Page 331 of Small Town Firsts

Hesitantly, I roll to my side and reach out, pressing my hand to the bulge straining against the front of his boxers. He jerks beneath my touch and I grin, delighting in the knowledge that I affect him just as much as he does me.

"Take off your boxers."

"You do it," he challenges.

If he thinks I'm going to back down, he's wrong. I've set my mind to this; I'm ready, and I want to know how he feels inside of me. God knows, he's already found his way into my heart.

I move so that I'm between his knees and begin working the material down to his feet. He takes over from here, kicking his boxers off and onto the floor.

I knew he was large, but seeing it face-to-face is a whole new experience. My eyes widen with trepidation as I ask, "Are you sure it'll fit?"

"Like a fucking glove, baby."

"Can I kiss it?"

He chuffs out a laugh. "Again, you never have to ask to put any part of your body on mine. You have carte blanche when it comes to me."

I nibble on my lower lip as I lean forward. Gingerly, I flick my tongue against the tip of his dick, and he shudders as an animalistic groan spills from his lips.

Feeling emboldened by his response, I lean down and suck the crown into my mouth, sucking softly.

"Fuck. A little harder."

I follow his guidance, sucking harder.

"Now move your lips down my cock, baby."

Again, I do as he says, causing his hips to flex and a myriad of curses to fall from his lips.

"So good, Emmy. So. Fucking. Good. I love that mouth."

Internally, I grin, beyond pleased with myself.

Somehow, even while he's the one getting pleasure, Sterling takes great care to make sure I know I'm the one in control.

That notion spurs me on and turns me on as I add my hand into the mix, fondling his balls.

"Baby, you gotta stop," he croaks out.

Immediately, I worry I've done something wrong and scramble away from him. "Are you okay?" I ask, uncertainty lacing my tone.

"I'm more than okay, but if we don't stop now, I'm gonna finish in your pretty little mouth."

"Oh." My cheeks flame as his meaning sinks in. "Right. Okay. How do you want to do this?" I ask, immediately regretting it when I realize how completely idiotic I sound.

Sterling just smiles though. "Any way you want. What do you think you'll be most comfortable with?"

I think on it for a minute. “Can I be on top?”

"Baby, are you asking if you can ride me?"

"Um." I shift nervously. "I guess so."

"Go for it, cowgirl."

His joke, while cheesy, is precisely what I need to relax. I don’t know how, but this man always seems to know the exact right way to ease my anxiety.

"Do you have a…a condom?" I ask.

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