“Can I make you feel even better?” I whispered.
With a nod, she took my hand and guided me lower, beneath the waistband of her unbearably utilitarian panties. Still trying not to even glance at the scar that made her so insecure, I pushed the underwear off and stroked her gently. Her legs fell open, and I was keenly aware that Sailor was naked and spread out in front of me for the taking.
Her eyes were closed, her head tossed in my direction, and I wanted to hear her scream my name. Lowering my head, I took her nipple in my mouth as I circled her clit, and she let out a loud cry.
“That’s a good start, baby.”
“Noah,” she ground out.
“Yes?”
“More.”
Her panting breath fanned out between us, and I used my teeth on her, moving faster as her thighs trembled and shook. Soon, her hands were threaded in my hair, holding me tighter to her as she came with a loud shout.
“Oh, God, Noah!”
“That’s it, Sailor, let me hear you.”
I didn't stop, but changed my tactic just a little. Finding the soft spot behind her ear with my tongue, I continued massaging her clit until she went rigid, shouting and cursing me until she came again. I kissed her thoroughly as she settled back down, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her lips curved against mine, and I smiled back.
Rather than rushing into the next step, I waited for her to open her eyes. Reaching for me, she stroked my cock over my boxer briefs, eventually slipping her hand beneath them to give me skin-on-skin contact.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
Since I was trying desperately to hold onto my sanity, I found it difficult to respond. “God, yes.”
Her hands were soft as she stroked me, and my breathing became as harsh as hers had been. Her constant motion was mesmerizing me, and I felt the tightening in my balls becoming harder to fight. Finally, I pushed my underwear off, unable to keep from pressing my cock into her hip as I leaned over to nibble on her neck.
“Mm.”
Well, that sound set me off. I lurched up, hovering over her and running the head of my cock through her slick folds.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, Noah.”
She held onto my shoulders, but I hesitated.
“Please?” she whispered.
And when I saw the tears in her eyes, I realized my desire to make sure she was ready was only making her insecurities flare up.
“I just don't want to hurt you,” I said in a strained voice.
“I’ll be okay.”
I sank into her, feeling how tight and wet she was. She only stiffened briefly, gathering me close and clinging to me as though I was her lifeline.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
My brain shut off, all the sensations overwhelming me as Sailor clung to me, wrapping her legs around my waist and threading her hands through my hair. I moved faster, needing to claim her, to mark her as mine, to make certain she knew no one else would ever get this chance with her but me.
I felt it, then, the way my heart did a stupid flippy-flop when she said my name. Sex had never been more than a release for me, just a fun time with a hot girl. Never in my life had I cared enough about someone else to make sure it meant more than that.
“You’re making it impossible for me to hold out,” I whispered in her ear.
“Then don’t,” she responded, running her nails up and down my back.
