SWTVM (Taking her)

I spent the whole afternoon restless. My body felt different after what happened in the library yesterday, sore in secret places and sensitive everywhere, like my skin was too tight. Every time I moved, I remembered his cock in my mouth, the hot spill on my tongue, and his fingers pumping inside me until I came so hard my legs gave out. I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

But he hadn’t taken me yet.

Why?

That question circled in my head while I wiped down counters I’d already cleaned twice. He’d had me naked, dripping, and begging. He could have bent me over the desk and fucked me right there, but instead he stopped at fingers and tongue. Again.

Was I not enough? Did he think I couldn’t handle it? Or was he just teasing me, making me wait until I was crazy with it?

I pressed my thighs together under my skirt and felt how wet I still was. All day, constantly, my panties were soaked through. I’d changed them once already, and now these ones were ruined too.

I just wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel that thick cock stretch me open, push deep, and make me his in the way I’d been dreaming about since the first day. I wanted to lose my virginity to Damian Blackwood and no one else.

But how do you ask for that? ‘Hey, why haven’t you put it in me yet? Or ‘Please fuck me, I’m ready?’

It sounded stupid in my head and incredibly immature, like a little girl who didn’t know what she was asking for.

He probably didn’t even know I was a virgin. I’d sucked him off like I knew what I was doing (mostly because I was desperate to taste him), and I’d come on his fingers and tongue loud enough to attract the attention of any other domestic staff, so maybe he thought I’d done this before.

I didn’t want him to find out mid-thrust and go all careful and slow, or worse, pull back completely because I was “too innocent.”

By late afternoon I couldn’t take it anymore. I marched upstairs to his office, my heart banging against my ribs.

The door cracked open a bit, and he sat at his desk in a black button-down, sleeves rolled up, looking focused and gorgeous. I knocked once and walked in before I lost my nerve.

He looked up, eyes flicking over me, my skirt, tight top, and flushed cheeks, and a slow smirk tugged at his mouth.

“Something you need, Lila?”

I closed the door behind me. My palms were sweaty, so I quickly wiped them on my skirt.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice coming out smaller than I wanted. “I need to ask you something.”

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “Ask.”

I took a breath, then the words tumbled out fast. “Why haven’t you fucked me yet?”

His eyebrows shot up, and for a second he just stared. Then that smirk grew into something darker and hungrier.

“Come here.”

I walked around the desk until I stood between his spread legs. He reached out and pulled me closer by the hips, his hands sliding under my skirt to grip my ass.

“You want my cock inside you?” he asked, his voice low.

I nodded, throat tight. “Yes. Badly.”

He squeezed my ass harder. “Tell me why I stopped yesterday.”

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “That’s why I’m asking.”

His fingers traced the edge of my panties, then slipped under, finding me soaked. He groaned softly.

“Because you’re so fucking tight, baby. Every time I put my fingers in you, you grip like you’ve never had anything bigger.” His eyes locked on mine. “Have you?”

My face burned, and I tried to look away, but he caught my chin.

“Tell me.”

“No,” I admitted. “I’ve never… I’m a virgin.”

The heat in his eyes flared. He didn’t look disappointed, instead, he looked like he’d just won something.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “That’s why you get like that.”

He stood up fast, towering over me. One hand tangled in my hair, tipping my head back.

“You sure you’re ready for me to take it? Because once I start, I’m not going to be gentle for long.”

My pussy clenched at the words. “I’m ready, and I want it. I want you.”

He searched my face for a second, then nodded once.

“Bedroom. Now.”

He didn’t let go of my hand as we walked down the hall, and my legs were shaking. When we got to his room, he shut the door, locked it, and turned to me.

“Strip.”

I pulled my top off fast, then unzipped the skirt and let it fall. I had no bra again today, and my panties that were clinging wetly to me, I peeled them down too. I stood naked, nipples hard, and thighs slick.

He looked his fill, slow and thorough, while he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. His jeans came off next, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. My mouth watered remembering the taste.

He stroked himself once, his eyes on my pussy. “On the bed. Legs open.”

I climbed onto the big bed and lay back, spreading my thighs wide, and the cool air hit my wetness. I was dripping onto his sheets already.

He knelt between my legs, his hands sliding up my calves, behind my knees, pushing them farther apart.

“Gonna get you ready first,” he said. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

His mouth came down on me without warning, hot, wet, and open kisses on my folds. I cried out, hips jerking while he licked long and slow, tasting every inch, then closed his lips around my clit and sucked.

Two fingers pushed inside me easily, I was that wet, and he curled them, rubbing that spot that made me see stars. His tongue flicked fast, and pleasure built sharp and quick.

I came hard, my thighs clamping around his head, moaning loudly into the quiet room. He kept licking softly until I stopped shaking.

Then he moved up my body, kissing my stomach, sucking each nipple until they throbbed. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled it down his length slowly so I could watch.

My pussy clenched again, empty and needy.

He settled over me, weight on his elbows, his cock nudging my entrance. The head was thick, hot even through the latex.

“Look at me,” he said.

I did. His eyes were dark and focused.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded.

He pushed in slowly, just the head at first, and I gasped at the stretch, bigger than his fingers, and burning a little. He paused, let me breathe, then slid deeper, inch by inch. The pressure built until I whimpered.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured. “Push against me.”

I did. He sank all the way in with one smooth thrust, full, so full that I couldn’t think. My walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust.

He groaned low. “Fuck, so tight. You’re squeezing me like a vise.”

He stayed still, letting me get used to it. The burn faded slowly, turning into a deep, throbbing ache for more.

“Move,” I whispered. “Please.”

He pulled back slowly, then pushed in again, shallow thrusts at first, and every slide sent sparks through me. My hips started rocking on their own, meeting him.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Take it just like that.”

He sped up gradually, deeper and harder, the wet sound of us filling the room. His cock dragged over every sensitive spot inside me, and pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. He shifted angle and hit something that made me cry out.

“There,” I gasped. “Right there.”

He pounded into that spot over and over, and my nails scratched down his back, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine.

I came suddenly, harder than before, my walls pulsing around his cock, and my vision going white. He growled my name, thrusting through it.

Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and pulled my hips up so I was on my knees with my face in the pillow.

“Gonna take you deeper,” he said.

He slid back in from behind, easier now, but still so full. The angle was different and intense, and he bottomed out with every thrust, his balls slapping my clit.

One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit fast, the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise.

I moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet him as another orgasm built fast and brutal.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered. “I want to feel it again.”

I did, screaming this time, my body shaking, and pussy milking him hard.

He sped up, his thrusts turning rough and erratic. “Fuck… gonna come…”

He pulled out fast, yanked the condom off, and stroked himself twice, and hot ropes landed across my ass and lower back, marking me.

We collapsed sideways, breathing hard, and my legs trembled. I felt stretched, used, and perfect.

He grabbed a towel from the nightstand, cleaned me gently, then tossed it aside and pulled me against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat slowing against my back.

After a minute he spoke, voice rough. “You okay?”

I nodded, my throat raw from moaning. “More than okay.”

He chuckled low. “Good, because now that I’ve had you, I’m not stopping.”

My pussy gave a tired but eager twitch, and I smiled into the pillow.

I wasn’t planning on asking him to.