He slides a finger inside and I tighten around him, my body unused to the intrusion. He slides his finger out and in again as my muscles relax and allow him deeper without resistance. Two of his fingers are a stretch and he swears as I squirm, but it feels good. Pressure builds low in my core and explodes when he sucks my clit back between his lips and pumps into me with his fingers.
My hands fist into the bedspread as the orgasm tears through me. I’ve never come like that before. I’m not even sure I have come before if that’s what it’s supposed to feel like. “Boyd,” I pant, still catching my breath.
He moves up my torso and nuzzles my neck as he speaks.
“Was that better than okay?” he asks, clearly remembering that I’d once indicated to him that my experience with sex was classified as okay.
“Yeah,” I agree, my body still humming. “Definitely surpassed okay.”
“Better than Sex for Dummies?”
“Maybe.” A smile tugs at my lips.
“Maybe?” he questions, angling my chin towards him, his brow lifted in challenge. Have I mentioned how much I like his eyelashes?
“I don’t know if I can leave you a review yet. We haven’t finished.”
“Ah.” He nods. “So we should finish?”
“I’m definitely interested in finishing.” I nod quickly. “I hate to review something I haven’t finished.”
He grins and shoves back on his arms then stands. Wait. Where is he going? I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him walk naked over to his suitcase. He has a nice ass too. I make a mental note to touch it while I have the chance. He turns back to the bed with a strip of condoms in his hand and that sobers me right out of my sexual stupor. Because I forgot about protection altogether. In all my psyching myself out over this encounter I never once thought about protecting myself physically.
“I totally forgot,” I blurt out, eyeing the condoms.
“Don’t worry, safety girl, I remembered.” He tears one of the strip and tosses the rest aside. “I won’t knock you up and trap you.”
“Why would you want to trap me? That’s not even logical.”
“It is from where I’m standing,” he mutters as he tears the wrapper with his teeth and strokes himself, then straddles me on his knees and hands me the condom.
“Oh, I don’t do that.” I shake my head.
“You’re open to anal but rolling a condom on is outside of your comfort zone?” he deadpans.
“Shut up. And I already told you anal was off the table once I got a look at your dick.”
He pinches the end of the condom and places it against the head of his penis then takes my hand and moves it in place. I roll it over the length of him, alternating between watching what I’m doing and looking into his eyes. His never leave mine.
“Do you want me to do anything else?” I ask, but my voice is soft.
“Like what?” His lips curve into a small smile as he pushes me back against the bed and lies over me, bracing himself on his elbows.
“I don’t know.” I’m definitely whispering now and I shake my head a little. “I was worried you’d want me to do some weird thing.”
“A weird thing?”
“Never mind. This is good. I like this.” I run my hands up his biceps and dig the pads of my fingertips in a little, testing the feel of him.
He nudges my legs apart with his knee and settles between them and my heart rate skyrockets.
“It’s been a while for me,” I admit.
He nods and dips down to kiss me while sliding an arm under one of my knees, pulling me wider open. Then he continues with the kissing until I want to feel him inside of me so bad I’m aching. I flex my hips towards him, trying to get what I want, but he’s not one to be rushed, apparently, because he continues to take his time kissing and caressing and generally driving me crazy until I wonder if I could come just from that alone.
Finally he’s there, right where I want him. The tip of his cock nudges my opening and I suck in a breath but push my hips up. He slowly eases inside. The feeling of stretching to accommodate him is a slight burn that makes me crave more in the most hedonistic way.
I tilt my hips to accommodate him and he continues his drive into me until he bottoms out, our stomachs pressed flat together. He lowers his elbows until his forehead touches mine and he’s so deep inside of me it’s bordering on uncomfortable, yet I like it. I reach up and cup his jaw in my palm and guide his lips to mine, but this time I nip at his bottom lip, pulling it with my teeth.
“You are the most alluring woman I’ve ever met,” he says when I release his lip.
Alluring? Not awkward? That can’t be right.
I remember that I wanted to touch his ass while I had the chance and slide my hands down his back to my goal, planting my heels on the bed by his hips as I do. He grunts when my hands find their target, but the sound is sexy as hell. Husky, throaty—a verbal confirmation that he likes my touch. I flatten my hands against his backside and caress and I’m pretty sure that his ass is the most perfectly sculpted and toned ass I’ll ever get my hands on.
He takes my prodding as an invitation to move and draws back before sliding into me again. And again. He’s braced above me on his hands, watching my face as he thrusts and I feel exposed. Not physically so much as emotionally, like he sees too much. I place my hands back on his biceps, the leverage better for holding on, and try my best not to look away.
Seventeen
Boyd I knew she was going to feel good, but fuck. I’m ruined for this girl. Her skin. Her scent. Her taste. The texture of her hair and the delicate flare of her hips. The tiny mole she has near her belly button. The noises she makes when I touch her. None of it contrived. Her breathing speeding up and the little cries she makes are all pure Chloe. The way her fingertips explore my body with genuine curiosity, as if she’s not the most familiar with the male form, not that she’s attempting to inflate my ego.
This is hard for her. Intimacy. Not the physical exactly. She likes this. I think it was getting to this place that was hard for her. Her confidence is safe with me. I want to protect it, cultivate it. Watch her flourish.
My hands fist into the bedspread as the orgasm tears through me. I’ve never come like that before. I’m not even sure I have come before if that’s what it’s supposed to feel like. “Boyd,” I pant, still catching my breath.
He moves up my torso and nuzzles my neck as he speaks.
“Was that better than okay?” he asks, clearly remembering that I’d once indicated to him that my experience with sex was classified as okay.
“Yeah,” I agree, my body still humming. “Definitely surpassed okay.”
“Better than Sex for Dummies?”
“Maybe.” A smile tugs at my lips.
“Maybe?” he questions, angling my chin towards him, his brow lifted in challenge. Have I mentioned how much I like his eyelashes?
“I don’t know if I can leave you a review yet. We haven’t finished.”
“Ah.” He nods. “So we should finish?”
“I’m definitely interested in finishing.” I nod quickly. “I hate to review something I haven’t finished.”
He grins and shoves back on his arms then stands. Wait. Where is he going? I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him walk naked over to his suitcase. He has a nice ass too. I make a mental note to touch it while I have the chance. He turns back to the bed with a strip of condoms in his hand and that sobers me right out of my sexual stupor. Because I forgot about protection altogether. In all my psyching myself out over this encounter I never once thought about protecting myself physically.
“I totally forgot,” I blurt out, eyeing the condoms.
“Don’t worry, safety girl, I remembered.” He tears one of the strip and tosses the rest aside. “I won’t knock you up and trap you.”
“Why would you want to trap me? That’s not even logical.”
“It is from where I’m standing,” he mutters as he tears the wrapper with his teeth and strokes himself, then straddles me on his knees and hands me the condom.
“Oh, I don’t do that.” I shake my head.
“You’re open to anal but rolling a condom on is outside of your comfort zone?” he deadpans.
“Shut up. And I already told you anal was off the table once I got a look at your dick.”
He pinches the end of the condom and places it against the head of his penis then takes my hand and moves it in place. I roll it over the length of him, alternating between watching what I’m doing and looking into his eyes. His never leave mine.
“Do you want me to do anything else?” I ask, but my voice is soft.
“Like what?” His lips curve into a small smile as he pushes me back against the bed and lies over me, bracing himself on his elbows.
“I don’t know.” I’m definitely whispering now and I shake my head a little. “I was worried you’d want me to do some weird thing.”
“A weird thing?”
“Never mind. This is good. I like this.” I run my hands up his biceps and dig the pads of my fingertips in a little, testing the feel of him.
He nudges my legs apart with his knee and settles between them and my heart rate skyrockets.
“It’s been a while for me,” I admit.
He nods and dips down to kiss me while sliding an arm under one of my knees, pulling me wider open. Then he continues with the kissing until I want to feel him inside of me so bad I’m aching. I flex my hips towards him, trying to get what I want, but he’s not one to be rushed, apparently, because he continues to take his time kissing and caressing and generally driving me crazy until I wonder if I could come just from that alone.
Finally he’s there, right where I want him. The tip of his cock nudges my opening and I suck in a breath but push my hips up. He slowly eases inside. The feeling of stretching to accommodate him is a slight burn that makes me crave more in the most hedonistic way.
I tilt my hips to accommodate him and he continues his drive into me until he bottoms out, our stomachs pressed flat together. He lowers his elbows until his forehead touches mine and he’s so deep inside of me it’s bordering on uncomfortable, yet I like it. I reach up and cup his jaw in my palm and guide his lips to mine, but this time I nip at his bottom lip, pulling it with my teeth.
“You are the most alluring woman I’ve ever met,” he says when I release his lip.
Alluring? Not awkward? That can’t be right.
I remember that I wanted to touch his ass while I had the chance and slide my hands down his back to my goal, planting my heels on the bed by his hips as I do. He grunts when my hands find their target, but the sound is sexy as hell. Husky, throaty—a verbal confirmation that he likes my touch. I flatten my hands against his backside and caress and I’m pretty sure that his ass is the most perfectly sculpted and toned ass I’ll ever get my hands on.
He takes my prodding as an invitation to move and draws back before sliding into me again. And again. He’s braced above me on his hands, watching my face as he thrusts and I feel exposed. Not physically so much as emotionally, like he sees too much. I place my hands back on his biceps, the leverage better for holding on, and try my best not to look away.
Seventeen
Boyd I knew she was going to feel good, but fuck. I’m ruined for this girl. Her skin. Her scent. Her taste. The texture of her hair and the delicate flare of her hips. The tiny mole she has near her belly button. The noises she makes when I touch her. None of it contrived. Her breathing speeding up and the little cries she makes are all pure Chloe. The way her fingertips explore my body with genuine curiosity, as if she’s not the most familiar with the male form, not that she’s attempting to inflate my ego.
This is hard for her. Intimacy. Not the physical exactly. She likes this. I think it was getting to this place that was hard for her. Her confidence is safe with me. I want to protect it, cultivate it. Watch her flourish.
