CHAPTER EIGHTEEN #3
Not that I had a ton of tricks or positions up my sleeve, of course.
He cupped my breast with his big palm and tugged down the cup of my practical, no lace or frills, black bra, and pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking, then flicking it with his tongue.
My hips leapt off the mattress, grinding eagerly against him. He was just in his boxers at this point, having ditched his jeans downstairs.
As he continued to suck my nipple, I reached down into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his length again, stroking and rubbing my thumb over the crown. He hummed into my mouth as he thrust himself back and forth into my palm.
Not going to lie, a part of me kind of wanted him to come, just like this.
When he came the other night in his pants after going down on me, it was a huge turn-on. The fact that he was able to get that aroused just by giving head excited me. It made me feel desired and wanton. That giving me pleasure, tasting me, got him turned on enough to come.
To be fair, giving him head made me so freaking wet I was like a Slip ‘N Slide down there.
He moved over to the other breast and tugged the cup down before sucking that nipple into his mouth too. Slipping to the side of me a little, he allowed his free hand to trail down my torso, past my little belly pooch with the stretch marks, and beneath the waistband of my panties.
His gaze flicked up to mine when he found out how wet I was.
“That’s hot,” he murmured, taking my mouth again.
He rubbed my clit with two fingers, and my hips began to buck up and down. I broke our kisses several times just to gasp. Every time I did, he would grin at me.
I removed my hand from beneath his boxers and cupped the back of his neck. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Me either,” he replied.
Nodding, I leaned over and reached into the squat little nightstand that nearly touched my ceiling and pulled out one of the condoms that had slipped from my pocket the other night.
I handed it to him, and for half a second, he had this look on his face like he didn’t know what to do with it. Rolling onto his back, he tugged his boxers down, opened the condom packet, and rolled it on.
I shimmied out of my panties, unhooked my bra, and nibbled on my bottom lip.
He glanced up at me after he secured the condom at the base of his cock.
A shy smile caressed his lips, and the corners of his eyes crinkled a little.
“Would you believe I’m a little nervous?
” he asked, a slight shake in his voice.
I reached for him, and he covered me. “Do you want to do this?” I asked as he settled between my thighs.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything. I just don’t want to disappoint you or mess it up.” The sincerity on his face hit me hard in the chest, and I raked my nails through the short hair at the back of his head before pulling his mouth down to mine.
He kissed me sweetly for a moment, the crown of his cock nestled right at my opening.
Breaking the kiss, he lifted his head. “Thank you for … being my first,” he said, a rush of color filling his cheeks.
I nodded as emotion tightened my throat. “Thank you for the honor.”
He lifted his hips a little and slowly slid inside. It’d been a while since I’d been with anyone, so there was definitely a stretch that had me seeing beautiful stars behind my closed eyes. I clung to him as he pressed his forehead to mine and continued to push forward.
Once he was fully seated, I opened my eyes to find him watching me.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“You can move you know. You won’t hurt me.”
He swallowed. “I … fuuuuuuuck …” He was coming.
Holy shit.
“Dammit,” he growled as his cock pulsed inside me. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I held him tighter as he rocked his hips a little, his orgasm making his body go rigid.
I lay there beneath him, not satisfied myself, but also kind of satisfied. I wanted him to come quick because it gave me a little high that he was just so aroused he couldn’t contain himself. Regardless of the way this went, I was so utterly happy for him. And for us.
He shuddered on top of me as the aftershocks of his climax rattled through his bones. A moment later, he lifted his head, his expression sheepish. “I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be,” I said again.
“That was not how I wanted it to go.”
“It’s okay.”
Groaning, he rolled off me, removed the condom and tied it at the end. “Can I go down on you until I can get it up again?”
I handed him a tissue so he could wrap the condom in it. “I mean … you were so good at it last time, I feel like I’d be punishing both of us if I said no.”
“It did make me come. But I shouldn’t have that problem this time.” His grin was small, as the color in his cheeks still conveyed some of his lingering embarrassment about coming so early. He slid down to the end of the bed and parted my legs, settling between them.
“I might taste like condom,” I said, glancing down at him.
“I don’t care. You still taste amazing.” Then he flicked his tongue over my clit, and my hips nearly hit the ceiling.