I’m touching. She starts to grind against my touch, and her participation is a relief. She isn’t going to lie there. She’s guiding me to the right friction and speed, responding with nods and clenching legs when I’m on target.
“This okay?” I want it to be good. I want this to be incredible.
“Mmm-hmmm.” Her dreamy gaze drifts from me, to the ceiling, then back again. “You’re not going to stop.”
She’s not asking; she’s telling me. And I watch her eyes. She’s into the moment as much as I am. Her thighs quiver, fast as the beat of a hummingbird wing or the pulse in my neck.
At thirteen, I loved her. Sunny was meant to be my first kiss, my first love, but our lives forked in a way neither of us prepared for.
I don’t stop or pretend at fancy moves. I’ve been with only two other girls, and neither of them have a place here. This is red, wet, and…and…and fuck me.
“A bit harder,” she purrs, and I press on her clit. Her hips buck. “Oh God. Yes, like that, perfect. Those slow circles are exactly right. Does this feel good?” She’s talking, demanding I be here. I’m not sure what to say.
“Tell me,” she murmurs. “Is this what you expected?”
“I…”
“After the party, when you saw me, you thought about it, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.” I slip a finger inside her, and her soft walls tense. This is a good place. I could lose myself in her secrets, and maybe I’d find the parts of me that have gone missing.
“Did you touch yourself?”
My cheeks heat.
“You’re blushing. That’s cute.” Her eyes roll back when I crook my finger. “Fuck. God, right there.”
“Don’t tell me I’m cute while I do this.”
“Finger me?” She giggles. “You can say it.”
“I know.” My eyelid twitches. “I know I can.”
She settles a hand against her throat, near the mad pulse. “Tell me more.”
“I like it.”
“Go on.” She bites her lip.
“I like this. What I’m doing.”
“Details.”
Damn. She’s insistent.
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because…” Her soft laugh strokes my dick like delicate fingers. “I want to hear your dirty talk, Green.”
What’s locked inside me paces around, restless. I had to be so safe, so fucking overly cautious with Pippa that those feelings are blocked off.
“I want you,” I pant. She grabs my wrist and tugs, burying my finger deeper. Her small, perfect breasts are right in my face.
I lean down and mouth her dusky nipple though her tank top while slowly sliding another finger into her tight heat. She makes noises different from anything I’ve ever heard. High and then deep, almost a sob, then kind of a laugh.
“Your pussy is fucking hot,” I grind out. The moment the words tear from me, a quake constricts her inner muscles. “I love feeling you. You’re goddamn gorgeous.”
“Don’t stop,” she gasps.
“I’m not taking my hands off you until you come, got that?” These words, they feel incredible to say out loud.
She jerks against my palm.
“That’s it.” My voice is hoarse but clear. “Ride my palm.”
Her eyes squeeze shut. “This is good.”
I’ve made her tank top so wet that the nipple is clearly visible beneath. I want to jerk down the neck, suck the bare skin into my mouth and see if it tastes as sweet as it looks. But I’m not going to stop touching her. Every stroke is a defibrillator on my heart, jolting me to life. “You’re so wet.”
“I’m going to come hard, Green.”
“Now,” I order. “Do it.” I’m growling at her, my face buried against her small but perfect tits, my hand rocking against her heat. “Come all over me.”
And incredibly, she does.
“Tanner!” She lurches forward, digging her fingers into the back of my neck. Her nails sink into my flesh as she holds on tight, her thighs fastening on either side of my abs. “Holy crap. Goddamn. Shit, shit, yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.”
Inside, her body rolls over my fingers like a wave. How would it be to feel this
“This okay?” I want it to be good. I want this to be incredible.
“Mmm-hmmm.” Her dreamy gaze drifts from me, to the ceiling, then back again. “You’re not going to stop.”
She’s not asking; she’s telling me. And I watch her eyes. She’s into the moment as much as I am. Her thighs quiver, fast as the beat of a hummingbird wing or the pulse in my neck.
At thirteen, I loved her. Sunny was meant to be my first kiss, my first love, but our lives forked in a way neither of us prepared for.
I don’t stop or pretend at fancy moves. I’ve been with only two other girls, and neither of them have a place here. This is red, wet, and…and…and fuck me.
“A bit harder,” she purrs, and I press on her clit. Her hips buck. “Oh God. Yes, like that, perfect. Those slow circles are exactly right. Does this feel good?” She’s talking, demanding I be here. I’m not sure what to say.
“Tell me,” she murmurs. “Is this what you expected?”
“I…”
“After the party, when you saw me, you thought about it, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.” I slip a finger inside her, and her soft walls tense. This is a good place. I could lose myself in her secrets, and maybe I’d find the parts of me that have gone missing.
“Did you touch yourself?”
My cheeks heat.
“You’re blushing. That’s cute.” Her eyes roll back when I crook my finger. “Fuck. God, right there.”
“Don’t tell me I’m cute while I do this.”
“Finger me?” She giggles. “You can say it.”
“I know.” My eyelid twitches. “I know I can.”
She settles a hand against her throat, near the mad pulse. “Tell me more.”
“I like it.”
“Go on.” She bites her lip.
“I like this. What I’m doing.”
“Details.”
Damn. She’s insistent.
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because…” Her soft laugh strokes my dick like delicate fingers. “I want to hear your dirty talk, Green.”
What’s locked inside me paces around, restless. I had to be so safe, so fucking overly cautious with Pippa that those feelings are blocked off.
“I want you,” I pant. She grabs my wrist and tugs, burying my finger deeper. Her small, perfect breasts are right in my face.
I lean down and mouth her dusky nipple though her tank top while slowly sliding another finger into her tight heat. She makes noises different from anything I’ve ever heard. High and then deep, almost a sob, then kind of a laugh.
“Your pussy is fucking hot,” I grind out. The moment the words tear from me, a quake constricts her inner muscles. “I love feeling you. You’re goddamn gorgeous.”
“Don’t stop,” she gasps.
“I’m not taking my hands off you until you come, got that?” These words, they feel incredible to say out loud.
She jerks against my palm.
“That’s it.” My voice is hoarse but clear. “Ride my palm.”
Her eyes squeeze shut. “This is good.”
I’ve made her tank top so wet that the nipple is clearly visible beneath. I want to jerk down the neck, suck the bare skin into my mouth and see if it tastes as sweet as it looks. But I’m not going to stop touching her. Every stroke is a defibrillator on my heart, jolting me to life. “You’re so wet.”
“I’m going to come hard, Green.”
“Now,” I order. “Do it.” I’m growling at her, my face buried against her small but perfect tits, my hand rocking against her heat. “Come all over me.”
And incredibly, she does.
“Tanner!” She lurches forward, digging her fingers into the back of my neck. Her nails sink into my flesh as she holds on tight, her thighs fastening on either side of my abs. “Holy crap. Goddamn. Shit, shit, yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.”
Inside, her body rolls over my fingers like a wave. How would it be to feel this
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