She let out a strangled moan, tipping her head back and exposing the soft line of her throat in a wordless invitation. I claimed it, my mouth finding her skin, sucking at her pulse just firmly enough to leave a mark.
Her hips moved with my touch.
“Max…” she breathed out. Her voice was cracked and needy. “I need… more.”
I hesitated for a second and then inserted one finger into her. I was gentle.
“This, okay?” I whispered, watching her eyes flutter closed. I needed her to say yes.
“Jesus…” she whispered, clutching my shoulder like she had to hold onto something to keep her on this earth.
“Is this okay?” I asked her again, and she nodded. I pushed in deeper, all the way to my knuckle, and she cried out.
“Fuckkkk, Max.”
“You’re killing me.” I dragged my lips up her neck.
Her hand slid down my stomach, skimming the waistband of my boxers, and I groaned. Suddenly, she froze. I sensed herhesitation, fear weaving beneath the desire. I stopped immediately, my hand still gently cradling her, but not pressing any further. The air shifted. Every nerve in my body screamed to keep going, but her silence said stop louder than any word could.
I wanted her. God, I wanted her. But this was Mackenzie. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her.
“Hey,” I murmured, brushing her hair off her face. “We can stop. We don’t have to go any further.”
“I want to,” she whispered. “I just—I’m… I’m nervous… about touching you. I’ve… I’m not as experienced as you.”
Oh my God, she was such a fucking turn on.
“I’ve got you,” I said. “Just relax. This is about you. You don’t have to touch me back if you aren’t ready.”
She relaxed, her body humming, as she opened her legs up wide for me. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure her, not caring whether I received anything in return. All my attention was on her. I kept my touch gentle, drawing slow circles until she was trembling, whispering my name as if it were the only thing anchoring her.
“Faster, Max, please…” She moaned.
I growled, speeding up.
“You like me finger fucking your sweet little cunt?” I pushed another finger inside her, moving my pointer and middle finger in and out of her quickly, still circling her clit with my thumb. “You’re such a fucking bad girl teasing me all day.”
“Oh my God, Max…”
I felt the crescendo rising inside her, my mouth opening automatically as I watched her close her eyes, arch her back, and let out a silent cry.
“Cum on my fingers, Trouble,” I rasped out.
Her pussy tightened around my fingers, pulsing and throbbing. It was amazing. Even better than my dreams.
I kept going, holding her through it, pressing kisses to her temple, her shoulder, anywhere I could reach. She buried herface in my neck to muffle her cries, and she held onto me tighter as her body shook, coating my fingers with her thick cum.
I looked down, watching my fingers move in and out of her, wanting so badly to replace them with my cock. But I’d wait.
I’d wait until she was ready.
I bent down, gently biting her bottom lip, and she moaned so loudly that I was sure the other counselors heard her.
I let her dig her fingernails into my skin. I could feel the blood beginning to prickle, but I didn’t pull away or flinch. I wanted her to feel at home with me.
Because she was my home. And I wanted her to know it, even if I was too nervous to say it out loud.
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