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My gaze immediately latches onto hers. “I refuse to blow my load in two minutes.”

“Honestly, though. That’s a compliment.” Her smile is coy.

But my head jerks to reject the notion. “This needs to be good for you.”

“It is.”

“Are you going to come?”

The pinch in her features reveals the truth. “Uhh…”

“Unacceptable.” I expel a harsh breath.

Our first time can’t be a subpar. Virgin or not, I’m determined to make this the best she’s ever had.

My tempo turns lazy as I attempt to rectify this situation. I prop myself on a bent elbow and lower the other hand to where we’re joined. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but my thumb manages to find her clit. The hitch of her inhale tells me I hit the spot.

My grin presses into her temple. “Yeah, that’s my girl.”

“You’re a very quick learner,” she wheezes.

“All the credit goes to my teacher.”

There’s a hungry gleam in her stare. “And she’s about to get rewarded.”

I work her over in purposeful swipes while leisurely thrusting in and out. Gemma mewls a sultry tune to guide me. The added stimulation drives her to the peak within thirty seconds. A measured clamp seizes her inner muscles, telling me that she’s almost there.

Gemma grabs onto my arm in a fierce grip, her nails almost piercing my skin. “Ohhhh, oh, oh! Yes, there. Don’t stop.”

My thumb rubs to a frantic pace. The pressure in my cock won’t be dismissed for much longer. Thankfully, she doesn’t make me wait long. Especially after I shift to change my entry slightly. Her eyes pop open wide as my dick strokes along her upper wall.

“F-fuuuuck, I th-think that’s m-my G-spot,” she stutters.

I angle my thrusts with renewed purpose. Her breathing becomes frenzied as if she’s chasing the pleasure I’m providing. She begins quaking beneath me and it’s a sight to cherish. Just as the orgasm grasps onto her, my own release shoots out of me.

The relief is instant and I bellow loudly. Tremors jolt through me as an all-consuming ecstasy thrums through my veins. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever thought to even fantasize about. Years of longing and desire pour from me in unrelenting spurts. The warmth that follows is a natural comfort I didn’t realize I’d been missing.

Gemma’s pussy milks my cock with erratic spasms. When she’s wrung me dry, I collapse next to her still trembling form. My arms gather her against me. Our combined heat and passion cocoon us in the afterglow. We bask in mutual bliss for several peaceful minutes.

“So,” Gemma mumbles into my chest. “Is sex everything you imagined it would be?”

“And then some,” I rasp. “We’re definitely doing it again.”

A choked noise spews from her. “Now?”

“Are you a two-squirt treasure?”

“First of all, don’t toss my own humor back at me while I’m trying to recover from that massive pounding. Secondly, I didn’t squirt.”

“Tell that to the puddle under you.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffs. There’s not a—” Her denial cuts off sharply when she wiggles against the sheet. “That’s not just from me.”

“Most of it.” I wag my eyebrows.

“No way,” Gemma insists. “It’s not normal to come that much.”

My lips claim hers in a commanding kiss. “It is when you’ve just had the best sex of your life. I expect you to change my name in your phone to reflect that.”