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“Tse?”

“What, darlin’?”

“I want…”

“What do you want?”

I’m almost holding my breath for the answer.To get dressed again? To stop? To go into Drew’s room?

“I don’t know,” she wails.

“Trust me?”

A delay, then a soft, “Yes.”

While my impulse is to pick her up and throw her on the bed, mindful her recent and probably only experience of sex was watching it performed with violence, I still my baser instincts. Raising my head, I take her hand, and help her down onto the bed. Gently I push her, applying a little pressure until she’s lying on her back.

“Now, where was I?” I murmur, before returning to worshipping her breasts once again.

When she’s writhing beneath me, slowly, very carefully, I lower my body over hers, keeping my weight on one arm. I see the moment she feels my hardness, her eyes widening.

“That’s what you do to me, darlin’. What you’ve done to me from the start. That first moment when you rode on my bike? I was rock hard.”

I’m not expecting her to say anything at all, but she raises her hand to my cheek and cups her palm around it. “What you’re doing to me now. It makes me feel like I did, when I rode behind you on your bike.”

I can’t help it. I grin, knowing it’s probably too lecherous, but there’s nothing I can do to gentle my expression. “Want me to make you feel even better?”

Her eyes flare, then look down to our joined hips. She bites her lip.

“He’s going to stay zipped up. This is all for you, darlin’.” I stay still, not making a move until she relaxes.

Eventually she does, giving a tentative nod.

“Going to take your pants off,” I warn her, again giving her a chance to protest. She doesn’t. Keeping my movements steady as though trying to coax a scared puppy, I inch my way down the bed. My eyes fixed on hers, my hands slowly pop the button and undo the zip of the loose slacks she’s wearing. Then shuffling down again, I pull them right off, leaving her in her underwear.I risk a glance down; the material is soaked. I suppress my lascivious grin, not wanting my obvious hunger to scare her.

Desiring to take this slowly, I move up her body again, my lips falling on hers. She meets me, her mouth melding with mine. Her tongue coming out, not just receiving but giving. When her arms come around my neck, I move my hand down, softly smoothing across her belly. She tenses when I get to her panties, so I don’t explore inside, just let my fingers trace the material down, feeling her already swollen clit through the cotton.

Going rigid, her eyes are wide, her mouth opens in an O as I gently rub it. She squirms against my touch, her features contorting as though she wants more, but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

It’s then I move the flimsy material aside, feeling the satin of her skin for the first time. Our foreplay has already excited her, my fingers doing their job ramps up her arousal. Soft moans are coming out of her mouth, but I doubt she knows she’s making them. Reading the signs, feeling her skin rippling, her thigh muscles trying to strangle my hand, I know she’s close.

Twisting my hand, I leave my thumb on her clit, and slip a finger inside her, when she pushes against me, I add another, then curl them around. When I reach the right spot an almost indescribable sound reaches my ears, a cross between a surprised squeak and a gasp.Fuck, the power I feel. I’m the first man who’s done this to her.

It doesn’t take long. Now her moans turn to keening, so I apply more pressure, her muscles tense more, she takes in a breath and holds it, then tries to curl her body up as she comes with a scream.

I keep rubbing that clit, trying to extend her first orgasm given by a man. Then when an evasive twitch tells me she’s had enough and has become too sensitive, I remove my hand, bringit triumphantly to my mouth, and lick her sweet cream off my fingers.

Breathing heavily, she watches, her eyes once again showing her surprise as I lick each digit clean.

Chapter 38

Mariana

As I watch him licking his fingers, relishing the taste of me as though nothing could be sweeter, I feel my heart rate returning to normal, and a giggle escapes my mouth. Then, suddenly, I’m laughing. I throw my head back as my whole body shakes with mirth.

“Well, that’s unusual,” he grins down. “Not had that reaction before.” My laughter must be infectious, as he’s laughing too.

“It’s just… it’s….” I can barely speak. “When I came to your room, I didn’t expect this. Didn’t want it. Didn’t think you’d…”

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