Page 108 of Practice Makes Perfect
I pull his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement, my breath catching as his erection springs free. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before—I have, multiple times during our “lessons”—but knowing where it’s going makes it seem somehow bigger.
“Lay back,” I instruct, nudging him.
“Wait. Condom,” he says, digging one out of his wallet and sliding it on.
Only then does he comply, scooting back on the bed and lying down, his cock jutting up toward his stomach. I take a moment to appreciate the sight of him—all tanned skin and defined muscles, watching me with those intense green eyes.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs. When I straighten, I’m completely naked before him, and despite all our previous encounters, this feels monumental.
“Come here,” he says, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear.
I crawl onto the bed and over him, my hair falling around us like a curtain as I lean down to kiss him. His hands find my hips, guiding me to straddle him properly. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, hot and insistent.
“Are you sure?” he asks, searching my face.
In answer, I reach between us and position him at my entrance. I’m already wet—have been since dinner, if I’m honest with myself—so slowly, carefully, I begin to lower myself onto him.
There’s resistance, then a slight pinching sensation that makes me wince. I pause, taking a deep breath.
“You okay?” Concern immediately fills his expression.
“Yeah.” I nod, determined. “Just… give me a second.”
He strokes my thighs soothingly, waiting with a patience that makes my heart swell, even though I feel him trembling with barely contained desire beneath me. The fact that he doesn’t just charge ahead makes me want this—him—even more.
I adjust my position slightly, then sink down further. This time, he slides in more easily, the discomfort giving way to a warm, full sensation that steals my breath.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as I settle fully onto him, taking him completely inside me. It’s overwhelming—not just physically, but emotionally.
This is happening.
I’m having sex.
With Linc.
And it feels… right.
“You feel amazing,” he says, his hands stroking up my sides to cup my breasts. “So fucking good.”
I brace my hands on his chest and experimentally lift myself up, then sink back down. The sensation makes us both gasp. I do it again, finding a slow rhythm that builds pleasure with each movement.
“Is this—am I doing it right?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
Linc’s laugh is strained with pleasure. “Trust me, this could never be wrong…”
Encouraged, I pick up the pace, rolling my hips in a way that has him hitting a spot inside me that sends shivers up my spine. His hands roam everywhere—my breasts, my hips, my ass—as if he can’t decide where to touch me first.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes locked on mine. “Riding me like you were born for it.”
His words send a thrill through me, and I feel myself getting even wetter around him. I’ve never felt so powerful, so completely in command of my own pleasure and someone else’s.
A fresh wave of boldness washes over me. “I want to try something,” I say, lifting myself off him.
“Anything,” he agrees immediately, his cock glistening with my arousal.
I turn around, presenting my back to him, and position myself over him again. “I’ve been waiting so long, I can’t possibly only try one flavor.”
His laugh turns into a groan as I sink back down onto him, facing away this time. The angle is completely different, and I gasp as he seems to go even deeper than I ever thought possible.
