As soon as he says it, I close my legs. God, is something wrong down there? Do I have a nasty ingrown hair? Do I smell? Oh, God. My heart starts racing for other reasons. He doesn’t want to freak me out? Does he have an STD? Is something wrong with him? I watch him roll the condom on his dick. He tilts his head when he realizes my legs are closed.
He rests his hands on my knees and says, “I don’t normally do this, Lucy, but I really––” he tilts his head, nodding, “really want to eat you out.”
Oh.
Butterflies swarm my stomach. I squeeze my legs shut, unable to bear the pulse in my pussy any longer. He wants to eat me out? Okay, now I know why he started the sentence off like that. I’m a little freaked out by the thought. I’ve never had someone’s face down there, let alone someone’s mouth.
“You do?” I ask, and it sounds like a squeak.
He licks his lips and nods. “I really fucking do, baby, but only if you want me to.”
I’m too lost in my own world to register that he’s blushing. “Why do you?” I ask, dumbfoundedly, but I’m also dead serious. I want to know why.
He gives me a lopsided smile. “Because I…” He looks down at my legs. “I don’t know. You look…” He laughs nervously. “It’s okay, we don’t have to.”
I inhale. “Do you want to try?”
He nods excitedly. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” I say, letting my legs relax a little. They fall to the side, and his eyes are between my legs. My gut swirls, anticipation rolls through me. I think I might not like this. Then he kisses my thigh, and my body is on such high alert that his mouth feels like a searing hot burn. He travels up and looks at my pussy. Then he gently kisses it, and the first touch sends me into a moaning fit. His tongue flicks, and I moan so fucking loud that I can’t stand it. I crawl up his headboard.
“Are you alright?” he asks with a small smile he’s trying to hide.
I shake my head. “Let’s try that another time.”
He nods. “Are you okay?”
I shrug. “Just a little uncomfortable with your face down there.” I scrunch my face. “It feels good.” I shrug. “Like really good, but…”
“Okay,” he says, getting the gist of what I’m saying. I’m totally freaking out on the inside. “Get over here.”
He doesn’t wait for me to relax. He meets me at his headboard, gripping his hand to the top of it. He kisses me, destroying the awkwardness I had a few seconds ago. He kisses me like he doesn’t expect anything out of it. Our bodies are far apart, so I inch closer, feeling like if he doesn’t lie down on me, I might float away.
I let my body fall under him, my head lands on the pillow. He’s on top of me now, holding most of his weight on his forearms on either side of my shoulders. He’s being careful with how much of him is on me. I like that he is careful, but I want him to be less careful.
“You don’t have to be — you don’t have to be that careful, Bens.”
He half-smiles against my mouth. “I’m barely keeping it together. If I’m any less careful, I’m not going to make it last.”
“I don’t care,” I say, petting his face. “I don’t want you to hold back anymore.”
His eyes land on my lips, his hips press against my opening. His dick’s not entering me yet. We’re just dry humping while naked. It still feels amazing, so I moan in his mouth.
“Ready?”
I nod, feeling my heart flutter.I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe this is actually happening.
He aims, and as soon as his tip enters me, I inhale and hold my Camdenth.
He pushes a little, but it doesn’t slide in. “Relax, baby.”
I nod, but I can’t seem to. He’s so tall above me and looks completely out of my league.
I exhale, and he enters a little more. I moan, trying to handle the pleasure and pain coursing through me. He stops about halfway in when I’m trying to catch my Camdenth.
“Wait,” I mutter.
He stops immediately. He’s propped on his forearms above me with his face very close to mine and his eyes on my eyes.
