Her bridal panties are a lacy little triangle of fabric clinging to her pussy, outlining lips as plump as the ones on her mouth.
The sight almost rages a war inside me. More intense arousal surges straight to my cock, demanding I skip the teasing and go straight to ripping the pair off and sinking into her slick, squeezing heat.
But I squash the urge down and focus on kissing her.
My palm slides down the front of her panties and cups her pussy.
Heat greets me. Hot, pulsing heat that draws a deep and involuntary rumble from my chest.
I rub her pussy with the base of my palm, grinding it against her in a slow, taunting motion. Her thighs twitch from the sensations she’s feeling, helpless underneath me and my body weight.
“Ronan…” she pleads breathily. “Don’t…”
But her don’t sounds a lot like she’s left off the last part—stop.
I grab her hand and bring it down between her thighs. We slide into her panties, my hand covering hers, as I guide it to her pussy.
“You feel this, princess?” I growl, nipping at her neck. “You’re so fucking hot. So fuckingwet. It’s all for me. Isn’t it?”
She turns her head to the side, thighs quaking even more from where our hands rest in between. But I wrench her face back toward mine, grabbing her by the chin.
“Tell me,” I command throatily. “All this slick pussy juice is ’cuz you’re turned on, right? You want me to fuck your pussy. You want me to take that virginity from you and make a mess out of you… don’t you?”
She whimpers as our fingers circle her clit, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves.
“You ever touch yourself, princess?” I ask. “You ever play with this little pussy and think about being fucked?”
As hard as she tries to play indifferent and unaffected, she fails miserably. She grinds back against our joined fingers, teeth gnawing away at her bottom lip. She looks so fucking sexy like this, pinned underneath me in her ivory dress bunched at the waist, head tipped back and eyes screwed shut. Her expression’s tense, like she’s pained when really she’s pleasured.
She’s just trying like hell to fight against it.
But together we rub her clit ’til it pulses back against the pads of our fingers. My cock throbs from inside my pants in response, the erection I’ve got for her mind-blowingly strong. I’m usually excellent at composure, yet this is a true test.
This is a real exercise in restraint.
“I asked you a question. Answer me. You ever touch yourself?”
“Yes…” she breathes. “S-sometimes.”
“And you’ve thought about tonight? About the moment you get fucked for the first time?”
“Ronan…”
“Answer.”
“Ye-yes… I have. I do.”
I brush my lips across her jaw and next guide her fingers toward the slick seam of her pussy lips. We don’t go far, dipping our fingers inside her wet heat to her instant sharp gasp. She tenses up all over again, clearly startled by the idea of penetration.
“Fuck, you feel that heat, princess?” I ask, placing another kiss on her jaw. “That wetness? How tight you are? I’m about to stretch you open, and you’re about to take it.”
I work her up so much she’s openly writhing and grinding. She’s sinking nails into my arms trying to combat the pleasure that must be rising up inside her.
We tease her pussy right up ’til I anticipate she’s close to coming. Then I’m pulling our hands free of her panties and pinning her wrist back next to her head.
I’m back to kissing her deep, satisfied I’ve got her right where I want her. She’s turned on and pulsing with need.
“Ronan,” she puffs out between our kisses. “I… I want…”