Page 16 of Wet Paint

He moved to the other breast, and I thought I was going to explode. Then his hand was between my legs, rubbing me through my jeans. “You’re soaked,” he murmured.

“Will,” I sighed, my voice shaky. “Please…”

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, taking my panties with them. I lifted my hips, letting him slide them off my legs and onto the floor.

“Lean back, Ivy,” he ordered. There was lust in his eyes, in his voice.

I placed one hand behind me in the table and leaned back, giving him all the access he needed. He knelt in front of me, and kissed my thighs, inching closer and closer, until his mouth was on my pussy. I arched my back and cried out, my hand in his hair, holding him there. His tongue moved slowly at first, teasing me, but soon he was going faster, sucking gently at my clit, then harder, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“So fucking sweet,” he muttered, licking through my folds before he flicked his tongue against my clit again.

“Will, oh God!” I pulled at his hair again, pushing his face more against me. I wanted him to stay right there forever. Wanted him to make me come over and over again.

Funnily enough, I never wanted a man down there before. Never did I come across a guy and think,huh, I want that man’s mouth on my pussy.

No, that thought only ever occurred with Will on my mind.

I do, however, use my vibrator every other day. Whenever I felt like it. And whenever I dreamed about Will being the one making me come.

It was really happening now, and I almost couldn’t think straight.

I also never had sex.

Wasn’t sure how to tell him that, but all of this was definitely going in that direction.

I still had time to tell him. To prepare him.

I was ready, though.

So fucking ready.

A few more flicks of his tongue, and I came. My whole body tensed, then relaxed all at once.

“Fuuuck,” Will growled as he stood up. He moved his hands along my thighs and leaned in to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips.

“Will,” I said, breathless. “I need more.”

He chuckled, giving me another kiss before moving back slightly. “You sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

I watched as he unbuckled his belt, his jeans falling to the ground. His boxers were still on, and my eyes dropped to the large bulge in them.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel as confident anymore. Would it fit?

God, yes, it had to. I had sex-ed in high school, and I knew a thing or two about sex. It would fit. He would just have to go slow.

“So uh…” I started, laughing nervously. “There’s something I need to tell you."

He raised a brow, his hand cupping his cock through his boxers. “What’s that?”

“I…” I swallowed hard, watching as his cock hardened under his touch. “I’ve never…you know. I’m a virgin but I totally want this.”

He looked worried for a second, but it vanished shortly after. There was a flash of possessiveness in his eyes. Challenge. Excitement. “No man has ever been inside you?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He moved one hand to my inner thigh, caressing my skin gently until his fingertips touched my clit again. “And you want me to be your first?”

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