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Forty-Seven

Nate

I did it.

I told her about where I’d been when Finley had first found me. I’d seen no disgust or embarrassment in her eyes, heard no pity in her voice. Maybe soon, I could tell her the rest of the story. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I had other plans in mind.

Specifically, fulfilling a promise I’d made her regarding another virginity I wanted to take. This one required a little more prep than a condom and foreplay, which was why she’d taken longer in the shower, following instructions I’d given her, while I’d gone straight from my shower to the playroom to set out what we’d need so there’d be no fumbling around.

Now, I took a few seconds to admire her curves. She was stretched out on her stomach, cheek resting on a pillow that her arms wrapped around. Her hair was braided and out of the way, giving me an unobstructed view of her back and down to her ass. As if she could feel where my gaze rested, her entire body tensed.

“I’m going to help you relax,” I said as I climbed on the bed, straddling her thighs without putting any of my weight on her. I put some sandalwood-scented lotion on my hands, rubbing them together until everything was comfortably warm.

The moment my hands moved to her shoulders, my thumbs digging into the tight muscles, she moaned, and my cock twitched in interest. I was already half-hard from the sight of her and the anticipation of what we were going to do. If she kept this up, I was going to end up reciting football stats or something like that to keep myself from coming before I was inside her.

I made my way down her arms, then to the small of her back, my thumbs working their way up her spine to her shoulders. I continued the circular path, not rushing, not thinking about anything but taking care of each and every knot. Once her back was done, I moved my hands lower, going over her ass to her thighs and calves. I lingered at her feet, enjoying every sensual sound she made as I paid attention to every stress point I’d learned.

A couple years ago, Club Privé had offered workshops on a variety of different things that people could do with or to their partners. One of those had been a massage therapy class. I’d used some of the techniques before, but none of those times had been even half as enjoyable as this.

When I was satisfied that she was thoroughly relaxed, I leaned over her and kissed her shoulder. “If it’s too much, say the word, and I’ll stop.”

She nodded, smiling up at me in that dazed sort of way that told me she was deep inside that part of her head commonly referred to as subspace. She’d use her safe word if she needed it, but she wasn’t going to panic at the first touch or twinge. Perfect.

Now for step two. Orgasms.

I didn’t speak as I maneuvered us both around until I could get my head under her. I wrapped my hands around her thighs as I pulled her down onto my face. She gasped as my tongue teased her clit, hips jerking but kept in place. Back and forth, then circling before sliding along her folds until I came to her entrance.

I dipped inside, dragging the gathering moisture out and to her clit. I kept the rhythm slow and steady, easing her toward a climax that rolled over her like a wave. I held off as she came, letting her experience the pleasure without additional sensation. I needed her relaxed, not overwhelmed.

That would come later.

Forty-Eight

Ashlee

The second orgasm left my limbs limp and my breathing ragged. It wasn’t too much, but it was enough that I could’ve gone to sleep right then and there if I hadn’t known we weren’t done yet.

As I came down, Nate moved me so that I was flat on the bed again, facedown so that my nipples rubbed pleasantly against the soft cotton sheets. The scent of sandalwood filled the air again, subtle enough to be enjoyed without being overpowering. When his finger ran down between my cheeks, I felt the slick of what I assumed was lube and knew it was time.

A few rogue butterflies fluttered in my stomach, but it was easy to ignore them and concentrate on what he was doing. The tip of his finger rubbed across that ring of muscle, like he’d done before, and the familiarity helped me not to tense up when he applied pressure.

He ran his other hand up my spine and back down again in a smooth, soothing motion, knowing exactly how to help me as his finger breached my ass deeper and thicker than before. The stretch and burn made me moan, my body not quite accustomed to the feeling…but not totally against it either.

“Breathe through it.” His voice was gentler than I’d expected, slipping over my skin even as he moved his finger in and out, twisting it as he went. “Remember how it felt, the first time I spanked you? The way you weren’t sure if you liked it or not? If you even should like it?”

His words struck something inside me, something that neither of us had put in such blunt terms before. The way the things we did could cause such conflicting emotions.

A second finger joined the first, and the sound I made was halfway between a cry and a groan, the intensity of sensation increasing. I squirmed but didn’t go anywhere, my determination to make him proud of me greater than the strange discomfort that I knew would eventually feel good. He didn’t have to tell me that much; I knew he wouldn’t do anything that wouldn’t eventually bring me pleasure.

“Ready?” He kissed the small of my back.

“If you say so.” I hoped my nerves weren’t as evident to him as they were to me.

I shivered as he removed his fingers, but the hand he kept stroking up and down my back grounded me. How he managed to open a condom wrapper and put the condom on with one hand, I didn’t know, but he must’ve done it because I could feel the cool latex as he pressed the head of his cock where his fingers had just been.

My eyelids fluttered as he eased forward, slowly opening me, stretching me. He muttered a curse, and his fingers dug into my hip.

“Right there with you.” I barely managed to get the words out, but they seemed important to say.

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