Page 80 of First Touch

Her eyelids close and she leans back into my chest, inhaling deeply. It’s the closest thing to a trust fall I’ve seen in real life. She takes a few minutes somewhere in her head before opening her eyes again.

She blinks at our reflection, her gaze pinging to our hands and then to my face. I offer her a small smile and feel like a champion when she smiles back.

“I’m so proud of you.” There’s a tightness in my chest, so many emotions that I’m feeling instantaneously. All of which I recognize as love and pride for this beautiful woman in front of me.

“I’m ready for more,” she admits into the mirror and I watch my eyes bulge. Fuck, I was not expecting that either. I’m the one who is supposed to be calm and in control, but her eagerness always surprises me. I feel simultaneously unprepared and turned on.

Before I can respond, she’s tentatively dragging my hands across her body. Up and down her flat stomach, along her panty line, and up her sides. She takes her time letting me feel the heaviness of her breasts again before dragging my fingers across her nipples making herself gasp. I’m hypnotized watching her, absorbing every reaction.

She’s using me, using my hands as a tool, seeking sensation. There’s a fire in her gaze now, no more unsureness. She’s in control and taking what she wants. I love her for it.

When she dips my hands back down to her hips, she hooks the sides of her thong making me drag it down her thighs until it falls to the floor. I can see her pussy glistening in the reflection of the mirror, she’s so wet and we haven’t even gone below her hips yet. My mouth waters just thinking about dipping into her warmth. I want to touch it, taste it. Fill it. Fuck it.

She presses my fingers onto her bare mound, the tip of my middle finger barely touching the top of her clit, at the same time as she pushes her ass into my groin.

“Fuck,” I groan, overwhelmed by the sensations she’s gifting me. It’s too much, I’m practically seeing stars and I’m still in my underwear.

It takes me a few deep breaths before I realize Thea is trembling slightly. My eyes snap to hers in the mirror and in them, I see the slightest bit of fear.

My whole body lurches, attempting to pull back, but she keeps me locked where I am. I could move out of her grasp, overpower her if I needed to, but with the fear there’s determination.

I stay deathly still, not wanting to give her any reason to panic, but dying to comfort her in some way. I do the only thing I can think of and speak.

“The first time I ever saw you, I was drawn to you. I loved your tan skin and your blonde hair. I loved the stain of blush on your cheeks when I spoke to you. I thought you were beautiful then, but then I saw you in the library. You were smiling, laughing with the kids, and you fucking ruined me, Sunshine. I loved your bright yellow skirts and your grandma sweaters. I loved your skinny round glasses that would break if the wind blows too hard. I loved your smile. God, I love your smile. Without all the makeup, without the tiny tank top, I stood there and fell for you. Natural, beautiful, you. Getting to see you like this, touch you like this, is a dream come true. You are my dream come true,” I tell her earnestly, seeing the affirmation register in her eyes.

“You’re my dream too, Jesse.” She leans her head back, kissing the underside of my jaw, making me clench my eyes in relief. She’s okay.

I want to scream from the fucking rooftops how much I love her, but for now, I’m hoping she sees the promise in my eyes. I’ve never said the words to anyone and I don’t want to screw it up. She’s perfect and when I tell her it has to be perfect.

We gaze at each other for a moment, not in the mirror, but with our heads turned inches apart. She stands on her tiptoes to kiss me, so I close the gap, kissing her first. At the same time, I feel her slide my finger further into her warm crease. My knees threaten to buckle.

“I’m okay, I’m ready,” she whispers into my mouth as she continues to kiss me. She slides her tongue into my mouth and it’s over, I couldn’t stop my fingers from moving if I tried. I circle her small nub, rubbing it gently with the pads of my fingers, making her moan into my mouth. It’s the sexiest sound and my hips thrust involuntarily into her backside.

The accidental movement halts me, not wanting to step over the line. My fingers are touching her most intimate area, but she’s in control. I don’t want to do anything she isn’t ready for.

Within a moment, her hands are dragging my underwear down my hips, freeing my cock. It makes a home right against her ass as she grinds back against me and utters, “More.” I let out the breath I was holding.

My hips thrust against her, my precum giving me more than enough lubrication to keep rubbing my cock between her cheeks as I work her clit. She flinches and whimpers, not in fear, but in full ecstasy, making me wild.

“So good, you feel so good, baby.” I praise her incoherently, lost in my pleasure. Touching her pussy and grinding against her is enough to make me a ticking time bomb, so when she bites my bottom lip and begs me to put a finger inside of her, I know I’m not going to last. I’ve been imagining touching her like this for too long.

I guide my middle finger to her opening, pushing in slowly, making her cry out at the entry. It’s hot and tight, and I’m dying to get my cock in her. Just thinking about it is making me feral.

I work my finger inside her instead, using the heel of my hand to rub against her clit, while I thrust against her ass. I’m not even inside her but I’m so close, my balls are tight against my body about to explode.

She spreads her feet minutely, mumbling “more,” and the desperation in her voice nearly does me in. I push my ring finger in with the other, and her walls clamp around me immediately.

She cries out, her orgasm racking through her, and the pulses of pleasure making her body twitch against mine. It’s more than enough for me to bury my cock in between her ass cheeks and cum, hard. My whole body tenses with my release.

I’m bent over her, holding her up from collapsing at the knees before I even realize what I’m doing. I blink to clear my post-orgasm haze, confirming that I am holding her up around the waist. Her body is a limp noodle in my arms.

“Thea?” I try to get her attention, hoping she’s not struggling with how I’m holding her. She slowly lifts her head, letting the hair fall off her face, and gives me the happiest brightest smile I’ve ever seen.

I exhale roughly, relieved that she’s fine, my heart still beating out of my chest. This woman is going to give me a heart condition. When I finally get my cock inside of her I might have a heart attack.

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“Are you sure this doesn’t bother you?” I ask Nathan as he leans against his kitchen counter. Thea and Callie are on the living room couch chatting.

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