Originally, when Caitlyn had set her mind on losing her virginity, it had been a decision made with her mind. It was a matter of fact that happened in every girl’s life at one point. She figured if she got it over with, it would no
longer be such a big deal in hers. Not once did she take
into account that she could ever want it this much, and
she was so glad she’d found this man.
She didn’t even want to think about the experience of
losing her virginity in the cold, calculated way she’d
planned. She only wanted Danny.

His mouth suckled her neck, his palm pressed
against her nipple, turning and twisting it, bringing it to
a frantic peak. His other hand held her back firm, held
her against him. When he brought his mouth away from
hers, he sat back again, skimming his palms over the bare
skin of her abdomen toward the front clasp on the lacy
bra.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

Fingers trembling, Danny reached for the clasp. He
couldn’t remember another time a woman had made him
this nervous, this excited or this hard either, for that
matter. He flicked the clasp, moved with care when he
pushed the soft lace to each side and bared her breasts to
his view, his touch.
His stomach twisted and dropped, his heart
stuttered. She was perfect. Her round, soft breasts werecrowned with dusky peach nipples, already hard and pebbled.

“I’m going to lick you now, Caitlyn.” He brought his
head right to her breast and stopped. He blew on the
nipple, and she shivered. He looked up into her gaze.
“Then I’m going to suck on you.”

They both swallowed at his erotic words of promise
and firm tone. Danny framed one nipple with his hands,
squeezed her breast gently, and licked the full length of
her, from one edge of the areola over the nipple to the
other edge. He moved slow and savored every ounce of
flesh, tasted her and committed the flavor to memory.
He laved the tip again, blew on it and loved it when
she squirmed beneath him, even though it made him
crazy when she pressed her pussy against his cock. He
knew she’d be so wet, by now dripping. If he dared take
off her panties, his tongue would find her so hot and ready
he’d probably come in his jeans.

Like he promised, he sucked the nipple between his
lips, only the tip. He flicked it with his tongue several
times, and ran his hands over the smooth skin of herwaist, resting on her hips. He made the movement again
and again until she cried out and clamped her hands
down hard onto his shoulders. Her dainty nails biting into
the skin.

“More, Danny. I need more.”

He cupped the other breast, ran his thumb over the
nipple, back and forth, then pinched it with measured
strength while he sucked the first one deeper into his
mouth. He sucked harder, and his passions would not
abate. Instead he found them growing to dangerous
proportions.

He wanted to touch her pussy. Wanted to slip his
finger deep inside her, feel the walls of her sex close
around him. The ache in his cock grew, intensified to the
point of pain. If he didn’t find release now on his own, he’d
fuck her hard and long on his sofa right this very minute.

It was with great pain that he pulled his mouth away from her. His breath came hard and fast. He looked down
at her nipple, glistening from where his mouth had been,
and he felt the beginning contraction of an orgasm hit
him.

“Oh fuck! Darlin’ I’ll be right back.”

He did the only thing he could think of, he ran for the
snow.