Page 74 of Tell Me Again

He shifts his hips slightly away from me—just enough for him to reach between us so he can caress along my inner thigh. I bend my knee up, and his hand follows me, his fingertips stroking slowly up toward my aching shaft.

I start again, trying not to be so awkward with the words. “I want you to make love to me. I want you inside me. I want you to come inside me. It’s not... fucking. It’s... making love.” I move my hand to grasp his dick again, and he shivers and moans as I rub my hand up his length. “I want this inside me.”

“I want that too,” he breathes, and there’s another long moan. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, and his hand is still just at the top of my thigh. Fuck, I’m aching for him to touch me, but he doesn’t move for a moment. He just exhales a short breath, kisses my lips again, and clears his throat. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve, um, read about it, but...”

I nod and let my hand shift away to his thigh. There are more awkward words to say still, but they really need to be said. “You mean anal specifically, or penetration at all, like, uh, with...?” I trail off because, yeah, I can’t quite say it either. I can’t quite bring myself to ask him if he’s ever had sex with a woman.

But he understands what I mean, and he confirms what I assumed.

“I’ve never done anything. All of this is all new to me. Everything we’ve done today is all new.” His voice is quiet but clear. “Incredible. But, yeah, all new.”

I just nod, and I kiss him softly. I think we’ve talked enough. At least for now. More later, I’m sure. For now, I just want him to make love to me.

I wrap my arm around his waist and then roll over onto my back, pulling him on top of me, and he doesn’t waste any time. He sits back a bit and slips his briefs off, then settles between my legs. His thick shaft brushes against mine as he leans over, one hand on either side of me, and kisses me. There’s this rush of anticipation that surges through me—anticipation and heat and need. And I reach between us and stroke him as he deepens the kiss.

He groans—a low, deep sound that rumbles in his chest. Then he sits back again, resting his hands on my knees. His eyes are closed, and he’s breathing hard. And his thumbs are teasing me in the most maddening way, rubbing gently back and forth along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

After a moment, he opens his eyes again, and when he looks down at me, it’s that fucking magic again. His sexy smile, dimples and all. His gorgeous eyes, dark in the dim light of the bedroom. His love. Fuck, I can feel it as he looks at me.

I bend my knees up and reach out to him, needing to touch his chest, and he leans over me again. All his weight shifts to one arm so his other hand is free. And then he’s kissing me. It’s good. Fucking good. His lips are soft and warm, his kiss gentle and sure. He breaks the kiss just for a second, and I watch as he grabs the bottle of lube and pops the top open.

There’s a sudden urge in my chest. “Let me. Please.”

It occurs to me that I said the same thing earlier, when I wanted to finish undressing him on the couch. And the reminder of how he tasted when I sucked him makes my dick throb with need again.

Ahh, shit. This is wild. What a fucking wild day.

He nods and hands me the bottle. I squeeze a good amount into my palm, close the bottle, and set it back on the bed next to us. Then I reach between us and coat his shaft with the viscous liquid.

He’s not unaffected. He lets out a shuddering breath and moans, “Ahh, god, yeah.”

“You’re so fucking hard and hot. I want...”

“You want this?” he asks, his voice rough. He scoots back a bit. Then his fingers are circling me again, and he dips one inside me.

My hands drop down onto the bed, and I push my head back against the pillow as I close my eyes. “Ahh, fuuuuuuck. Yeah, yeah.”

I don’t realize how he’s shifted until I feel the heat of his mouth at the base of my shaft. My eyes open, and I watch, my heart thrumming madly in my chest, as he trails a path of wet, hot kisses up to the tip of my erection. Then he grasps me with one hand and takes me in his mouth.

“God—” Holy fuck.

He’s still fingering me, while he’s sucking on my dick. And I’m throbbing—like fucking really throbbing—as he moves his mouth up and down. It’s hot and wet. And I’m almost immediately at whatever this new edge of pleasure is, moaning with some urgent need. It’s fucking bright and feels so fucking good. And then he slowly pulls his mouth off me, still holding my base with one hand. His fingers slip out of my channel.

“God, man, that’s...” I can’t finish my thought. That’s happening a lot lately.

He lets out a short breath, and I open my eyes. He’s watching me again with that deep expression. God, I want him.

“You’re ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Is this the best, um, position?”

Ah, fuck if I know. I probably should know. “I don’t know.”

He gives me this fucking gorgeous smile, and his hands reach under my knees. “Maybe this way?” He repositions me just a little, so my ass is a bit more exposed and my legs are bent up more, my feet off the bed. “And, uh, relax?”

“I’m relaxed. I’m fucking totally relaxed. Just, um, just... go—”

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