Page 61 of It Must Be Love

"No. You don't do that. You look at me and you talk to me," he insisted, his fingers opening my eyes.

"I haven't."

I saw nothing but calm on his face. He wasn't pitying me, looking at me in disgust or anger. He was smiling, and it soothed me.

"Never?"

I shook my head. "I made out in high school with some guys, but you remember I was shy and then the accident…and…."

He moved down my body, and I felt his breath against my pussy. "Open wide, babe."

"What?"

He parted my thighs. I trimmed my pubic hair, but no way was I ever going to go to a place where they'd wax. I knew women these days went bare. Did he want that?

"So beautiful," he murmured, stroking my labia.

My hips moved restlessly. He was arousing me. I didn't think it would be possible, but he was.

"You okay?" he asked; his eyes were hooded, aroused, his jaw tight.

"What's happening?" I asked, confused.

He slid a finger inside me, and I gasped.

"Fuck, Naya. You're so goddamn tight."

"Amias."

"I know, baby. I know," he murmured softly, watching me as he pumped his finger in and out of me. "You're so wet. So soft. Is it okay if I taste you?"

I wasn't stupid. I knew what that meant, but I couldn't let him do that, could I?

"Please don't," I whimpered.

He smiled gently, pulled his finger out, and brought it to his mouth. I watched in fascinated horror as he sucked his finger, his cheeks getting ruddy. "You taste so good. I need more."

He inserted two fingers inside me, and my eyes closed, my head thrown back. I'd never had sex, but I had a vibrator. A rabbit. I had had it inside me while its ears stroked my clit, making me come. But it didn't compare to what was happening now, here, with Amias.

"Is it too much, Naya?" His voice was strained, hoarse. "Please look at me so I can see you're okay."

I opened my eyes with effort and my breath was coming out in short gasps. I was so close to an orgasm. He inserted a third finger, and my hips moved into his hand.

"Yeah, like that. Fuck yourself on my fingers. Oh, baby. I'm so hard for you. I want so badly to be inside you."

I hadn't expected sex to be like this. I didn't expect Amias to talk like this.

He began to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb on his left hand while the fingers on his right hand were going faster and deeper inside me.

I felt the flutters start deep inside me, forerunners I instinctively knew of a climax, though I'd never had them before.

"You're so beautiful." He kept doing what he was, and his fingers inside me were touching a part of me that was nothing but nerve endings detonating. "Come, baby. Let me see you come for me."

His hands began to move faster, and I cried out, my eyes on his as I unraveled. He dragged his boxers down his hips and pulled out his penis.

I was still breathing harshly as he began to jack himself off while he watched my pussy. "Fuck, baby. Fuck. I want to be inside you. I want to feel."

I wanted to tell him to come inside, but I wasn't sure how to. I didn't know what was going on. I felt a sudden wetness on my stomach and watched his semen sputter out of him, land on my tits, my belly, my pussy. He was breathing hard like he'd been running, and as he calmed, he dragged the tip of his cock over my slit as if calming himself.

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