Page 30 of Ranger’s Protection

"Still okay?" I ask.

"Yes. Just nervous."

"Don't be nervous. It's just me. And I'm going to make you feel so fucking good."

I unhook her bra and slide it off slowly. Her breasts are full and soft, her pink nipples already hard. I stare for a moment, taking in the sight of her half-naked beneath me.

"You're staring again," she whispers.

"Can't help it. You're perfect."

I lean down and take one nipple in my mouth. She cries out, her back arching off the bed, her hands flying to my hair. I suck gently, then harder when she moans and pulls me closer.

"Oh god," she gasps. "That feels… Oh!"

I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand kneads the first. She's writhing beneath me now, making the most incredible sounds, completely lost in the sensation.

"Graham, please. I need… I don't know what I need but please!"

"I know what you need, baby. I've got you."

I kiss my way down her stomach, taking my time, learning her body’s geography. When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I look up at her.

"Can I take these off?"

She nods frantically. "Yes. Please. Take them off."

I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs along with her shoes. She's left in just plain white panties that match the bra, and I can see a damp patch forming at the center.

Fuck.

She's so wet already.

"Spread your legs for me," I tell her.

She does, her face flushed, her breathing ragged. I settle between her thighs, kissing the soft skin of her inner legs, working my way higher.

"What are you—" she starts.

"I'm going to taste you," I tell her. "Make you come with my mouth. Is that okay?"

"I've never, nobody's ever—"

"I know. But I want to. Want to make you feel good. Want to taste how wet you are for me."

She nods, beyond words now. I hook my fingers in her panties and slide them down slowly. Her pussy is bare, glistening wet, swollen with arousal. The most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen.

"Gorgeous," I murmur. "So wet for me already."

I lean in and lick a slow stripe up her center. She cries out, her hips bucking off the bed. I grip her thighs, holding her in place, and do it again.

"Oh god oh god oh god" she's chanting, her hands gripping the sheets.

I find her clit with my tongue and circle it slowly, learning what pressure she likes, what rhythm makes her moan loudest. When I suck it gently into my mouth, she nearly comes off the bed.

"Graham! I can't… It's too much—"

"You can take it, baby. Let me make you feel good."