He grabs a packet and opens it. “So many plans.”
“Wait—” I skate my hands up his muscular thighs and grip his shaft, “—I thought the plan was for you to fuck my mouth and then my pussy.”
“Fuuuuck.” He places his hand on my cheek. “If you put your mouth on me, I’m going to lose it.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I purr.
“Yes, but the next time I come, I want to do it in your cunt.”
Rising to my knees, I encircle his neck. “Technically, it will be in a condom inside my cunt,” I say saucily.
“Ha!” He huffs a laugh. “How do you want me to fuck you, funny girl?”
“Pretty girl.” I poke him. “I’ve not had a lot of experience and…”
Reminiscent of a determined mosquito, old insecurities buzz awake. This isn’t one of my spicy audiobooks or erotic audios. Sex. Relationships. I’m so unpracticed. He may be navigating a relationship with me after losing a great love, but I’ve never even experienced the flimsy, fleeting kind of love.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.” My admission is quiet.
“Hey…” He presses a gentle kiss. “You are already a dream I didn’t let myself have, but somehow still got lucky enough to have.”
“I’m so new at all this,” I confess, emotion thick in my throat.
He strokes against my cheek. “Me too, but we can learn to walk together.”
“But you’ve done this.”
“Not with you.”
Those words hang between us. He’s been with other women. He was married. He had this entire life before me. But that was then, and this is now. It’s just like what he’d said tonight to Miles; that was his past, I’m his now.
“We don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” I say.
“Jensen, we?—”
“Garrett,Iwant to.” Even if I worry that I’ll make a mess of this, every bit of me still wants to run this race.
“We’ll go slow. Listen to your body and do what feels good. Use your words to tell me what you like, and don’t. You say turnip and we stop. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good… I promise, I’ll take care of you, but we’ll stop when you say.”
“I know you will.” I look up at him, my heart so full that the emotion filling it drips along my veins.
With one last kiss, he steps back and rolls on the condom. Then, he slides onto the bed and sits up against the headboard.
“Come here, pretty girl,” he whispers.
I crawl to him. Taking my waist, he guides me to straddle him.
“This way you can control how much you want to take.” He eases me down onto him.
I hiss with the burn as my body stretches to make room for him. I know how big he is, but it didn’t hit me until now. The fullness may twinge dully, but pleasure courses in tandem with the slight pain.
Placing my hands atop his on my hips, I rock in a slow rhythm. A delicious pressure replaces the twinge with each rock. Back bowing, I take him deeper. Each inch sparks my nerve endings awake, causing pleasure to pulse within me.
