Page 60 of I Saw Her First

Holy shit.

I’ve never heard him so bossy, but it’s really working for me. The stern, demanding tone of his voice is the opposite of his usual calm, kind nature. Is this what he’ll be like when we have sex? God, I hope so. The thought of taking orders from Weston in bed has me squirming, delirious with need.

And before I know what I’m doing, I answer, “Okay.”

25

Weston

Daisy leans across her bed to her nightstand, digging through the drawer for a moment. When she turns back to me, she’s holding a purple vibrator, about five inches long, covered in a soft silicone material.

“I, um, use this,” she mumbles, her cheeks streaked pink.

I take the device from her, examining it. When I twist the end, it vibrates in my hand, and the more I twist it, the faster it goes.

I look at Daisy spread out on her back across her bed, and I can’t help but toss the toy aside and lower myself over her, taking her mouth again. My hands disappear into her chocolate hair, twisting in the strands, and she lets out a quiet moan as our tongues collide. The sound sends blood rushing to my cock, and I press my hips against her, pinning her to the mattress. This draws a needy whimper from her throat, and her tongue laps more greedily against mine.

I nudge the strap of her dress from her shoulder, trailing my mouth over the freckled skin. Her hands grasp my hair, and I lift myself off her so I can tug her dress over her head, needing tofeel more of her. She’s wearing red lacy panties with a matching bra, and it takes all my strength not to pull them off, too.

I lower myself down and her legs wrap around me, inviting me closer. When I press my stiff cock into the heat of her core, I release a moan of satisfaction. I’m so fucking desperate to bury myself inside her, but I won’t. Not tonight. I don’t want to rush, because I know that when Daisy and I do eventually cross that line, there’ll be no going back for me. I’ve thought about this a lot since I nearly devoured her on my kitchen island last night, and I can’t let myself get carried away again, as much as I might want to. Daisy is the only woman I’ve ever wanted—trulywanted—besides Lydia, and I need to make sure I’m ready to make that commitment again. More to the point, I need to make sureDaisyis ready for that kind of commitment. This will be her first time, and I sure as hell won’t take that for granted. I know she says she wants this, but we both need to be sure.

Completely sure.

I force myself to slow down, breaking our kiss as I reach for the vibrator, passing it to her.

“Show me what you’d do if I wasn’t here,” I grate out, peeling myself from her soft, hot skin with what can only be described as Herculean effort.

She looks up at me with dark eyes, her lips red and raw. Swallowing hard, she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra, not taking her gaze from me.

Fuck, I forgot how perfect her breasts are, her nipples tight rosy buds, begging for my mouth. I stare at them, my cock a rigid pole in my jeans, but I don’t touch her.

Jesus Christ. I deserve a freaking medal.

“I do this,” she whispers, switching on her vibrator and brushing it over her nipple. She jolts at the sensation, a gasp of pleasure escaping her mouth. I ball my fists at my side so I don’ttake over, watching as she teases her nipples, thighs pressed together.

I need to see more. I need to see her make herself come so that when I get home tonight and furiously jerk off, I can picture her pleasuring herself.

“Take your panties off,” I growl. “Show me that pretty pussy.”

Her eyebrows spring up her forehead.

Shit, I don’t know what’s come over me, speaking to her like this. I feel crazed, having her here and trying to hold back. I’m behaving like an animal.

“I’m sorry, Daisy,” I mutter, hanging my head in shame. “I shouldn’t talk to you like that.”

“No,” she breathes, cheeks pink as her dark eyes bore into mine. “I… I like it.”

Nowmybrows shoot up. “You like me telling you what to do?”

She swallows, nodding. “And… the other thing.”

“The other thing?”

“The… dirty talk.”

Oh, fuck.

I press my eyes shut in agony. How the hell am I going to survive this without jumping her? What if I don’t have the strength?

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