"So are you." I slide her blouse off her shoulders to reveal her small, perfect tits, the nipples already hard and begging for my touch.
Her head falls back as my calloused hands cup her, squeezing gently.
"Cade...," she whimpers.
My jeans are so tight that the denim is digging into my throbbing erection.
I help her out of her blouse and then her skirt, her underwear. When she’s naked in front of me, I marvel at how lucky I am.
"God, Sarah, you're so beautiful."
“Yeah? Now, show me you.”
We’ve seen parts of each other, but we’ve never been completely naked together. I remove my clothes as she watches, her eyes widening. She’s touched me with her hands, made me come, so she shouldn’t be surprised, but she is when she looks at me.
“That’s way bigger than a tampon.”
I chuckle softly, my hips bucking into her hand as she wraps her fingers around me.
“Dove, don’t…not too hard.”
Her touch softens immediately. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. It’s just so good, and I…I want to come inside you this first time.”
“Okay.”She lets go of me.
I push her down gently onto the rug, the flames from the fireplace cast flickering shadows over our bodies.
Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.
I tell myself repeatedly.
I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to feel pleasure. I want her to come.
My mouth finds her neck, sucking and biting as my hands slide down her belly. Sarah moans, her hips lifting as my fingers tease her through her slick folds.
"Cade...," she whispers, her whimpers turning into desperate cries. "Please...."
"Please, what, Sarah?" My voice is ragged as I slide a finger inside her.
She’s warm. Wet. Wonderful.
"I need you, Cade. Please," she begs, her thighs trembling.
I crawl down her body and lick her.
She gasps.
I’ve never done this before, but I want to. I’ve licked my fingers after I’ve made her come, and she always tastes so good that I want her to come on my tongue, gush into my mouth.
My friends don’t care how their girls fake it sometimes because for them it’s all about their pleasure. But not for me. Sarah’s pleasure is mine. When she comes, I feel like a fucking king. We’ve been practicing for months—and now I know what buttons to push. I know my Sarah’s body. I know her.
When she unravels, I feel it again, this piercing joy of making the woman I love happy.
“Now, Cade. Now.” She’s desperate for me, and I am for her as well.
I find the condom I set aside and roll it over my cock. I practiced this several times in the past months, so I was ready for her. I didn’t want to be clumsy, didn’t want her to feel anything but safe with me.
