Page 81 of Fight Or Flight

“That sounds like a terrible idea.”

“It’s just…I…well, you’ve never done this before, have you?”

I feel my cheeks flame. Is it that noticeable?

Oh, God. I got so caught up in the pleasure, I didn’t stop to worry if I was doing something wrong.

“Is that a problem?” I croak.

He quickly shakes his head and relief washes over me, but my cheeks still feel like they are on fire.

“Fuck, no. I’m only bringing it up because I want you to be sure,” he explains. “I don’t want to hurt you or pressure you into doing something you’re not ready for.”

This boy—this not naked boy.

He has no idea how amazing he is.

He doesn’t know that he’s everything I need and everything I want.

That I don’t just want to give him my body, but my whole heart.

Every piece of my soul.

“I’m sure,” I whisper.

“It’s going to hurt,” he warns. “And you might bleed,” he adds, lowering one hand to my thigh. He gently caresses it as he stares back at me. “We’ll take it slow, yeah?”

“Okay.”

I can do slow.

“Brook.”

Slow and steady, just like his fingers.

“Hmm?”

“Can’t go slow if you keep riding my dick like that,” he hisses, closing his eyes. He’s probably right, but I can’t help myself. It feels too good. “Fuck, I’m going to lose it and I’m not even inside of you yet.”

Those words send chills down my spine and my legs start to tingle. I grip his shoulders and let my body move naturally. When it becomes too much, I stop. I lean back, hook my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and panties and start to push them down my hips. My efforts are wasted because Eric suddenly grabs me and rolls me onto my back. The pull-out couch squeaks at the movement, but we both ignore it as he drags the shorts and panties down my legs. His eyes travel up my legs and his hands find my knees. He glances up at me and I jerk my chin.

Take.

Take.

Take.

He pushes my knees apart and his gaze drops. Pulling in a sharp breath, he settles between my legs, his face looming over the part that aches for him and I hold my breath. I wait for the fear washing over me. For the doubt to creep into my mind. He kisses the inside of my thighs and then his cool tongue slides through my wetness.

Fear and doubt don’t exist where there’s trust.

Those things don’t have room to live where there is love.

The most delicious sounds come from the back of his throat as he laps at me. His tongue alternates between long strokes and quick flicks and my belly flutters as another orgasm nears. But before I can reach the point of no return, Eric tears his mouth away.

Climbing over me, he reaches across me and grabs a condom from the end table. I watch shamelessly as he tugs his shorts off. His cock springs out and for the first time I feel a sliver of unease creep into my being.

That thing is huge.

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