Her hands cup her breast and she massages them slowly, pinching her own nipples with a small whimper escaping her lips.She’sbareexceptfora small strip of cloth covering her center, and my cock stirs at the sight of her wetness seeping through the fabric. I ache to sink into that wetness, but she takes her time unraveling me with her captivating performance.
“It feels the same as before,” she utters with a gasp. “I feel flushed,” she dips a hand to the apex of her thighs, “and alive.”
“Incredible,” I growl.
She peers down at me under heavy lids, a seductive smile on her precious lips.I silently beg her to come closer with my stare, and she obeys. She pulls her hair over one shoulder as she bends down and hooks two fingers in the band of my sweatpants.
Idon’twait for her to ask. Instead, I lift my hips and help her remove them, along with my underwear. My erection springs free, and with all of myself on full display for her, Ishutter.
I know Iwon’tlast long inside her, and Idon’twant to rush through this without knowing she feels just as good as I do. But Idon’tknow where to start. In my early twenties, I spent time in brothels because that was what the men around me did, but I only ever watched. I have a general idea of how to touch a woman, but Idon’twant to mess it up. Not with her.
Our shimmering, blue string floats around us, tying us together.
She deserves the absolute best from me. She deserves to feel special.
Kennedy must see the panic behind myeyes, becauseshe cups my cheek and moves toliebeside me. “What’s wrong?”
My lungs feel heavy in my chest.The room around us is starting to close in, and I try to ward it off by slamming my eyelids shut.“I don’t know what I’mdoing.”
Her hand softly caresses the side of my face, andI feel her lipspress two gentle kisses overmy closed eyelids.
“You don’t have to do anything,” she reassures me.
I crack open my eyes to find her face inches from mine. Her freckles look like constellations, and I want to trace the shapes of every one of them.
“But I want you to feel good,” I utter with desperation.
She closes the gap and connects her mouth to mine. Slow, deliberate kisses across my lips send butterflies to the pit of my stomach. Everything she does is magic. I instantly feel lighter, likeI’mback in myspiritbody instead of naked and solid on the floor.
With our lips still touching, she whispers, “I can show you.”
She sits up and straddles me again, her weightjustabove my hips. She takes my hand and guides it to her center. Fingerstrembling,she places my thumb against the bud at the top of her slit. It slides through her wetness as she presses down. She uses me like a paint brush, tracing small circles. I follow her lead and continue to add pressure. She squirms on top of me, clenching her thighs as they dig into my ribs.
“Like that,” she murmurs.
I raise my head to get a good look at her, and all I see is a goddess experiencing pure bliss. Gaining confidence, I move her hand away and continue to stroke her on my own.She’sbreathing heavier now, andthere’smore slickness beneath my thumb. It slips, dipping into her opening, and she lets out a delicious moan.
“Yes,” she urges me. “Do that again.”
I follow her instructions and slip back inside her. She wiggles atop me, grinding down on my stomach against my ministrations.
Then she lifts herself onto herkneesso I have more access. “Use two fingers.”
Doing just as she said, Islipmy index and middle finger into her tight heat. My cock pulses and aches at just how little room there is for me to move inside her, but I continue to pump my fingers.
Kennedy reaches down and starts to rub the spot I abandoned, so I slip out of her and go to touch her there.
“Don’t,” she begs. “Stay inside me.”
Chest heaving, I slide two fingers back into her core and she shutters.
“Keep going.That’sgood.” Her head falls back, hair tickling the tip of my cock. “Oh god, Theo.”
Hearing my name on her tongue spurs me forward. I pump into her, curling my fingers to stretch the inside of her walls. This pushes hernearly tothe edge. With a few more motions,she’sshuddering above me. Her hands find purchase on my chest, nails digging into my skin as she rides the wave of her pleasure.
Idon’tstop until she falls against me, breathing heavily.
“Was that…good?” I mutter, her cheek pressed against mine.
