Buttercup by Sienna Mynx Page B

between. He forced her down and back, her knees bending as she complied. She looked up at him in the darkness, breathless. He said he was twenty or so, but she guessed him no more than 18 like her. His damp hair curled on his brow.
    His eyes, however, were different. The lustful luminous and desire had darkened the blues, making them akin to midnight.

    Della shivered. She wasn’t afraid, not really. She’d done it before, or thought she had. She let a townie boy stick it in because she was curious, bored, and possibly both. But that wasn’t what she saw in his eyes. He wanted something from her that she wasn’t exactly sure how to give. She wouldn’t tell him though. She’d seen Lady Joyce with Townies and Tiny too, hearing her squeals and moans. She had seen her bounce her big ass on Tiny until he disappeared under her, save for his little feet. What more was there to it than that?
    He shed his wet clothes, pulling down his suspenders, dropping his knickers, and undoing and casting aside his shirt. Parting her legs, she lay perfectly still and waited. He was on her in an instant. His mouth again found her neck. He rained hot needy kisses down her throat, nuzzling his nose into her neck. First kisses, then his tongue. He drew his tongue over her flesh and down to her breasts. Most of all, he seemed fascinated with her breasts. Thank you, Lordie!
    Della moaned. Her head rolled back, and she relished the dangerously erotic flicking of his tongue. Painfully aroused, her nipples strained for attention and the comfort a good sucking would bring. He did, and she worked her burning desire up into his pelvis, knees dropping further apart. His flesh to her flesh with his mouth on her wasn't enough.
    She wanted more. She could feel the press of his cock. It so urgently pressed hard to the juncture between her thighs for entry, missing her wet opening in his haste. He grunted, locked his jaw, and put a hump in his back as he lifted off her to get the right angle for a strike. The invasion of his thick member caused her chest to heave. Della’s eyes flew open. Had she not been with a boy before, would she be as shocked by the tight pressure? This was different. He was wider than he was long, and that warm thickness stretched her beyond her imaginings. He shot his pelvis forward, and she moaned but wound her hips in response. He sank in to the hilt. A shudder ripped through them both. Silvio grunted, his speech stunted, but his hot mumblings were felt against her neck.

    “Are you a virgin?” he gasped.
    Should she lie? The question tore at her more than it should.
    Because in that moment she felt as one. She understood why Joyce never let her be ‘one of the girls’ and hated the fact that she rebelled. Before she could speak, he settled on the answer for himself and kissed her ever so gently between her brows. “I’ll be gentle,” he said, moving slowly. She stretched from his entry and adjusted. The pain dissolved into warm tingles. Her toes curled. Passion crawled through her body before she could rejoin the mating dance.
    “Do me,” Della said, growing impatient, moving beneath him. He was too tender and her body begged to be owned by him. There was more.
    She could tell, and she was desperate for it. She gyrated her hips and felt him sink warmly inside her, deeper than any cock had ever reached. Silvio looked down at her and something sparked between them, a new understanding. This was something that belonged to them, binding them.
    His thrusts became more demanding. He pumped his hips and went in and out with controlled energy. The more he gave the more she took.
    Tender cries escaped her throat. He dropped on her, holding to both edges of the cot, his cock now jerking violently for release. She hooked her legs around his waist and forced his strikes to go deeper.
    “Fuck!” he grunted. He must have thought he’d bottomed out, but she took him all in.
    “Ugh, yeah…yeah,” Silvio panted. He pumped hard and