“Cooke.” She sounds nervous. “I—”
“Shh, come on. This will work fine. I’ve done my research.”
She snorts and giggles. “YouTube is research?”
“Bloody right. I learned how to fix my kitchen faucet thanks to YouTube.”
She giggles again as she places her knee on the bed on my left side. When she’s all the way on the bed, she kneels next to me. The view from here of my naked girlfriend is making me harder.
“Love. I’m desperate here.”
Taking a deep breath that I find completely charming, she brings one leg over to my other side until she’s hovering over me. I’m stroking my cock at the sight before me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this.”
“Cooke… I don’t know what to do.”
I run my finger through her folds, locating her clit again. I’ll bring her to orgasm one more time so she’s ready.
“Kiss me,” I say as I feel her move with me.
Quinn leans down and takes my mouth in a hungry kiss. It tells me her nerves have lessened and she’s getting more comfortable.
As soon as I feel her release, I use one hand on her hip to nudge her back and the other to place the head of my cock at her entrance. “Sit, slowly. You’re in control, Quinn.”
“Okay. It’s just—”
“I’ll help. Talk to me.”
As she slowly moves downward, I breach her until the head of my cock is inside her warmth. “God.” I can’t believe how good it feels already. And then it hits me. “Shit. Condom.”
She stops. “I’m on the pill.”
She’s on the pill? I’d wonder why she’s on it, but I know my sister started taking it because of cramps and such related to her cycle. I suspect it’s the same for Quinn. “You okay with no condom, then, love?”
She nods. “Are you?”
“Fuck yes,” I hiss as she starts to press down farther and farther. I want to fucking move but I can’t. Not yet.
When I’m just over halfway, she stops and pants. “I think you should help me. Can you press up as I press down? I just want… I’m overthinking, worrying about the pain.”
“Aye.” I place my hands on her hips. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“On three,” she says, blowing air out through her puckered lips. “One.” She breathes in deeply, then out. “Two.” She repeats her breathing exercise. “Three.”
I wait until I feel her moving, and then I thrust up until I’m completely seated inside of her. I hear her whimper, so I look up as I rub her back and hips. “Okay?”
She’s doing her breathing exercises, but they’re quicker now.
“Love, I’m sorry.”
“No. It’s fine.” She smiles down at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “It’s not as bad as I thought it’d be. Just… don’t move yet. Give me a sec.”
“Tell me when you’re ready to move. I’ll wait.” Forever.
After a minute or two, Quinn nods down at me. “Ready.”
Placing my hands on her hips, I urge her to move up, using her knees to lift. When she’s up several inches, she presses down again, and I see fucking stars. “Yes, Quinn. Again.”
My girl is a quick study, because in no time she’s moving up and down faster. She’s so tight and warm and wet, I don’t think I’ll make it long, so I reach down and rub her little nub again. When she suddenly stops moving, I feel her squeeze me so hard, I think I could pass out from the feeling.
