Page 91 of Sizzle Reel

Faster and faster and faster. My muscles tighten right along with her. I’m a little cup about to overflow. I tighten my abs, my legs, everything around her hand, savoring the sensation.

“Please don’t stop” is all I can say as my breath catches in my throat.

She shrugs a little, barely biting back a playful smile. “If you say so…”

And she tumbles me over the edge. I grab on to her shoulders, slamming her to the ground with me as I moan into her hot skin. We rock together in the furry carpet. I’m slow to catch my breath.

Valeria groans. “Okay. So, this isn’t over. At all.” She clicks her tongue. “But you want to do penetration, right?” I nod. “The trick is to just be as relaxed and turned on as possible. Especially if you haven’t done this before. I don’t want to hurt you.”

No man ever checked in like this. “What do you mean?”

She pauses, a hint of pink traveling up her face. “I just want you to talk to me so I know you’re still wet. If you’re too nervous, you’ll get tight.” She pauses. “Please stop me if I’m saying shit you already know.”

“No.” I blink a few times. “No one’s ever cared before.”

And it’s not like guys haven’t tried. But no matter how hard I tried, there was no way to even grit through fingers shoved inside me after ten minutes of making out. I can already tell this’ll be different.

She nods. “Yeah. It’s just…” She shrugs. “Just a way to be a good partner. If it’s not working, oral is pretty incredible too.” She takes my hand. “So I’m going in now. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I take a deep breath as she sinks her fingers into my teddy again. It’s familiar, and then her hand’s crooked, a finger inside me while her thumb brushes against my clit. Jesus, Valeria is inside me. Painting soft, fluid strokes.

“By the way, you talk like a gynecologist,” I tease.

She shoots me the finger with her free hand.

“Does this feel good?” she asks.

In all honesty, it just feels…there. It’s more of a distraction from her thumb than anything else. My chest tightens. “It’s…okay.”

“It should feel better than okay. You’re also really tight.” She pulls her hand out and kisses me. A tender kiss. “I think we can try a couple of other things, right?”

I smile, my heart hammering. “Yeah.” I eye the spot between her abs and the waistline of her pajama shorts. “And it’s my turn, by the way.”

I climb on top of her, dropping my hand inside her shorts to stroke the skin. She’s moaning before she even has a chance to protest. And the thing is, I’m comfortable with this. It’s a different angle, but nothing I can’t handle now that I’ve had a little practice. Part of me wishes we could just stay here, doing this.

But that part of me isn’t big enough.

And when she’s coming against my fingertips, I almost feel confident about all this. Maybe I’m kind of good at being gay.

I turn to her flushed face. “Hey, wanna get all our clothes off?”

She smiles. “Thought you’d never ask.”

The teddy and her shorts land near the base of the couch.

And when we embrace again, kissing and running our fingertips along each other’s bare skin, it’s easy to fully disappear in the sensation. We’re nothing but fingers and mouths and goose bump–covered skin and tangled limbs.

I’m naked with a girl. A girl is naked with me. The girl is Valeria fucking Sullivan.

At some point while we’re tumbling around, slicking sweat into the carpet, Valeria goes inside me again. Same nothing sensation. She frowns this time.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks. “You’re still tight.”

My heart leaps. “Aren’t I supposed to be tight?” I say, running a finger along her jaw.

She smiles. “Not so tight that nothing can happen.” She looks down. “Course, if you’re down, there’s also the fact I’ve been dying to eat you out since karaoke…”

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