“I bet your pussy tastes so good,” he breathed in my ear, that familiar cocky tone back in his voice.

He pulled his fingers out from between my legs and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them hungrily.  “You taste like honey, Princess,” he said.  “I’m gonna need another taste.”

My legs immediately pushed together as he moved down my body.  He kneeled in front of me on the couch and pushed my legs straight up into the air, then brought his hand down and smacked it against my ass.

I moaned as he grabbed my panties and slid them over my hips, down my thighs, over my knees and off my ankles.

He put his hands on my knees and began to spread my legs apart, but I felt a blush starting in my face and moving down my body, leaving me hot and self-conscious.

“Wait,” I said.  “I’m not… No one’s ever…”

Colt grinned wickedly, and then pushed my legs apart slowly.  “Don’t worry,” he said.  “I’ll be gentle.  Just relax, baby.”

And then he was down there, his fingers spreading my pussy open as he licked me, down there, on my slit, his tongue sliding up and down in one smooth, controlled motion.  I gasped in ecstasy.  I had never felt such pleasure before, had never known something could feel so good.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, then gazed up at me.  “You taste sweet, baby,” he said, his thumb flicking against my clit.  “So fucking sweet.”

And then he was back down there, eating me out, kissing me open mouthed on my bare pussy.  I felt my toes curl and I gripped the couch cushion underneath me, twisting the fabric in my hands.

He sucked my clit and licked my pussy, sliding his tongue inside of me, flicking it against me like a hot switch.

Then he started using his fingers again, this time sliding two inside of me without any problem.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I looked down at him, watched his fingers disappearing inside of me, and the sensation of him finger fucking me coupled with watching him do it was almost unbearably intense.

“Colt,” I said, grabbing his hand.

“Yes?” he asked in that teasing little voice of his.

“I think I’m going to…”

“You think you’re going to what, baby?”

“If you keep doing that I think I’m going to come.”  The words were foreign on my tongue.  I’d never had an orgasm before, but I could feel my body building toward something, the pleasure rocking me to my core.

“Not until I fuck you,” he said.  He stood up and began unbuckling his pants  and I gazed up at him, marveling at the beauty that was his body, every muscle and tendon defined and edged.  And then before I knew it, he was back on top of me, his hard dick poised outside my opening, sliding against me, making me even wetter than I was.

“I wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you,” he said.  His forehead was pressed against mine, his big hands on my body, one holding my hip, the other on the back of my neck.  “I want to be inside of you baby, I want to feel that little virgin pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I groaned again, loving the feeling of the head of his dick rubbing on me, getting me wet and slick, my juices mixing with his precum.

“Tell me,” he whispered.  “Say it.”

“Fuck me.”  The words were exciting and thrilling, the anticipation of what we were about to do, that he was going to take my virginity right here, right now, on this couch, mixing together with the feel of his body on top of mine, his dick against my pussy, his hands and mouth all over me.

I was hot and cold at the same time, shivering and bursting into flames, out of my mind and completely clear.  It was like he was awakening every good feeling I’d ever had, every hope I’d ever given up on, every need I’d ever been afraid to admit, every desire I’d ever denied myself.

The way he was playing with my body and the feelings he was stirring inside of me physically, were too primal, too strong to be tamped down. For the first time in my whole life, I felt alive.

Colt stared into my eyes, pushing my hair back from my face.

 ‘“Olivia,” he breathed, and ran his hand up the side of my body, his fingers intertwining with mine as he crushed his mouth against mine, his stubble rubbing against my chin, his tongue slipping past my lips, gentle this time.  “Are you sure?” he whispered, his eyes filled with want.

I nodded and a second later I felt him press inside of me in one gentle stroke, pushing past my resistance.  There was a sharp sting of pain and I cried out in surprise, but he silenced me with another kiss, keeping his mouth on mine, his tongue moving rhythmically in my mouth as he began moving inside of me slowly, getting me used to his cock.

His breathing deepened, and mine did too as our bodies fell into a rhythm as he fucked me.  He was so slow, so gentle, so tender as he broke me in.

The stinging pain began to fade to a dull throb, and then the dull throb began to be replaced with a deep pleasure, one that seemed to start in my pussy and move through my body, spreading out from my belly into my limbs.

He began to quicken his pace, to pump his hips into me faster, and he took his lips from mine and propped himself above me.

I looked down to see him disappearing inside of me, his cock buried inside of me as our bodies became one.  He was so big, so thick and hard, and I was shocked that I was seemingly able to take all of him.

“You.  Are.  So. Fucking.  Tight,” Colt groaned as he pumped into me, faster and faster.

I could feel that same feeling coming over me, the same unstoppable feeling I’d had when he was kissing me on my pussy, and when he lowered his mouth to my nipple, sucking my tit into his mouth with an audible suckling sound, I felt my body get pushed over the edge.

I came, the sensation indescribable, the pleasure so exhilarating and unbelievable that I almost felt as if I couldn’t be happening to me.

“Look at me,” Colt groaned.  “Let me see you when you come.”

I moved my eyes to his, and just when I thought the waves of pleasure were done rolling through me, they started again, twisting through my body, radiating from my core, taking over my body, shattering me into a million pieces.

“Shit,” Colt said.  “I’m going to come inside you, baby.  You’re so fucking tight.  I can’t help it.”

He pumped harder and harder, his hands skimming down my sides, over my hips until he cupped my ass and pulled me into him so he could get deeper inside of me.

I felt him convulse on top of me, and then I felt him explode in my pussy, warming me with his come, filling me, making me his.

When he was done he collapsed on top of me.  I ran my hands up his back, enjoying the feel of him still inside of me as I ran my hands over the chiseled muscles of his back, up the back of his neck and through his hair.

He pulled out of me slowly, then laid next to me on the couch.

I swallowed, the adrenaline slowly dissipating, the intensity and meaning of what I’d done finally beginning to hit me.

Colt turned over and propped himself up on his elbow.

He reached out and grabbed a strand of my hair, began absent-mindedly turning it over in his fingers.  I couldn’t tell from his expression what he was thinking.  Had he liked it?  Had it been as good for him as it was for me?  Had I been enough for him.

I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but I was afraid.

 “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded.  “Yes.”

“Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head.  “No.  Not too much.”

We lay there for a long moment, not saying anything, our legs tangled in each other, Colt’s fingertips brushing softly over my lower belly.

There was knock on the door, and Colt jumped off of the couch, rushing to put his clothes on.

I followed suit.

“Colt,” Jessa called from the other side of the door.  “The door’s locked.”

“Yeah,” he said.  “I’m coming.”