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Oh, yeah. “I want to watch your face as I slide inside you. I’m going to do it nice and slow, and I want you to keep your eyes open the whole time.”
She nods, but doesn’t ask questions. It seems she’s game for anything. Judging from her list, maybe that’s true.
I ease myself back down, nestling the head of my cock into her slick folds. How does that saying go?
Just the tip.
That’s it, and she seems to love it. Her hands clutch at my back, trying to draw me deeper, but I’m determined to take my time. I pull back just a little, hesitating there long enough to watch her forehead crease with urgency.
“Please,” she murmurs, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I slide deeper this time, slipping the head of my cock all the way inside her. She arches up to meet me, legs twining around the backs of my thighs. Again, she tries to pull me deeper.
This time I let her. Two inches this time, give or take.
“Keep your eyes open,” I urge, holding myself steady. “I want to watch as I slide all the way inside you.”
“Okay,” she whispers, and I get the sense she’d agree to damn near anything at this point.
I draw back, taking my time, hesitating right there with the head of my cock at her opening.
“Do it!” she gasps.
This time, I comply.
I drive in deep, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, and for a second I think I’ve hurt her. But her ankles are locked tight behind my thighs and she’s thrusting her pelvis up to take me in. Her eyes are wide and liquid, and I lean down to kiss the column of her throat so she arches up.
She smells sweet—like honey and cloves—and her dark hair curls around the edges of her ears.
I start to move with a steadier rhythm then, thrusting slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. She doesn’t lie passively beneath me. She fucks back, reaching up to grab the slats of the headboard for leverage. It looks like it’s made out of some sort of recycled barn wood, and I focus on that to keep from blowing my load too soon. This girl is driving me mad, and I’m starting to feel lightheaded.
The next words out of her mouth nearly send me over the brink. “I’m close,” she gasps.
Her hips start to rise, and I drive into her harder. I can’t believe she’s coming this quickly. I can’t believe I am. None of this is what I expected.
I feel her break beneath me and her eyes go wide again.
“Oh, Jesus, yes!” she screams, letting go of the headboard to rake her nails down my back.
That’s enough to tip me over the edge, and when the first wave hits me, something grabs hold of me and pulls me under. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I drive into her again and again. Her sex grips me tightly, milking me dry, as I groan and thrust and come my brains out inside her.
When we’ve both caught our breath, I roll to the side and pull her against my chest. Her heart is beating fast, but her eyes are closed. I wonder what she’s thinking.
Then her eyelids flutter open. “Well,” she says and grins up at me. “Looks like we managed to tick one thing off the Fucket List and one thing off the extra-credit list.”
“There’s an extra-credit list?”
“I just made that up in my mind.” She grins, and I get the sense Cassie and I were a lot alike in high school. That we were both the geeky, hyper-focused student intent on getting one straight A after another. I never imagined those qualities would translate to sexual compatibility, but whatever.
“What’s on the Sextra Credit list?” I ask, making her giggle again.
“G-spot orgasm.” She blushes a little when she says it, and I feel an unexpected swell of pride.
“No kidding?” I grin and brush a sweaty strand of hair off her forehead. “I wasn’t even trying for that one.”
“Me neither. You must’ve had the angle just right.”
Something about her words embolden me. Or maybe it’s Cassie herself. Or maybe I’ve just gone crazy. That’s the only excuse for the next words out of my mouth.
