Fiona’s fingers faltered for a moment as she reached for the knot on his trousers. The material felt expensive, smooth under her fingers. She loosened the knot slowly and carefully. She felt his eyes on her, watching closely, which made her feel a little nervous. The knot came undone, and the fabric opened slightly as she pulled the ends free. She took a quick breath as she saw the white linen of his underwear underneath. She could clearly see his cock pressing against the thin fabric, and her heart started to beat fast in response.
She glanced up, just for a moment, her eyes meeting his. They didn’t need to say anything. His expression was unreadable, but she could feel the desire in his body. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, the fabric warm from his skin as she eased it down. His penis sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already flushed with arousal. She exhaled softly, the sound barely audible, as she took in the sight of him.
Without looking away, she leaned in.
Her lips barely touched the tip of his penis, soft as a whisper. Edward gasped, his fingers gripping the edge of the wall, but he didn’t move or say anything. Fiona took that as a yes. She stuck her tongue out, tracing the edge of his head, tasting the saltiness, which made her mouth water. She heard him gasp, saw his throat move as he swallowed, and it excited her.
This would be her first time. She had never touched nor seen another man, but she had fully decided that Edward would be her first. She was obviously not used to this, yet she pressed on. She was a girl, after all, and she had friends who had done such with their partners before, sharing their experiences and what little knowledge they had with her.
After, she took him into her mouth.
She opened her lips, her tongue cradling the underside of his cock as she went down, her cheeks sinking in as she made a tight seal. She used her hands, one wrapping around the base of his penis, her fingers almost touching as she held him, the other cupping his balls, gently rolling them in her palm. She moved slowly at first, her mouth gliding up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the head before going back down. The sounds she made were obscene—wet, hungry noises that filled the quiet room, the slick slide of her lips against his skin.
"Master, am I doing it right?" she whispered, her voice husky, her lips still around him. The words vibrated against his skin, and she felt his penis twitch in response.
Edward didn’t answer. His silence was the confirmation she needed to keep going.
SLURP~~~ GLURP~~ GLURP!
Fiona worked harder, her mouth moving with more passion. She took him deeper, her throat opening, stopping herself from gagging. Her hands moved together—one stroking the base of his penis as she sucked, the other massaging the skin behind his balls, her fingertips pressing just enough to make him groan. He started breathing faster, his chest rising and falling, his fingers finally leaving the wall to grab her hair.
She moaned around him, the sound muffled but clear, her eyes never leaving his. The feeling of her throat moving made him shudder, his hips twitching forward, wanting more. Fiona gave it to him willingly, her submission absolute. She let him guide her, let him set the pace as his grip tightened, his fingers twisting in her hair as he began to fuck her mouth.
The room filled with the sounds of their desire—his rough breaths, the wet sound of her mouth, the occasional noise from her throat as he pushed deeper. Fiona’s eyes watered, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she sucked harder, her tongue working the underside of his cock as she swallowed, her throat fluttering. Her hands were everywhere—stroking, squeezing, teasing—her touch both gentle and demanding.
Edward was losing control. She could feel it in his tense muscles, in his sharp breaths. His moans were low, coming deep from his chest as she pleased him with her mouth, her body only focused on his pleasure. His hips moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and Fiona took it all, her lips stretched around him, her saliva dripping down her chin.
She could taste him now—the salt of his skin, the smell of his arousal, the slight taste of pre-cum on her tongue. Her own body ached with need, her thighs pressing together as she knelt before him, but she ignored it. This wasn’t about her. It was about him, about his breath catching when she swirled her tongue just right, about his fingers clenching in her hair when she took him deep into her throat.
His cock throbbed against her tongue, his heartbeat echoing in her mouth. She knew he was close. She could feel it in his tense body, in his stuttering breath. Fiona went all in, her mouth moving faster, her hands working perfectly together, her only focus on making him come.
And then he came.
He let out a growl, his penis pulsing hard as he came in her mouth. Fiona swallowed, her throat working as she took everything, her eyes locked on his. His grip on her hair was tight, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, but she didn’t move. She stayed right there, her lips sealed around him, her tongue licking at the head as the last of his cum dripped onto her tongue.
Slowly, his breath calmed. His fingers loosened in her hair, his body relaxing. But Fiona didn’t move. She stayed on her knees, her lips still touching his softening penis, her hands resting lightly on his thighs.
Fiona’s gaze never wavered. She waited, her body still, her breath even. She was his to command, her submission absolute. And she would stay there, kneeling in the firelight, until he told her otherwise.
As Edward’s breath steadies, he gently pulls Fiona to her feet.
"Look at me," Edward finally said, his voice rough but low, a stark contrast to the intimacy sounds that had filled the room moments before. He cupped her face gently, his thumbs tracing the curve of her cheekbones. It was a surprisingly tender gesture after the raw intensity that happened.
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A/N: The first smut scene of this novel, when writing this scene, I contemplated whether I should post it or not, after all, action is the main focus of my story, but still, it doesn’t mean Edward won’t live a desirable life.
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