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He was crazed. Frenzied, and desperate with it. A few days wouldn’t be enough. He’d never be able to have enough.

He took her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue sliding over hers as he spread her with his fingers, stroked through that hot, wet heat until she pulled back, her panted breaths striking his cheek, her hips shifting in small thrusts as she climbed back up.

He wanted to push her over a second time, wanted to watch her shatter under the weight of the pleasure he gave her. ‘Again,’ he demanded.

Her arms roped around his neck. She pulled him close, whispered, ‘I want you to be inside of me this time.’

TJ groaned. He pulled back, hurriedly stripped his jeans and briefs, and rolled a condom onto his aching dick. It was only when he moved to the bed again that he saw Skye, her anxious blue eyes fastened on his erection, her lip caught between her teeth, that he realized: he’d forgotten. It shamed him, but for just a moment there, he’d forgotten how inexperienced she was.

He purposefully slowed his movements, lay beside her on the bed and pulled her close, so that they were nose to nose. ‘Don’t be scared.’

‘I’m not scared,’ she declared.

But TJ only kissed her cheek, murmured, ‘I’ll go slow. Talk to me; tell me how you feel.’

‘Actually, I’d prefer if we went fast the first time. Just get it over with, you know.’

‘You sure?’

‘Yes.’ She said the word firmly, leaving no doubt in his mind that it was what she actually wanted.

But, terrified that he might hurt her, he asked, ‘Do you have a vibrator?’

‘Not on me,’ she replied.

‘No. Uh, I just want to know what you have had inside you …’

Skye buried her face against his chest, clearly humiliated by the conversation.

‘Skye?’

‘It’s not that type of vibrator,’ she said, her voice muffled against his skin. ‘It’s a clit stimulator. But I use my fingers …’ He felt her skin burning with a blush against his chest. ‘Inside.’

‘Hey, look at me,’ he urged quietly.

Skye tore her face away from his chest, but TJ saw that it cost her by the pretty blush flushing her cheeks.

‘Why are you hiding?’

‘I don’t want to talk about my inexperience right now.’

He thought he might understand that. But he tried to eradicate that embarrassment with a truth of his own. ‘Do you know what it does to me – knowing that I’m the only one who’s been here?’ He kissed her deeply as he ran his hand down her bare skin. ‘And here.’ Raising his fingers, he stroked through her, his movements languid. ‘Here,’ he said and slipped a single finger inside her as he’d done earlier.

Skye was tight, but she was so wet that, even as her body cinched around him, he moved inside of her easily.

Her breath hitched.

‘Talk to me.’

‘I can’t think when you do that,’ she argued, and instead of pulling back, she pressed her hips forward – and she whispered, ‘More.’

TJ slid a second finger inside of her and gently pushed them deep. He watched as they sank to the knuckles, murmured, ‘Look at your pretty pussy taking me,’ through the haze of lust narrowing his vision.

Skye squirmed against the new pressure – or maybe, the pleasure. ‘More,’ she demanded again, and when she raised her head and looked him straight in the eye, he slipped his fingers out of her and into his mouth, sucked them deep, cleaning her off of him.

Skye visibly trembled. The words ‘Holy crap’ fell from her lips.

The words, the surrender in her tone, snapped something in him. TJ couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed, tapped her thigh. ‘Lift for me.’