewelry there. She let out a loud moan behind closed lips.
"You like that, Kitten?" He smiled into the darkness. "You can talk."
"Yes, Jon." She nodded feverishly. "I love that."
He reached down between her thighs and sharply inhaled. "You're so wet, Kitten. Can you feel yourself? You feel how wet you are for me?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"You shouldn't be so tense," he mumbled against her shoulder. "Loosen up, princess. I'm not going to hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to do."
She nodded and only hoped he could see her.
"Tell me, Kitten." He moved to walk around the front of her. "Exactly what is it you want me to do?"
She shrugged. "I don't know."
"You don't know, huh?" He smiled as he stroked her chin. "C'mon, Kitten, I can see right through those words. You want me to suck that sweet cunt again, don't you? Run my tongue in those devious circles over your clit, right?"
"Yes," she blushed.
"Very good, Kitten," he praised. "But I meant what I said. You're going to have to work for that tonight. I gave you a free ride last night. Tonight, it's not free. Understood, Kitten?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Good girl. Keep your hands behind your back." He smirked. He could tell her mind was racing. He loved it – he knew he was under her skin. He placed kisses to random parts of the back of her neck as he walked around her. He walked away from her. She heard the floor creaking underneath his feet and then suddenly there was light in the room. She blinked a few times before looking over at him. He was shirtless, wearing only the light blue jeans that hung perfectly around his waist. Her mouth watered. He looked amazing. She hadn't realized she let her hands fall back to her sides.
"Sit down," he demanded, and watched her quickly scramble to the bed. "Why aren't your hands behind your back?"
Immediately she laced her fingers together behind her back and sat straighter. Her face burned a little and her stomach was in butterflies. She realized she hadn't followed his rules and started trembling. He didn't like to see her tremble. It made him think she was scared of him. He squatted down in front of her and ran his finger over her chin.
"Delia." His tone was serious. It wasn't the playful tone from earlier. "I'm not going to hurt you if you don't listen the first few times. You're still new to this. If you don't like it, you can walk out the door afterwards. Just let me give you this experience, okay? I promise you, there'll be no pain."
She sighed and nodded. "Okay."
He pressed a long hard kiss to her lips and then stood up. His next words made her heart pound even harder.
"Unbutton my jeans," he said dominantly. The words felt like they were screamed at her.
Coming back to her senses, she did as she was told, with trembling hands, and freed his hard member. He gave a soft shove to her shoulders. "On your knees, pumpkin."
She inaudibly let out a soft, "Wow", but his ears caught onto it.
"You like it?" He laughed slightly, running a hand through her blonde hair.
"Yeah," she said softly, eyeing him from her position on the floor.
He bent down and pressed a harsh kiss to her lips, his tongue dominating her mouth, before completely pulling away and straightening back up. He picked her hand up and placed it on his cock, a little smile playing on his face as she instantly began stroking him. He was warm and hard in her hands. The way he moved past her lightly clenched fingers made her even hotter. She looked up at him, swallowing hard as she saw the intense look in his eyes. From her angle, he looked like a God. His chiseled body towered over her proudly. The soft curls fell over his forehead in an uneven line. He was simply fucking delicious.
He made a loud hissing sound as he felt the tip of her tongue on him and his fingers locked in her hair. He held back his urge to thrust fully into her mouth but watched with lust filled eyes as she tasted him, her tongue lapping at the head of him. "Open your mouth," he moaned, bringing his cock further to her mouth. She did as she was told and her warm little mouth was quickly filled with his throbbing cock.
"Good girl," he praised again, watching as he saw the look in her eyes change from something nervous to pure desire. She was slowly unwinding around him. "You going to let me fuck that pretty little face of yours?"
She nodded a little, grinning up at him with his cock halfway buried between her lips. He allowed her to get more comfortable on her knees before he slowly began rocking his hips up into her mouth. He started slowly and had all intentions of keeping his pace slow, but her mouth felt too good around him, and he had a moment of losing himself, shoving his cock further down her throat. To his surprise, she barely even retched. She just kept getting better. He pulled away and let her catch her breath, when he realized she had been rubbing her own clit.
She looked up at him as she nibbled on her bottom lip, his cock instantly twitching at the sight beneath him. The words she said next were the best words he'd ever heard. "Fuck me, please."
"Turn around, stand up. Hands behind your back," Jon said. He was trying to clear his head but knew it wasn't really any use.
She did as he said and turned to face the bed. She heard him fumbling with drawers, searching for something. He found what he was looking for. His last condom. He grabbed it and silently thanked every biblical God as he walked back towards her. He sat down on the bed and pulled her down so that she was straddling him. She watched as he slid the condom out of the packaging and down around his cock as she leaned her head down on his shoulder.
"You sure?" He turned his head to press a soft kiss at her temple.
"Yes," she purred, nuzzling his neck again. Leaning further back on the bed, her fingers moved to lace with his as he used his elbows to prop himself up. With one free hand, he lined them up. They made eye contact the entire time as she fought against the built up pressure. He let her go at her own pace, sinking down around him as he did.
"Fuck that hurts." She whimpered as she impaled herself down around him – she pulsed around him.
"Holy goddamn you're tight," he groaned through clenched teeth, fighting to keep himself under control. "Fuck, Delia."
She sat there for a few minutes, adjusting to the foreign cock inside of her before she moved slightly. Slowly they set a pace, Jon's hips rocking up to meet hers in a slow pattern. Soon she was begging for him to control her again.
Flipping their positions, Jon's hand came up to enclose her throat as he thrust into her. He picked the pace up as he stared down into her eyes, his grip tightening the more she pulsed around him. She wanted to tell him how good he felt but she couldn't find the words, shaking like a leaf to keep from exploding around him.
She was frustrated, trying as hard as she could to keep the orgasm at bay, but when he whispered, "Come for me, kitten," softly into her ear, she lost it. Her hips bucked up against his in a frenzied need, her release seeping out of her. "Jon!," she cried, her legs closing around her as he thrust into her one last time and stilled, his release filling the condom still deep inside of her.
He lay on top of her spent body, his head resting on her left breast. After a few minutes had passed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his body further down against hers.
Jon finished his last cigarette of the night as he watched her curled up in his side, sleeping away her exhaustion. He feared he was too rough with her. He shouldn't have went to the whole 'dom' terms with a virgin, but she never complained and actually curled up beside of him afterwards. Maybe she did trust him like she said earlier. He slid further down in the bed beside her and pulled the covers over their bodies before slipping off into sleep himself.
"How was your night," Scotty asked as Jon emerged from the bathroom.
Jon smirked. "Fucking awesome."
"Oh yeah?" Scotty furrowed his eyebrows before realization sat in. "DUDE! You banged the preacher's daughter!"
Jon shrugged. "She has a name Scotty. She isn't just 'the preacher's daughter'."
"Dude. That's, like, the ultimate slap in the face to him."
"Why would you want to slap my dad in the face?" Delia looked up at Jon from behind him.
Jon shot Scotty a heated glare and turned to face Delia and lied. "I don't, babe. Why don't you go get some more sleep?"
She shook her head. "I'm pretty well-rested. I was going to come run the counter for you today."
"Alright. Get ready. I have to leave in, like, fifteen minutes." He bent down and pecked her lips softly.
Hmmm...Why would Jon want to slap Delia's dad? O.o
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