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His hand skated over my skin, arm to neck to breast to…
“Oh,” I breathed as he ran a thumb back and forth over a nipple. Then tugged on it. He moved to the other, taking his time, which made no sense because he seemed so frantic a few moments ago.
The more he touched me, the more franticIbecame. I’d come from his mouth and fingers on my pussy, but my breasts hadn’t been in on the fun.
I had no idea they were this sensitive, that he could get me so close to another orgasm just from one hand touching me there.
His palm grazed my stomach before running over my, yup, red curls. I didn’t wax, only shaved and trimmed. “Definitely calling you Red from now on,” he murmured as his fingers slipped over my pussy.
“So fucking wet. Is that all for me?” he asked.
I nodded, not the least bit embarrassed, and arched my back. “I’m ready,” I said.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
“Cam,” I whined.
He slid two fingers into me. It was tight and it burned a little, it didn’t hurt. The opposite. It felt so, so good. My whimpers and moans filled the room and then he added another finger.
I was stretched so full.
“I’m ready,” I said again.
“Not yet.”
I gripped his arm and tried to pull him on top of me.
It didn’t work. Of course, it didn’t. He was too big. Too strong.
But he pulled out, hooked my hip and rolled us so he was on his back and I was over him.
He grinned and I stared down at him wide eyed. I never imagined doing it this way. I knew it was one of many options, but for my first time?
He was so strong, lifting me so I was up on my knees with one hand. The other gripped his dick and he lowered me down until he was notched right beneath me.
“Take your time.”
When he moved his hand, I slid down an inch and he gritted his teeth.
“Fuck, okay, um… shit. Take your time but I might die before I get all the way in. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Hefelt good. Stretching me open more than even his three fingers did. It didn’t hurt, though. In fact it felt so good that I lifted up just a little then dropped down.
Hard. Fast. Right onto his thighs.
“Oh!” He was so deep, I felt full. Crammed full.
My walls fluttered around him and I couldn’t believe I’d taken him all.
“Fuck!” he cried out, clenching the bedding in his fists. “Red, shit. You okay? That wasn’t taking your time.”
His jaw was clenched, his neck corded. Sweat dotted his brow and it looked like he was in pain. But based on how I felt, he probably felt just as good as me.
I’d done this. Me. The virgin who had no clue what to do.
“Do I–” I started to ask.
“Move any fucking way you want. I’m gonna love it.”
