“Why not?” He shakes his head. “Never mind. I—” His mouth moves mutely. Grant Lasker, the man who’s never lacked for a comeback.
I wonder if I should roll away, give him some space to think things through. Except I don’t know if I can dislodge him. He seems more solid than a sequoia. “Are you, you know, weirded out?”
“No. No, that’s not it.”
I look at him skeptically.
“You want proof?” He points to his penis, which I have to admit is also like a sequoia.
I squirm a little. He’s steely against me.
“It’s just that I’ve never been somebody’s first before.”
“Oh…”
He looks down at me. “We can be each other’s first.”
He comes up and cradles my face between his large, warm hands and kisses me deeply, sweetly, then runs his hands over the rest of my body, my neck, collarbones, breasts, fingertips and more. Everywhere he touches relaxes; anxiety burns away, replaced by desire and need. I’ve never felt so treasured before.
Finally, his fingers glide along my slick folds. I hold my breath.
“Easy,” he murmurs, dipping one finger into me. It feels good, although my instinct says it’s lacking something. He pushes another finger in, and I moan at the sensation. I love the way he fills me. I want more of him inside.
My pelvis moves to the rhythm of his fingers. He feeds another finger into me.
“Oh my God.” My breathing is rough and jagged over building pleasure. I didn’t know it could feel like this.
He moves his fingers with more speed and power. I can hear something that sounds like someone slapping a shallow puddle.
I feel the wetness trickle down the groove between my butt cheeks, and my tailbone grows slightly damp. He pulls out his fingers and pushes my knees wide open. Then he runs the flat of his tongue all the way up to my clit. I shiver at the unexpected caress, my face burning with shock and need at the illicitness of what he’s done. He pulls my throbbing clit into his mouth and sucks hard as he pushes his fingers back into me, hitting a special spot inside my pussy that makes me see stars.
Tension that’s been gathering bursts unexpectedly, and I can’t even scream. I fight for breath as I climb down from the high, the intensity of which I’ve never experienced before.
Grant shoves his fingers deeper into me, in and out, harder and faster. His mouth stays on my clit, his tongue moving over the sensitive bundle of nerve endings.
I come again, digging my fingers into his hair. “Oh my God, I can’t—”
He responds by sucking harder. Even as I scream, “I can’t,” I rock against his mouth and arch my body as another climax takes over me.
My whole body feels like a puddle of goo as I pant in the aftermath, stunned at the most incredible pleasure he’s just given me. Grant is shaking, and I can tell he’s barely clinging to control. I want him to feel the same thing I did. I start to squirm, wondering if I should try to go down on him, make him feel good.
But before I can fully recover from the shock of the three rapid orgasms, he pulls away and runs his hand over the glistening mess on his chin. He licks his lips and pulls out a condom from his pants pocket and puts it on, his movements sure but hurried. His eyes are hot as he positions himself between my thighs, which are still quivering.
Oh my God. This is happening.
I should be nervous. Or even anxious. But all I want is to have him come inside me, and share in the bliss. Biting my lip, I place my hands on his shoulders, silently urging him.
He claims my mouth with a low groan as he pushes in. I inhale and exhale deeply as I brace for pain. It could hurt, and maybe pain is another reason I was reluctant to do it with just anybody.
He breaks the kiss. “Are you okay?”
I nod, trying to breathe, despite my instinct to hold it.
He pushes in a little bit deeper each time until he’s entirely in. The fullness of having his cock inside me is overwhelming. I’m stretched to the limit, and can’t seem to draw another breath. But it doesn’t hurt. It’s just a little uncomfortable and unfamiliar. I clench and unclench my muscles to get used to him.
He places his forehead on mine. “Fuck.”
His chest heaves. Veins stand out along his temples, and sweat rolls down his body as he struggles for the control to make this moment perfect for me—for us.
