Page 47 of Lost in You

“Yes.”

She squirms a little and I respond immediately. “You aren’t trying to rub your pussy against my leg, are you?”

She’s silent and I spank her again. This time, she tries to hold back a moan. I take one side of her panties and move them into the crack of her ass, then do the same with the other side. I spank one bare ass cheek and then tug on the panties in the crack of her ass so they rub against her clit in the front.

“Oh.”

I tug again, holding on to her panties as she muffles her moan with a blanket. I can tell she wants to move her hips, but she stays still.

My cock continues throbbing beneath her as I tug on her panties and loosen my hold, giving her just enough friction to want more.

“That feels good.” It’s almost a whimper, and it feeds my hunger for her.

I release her panties and smack her ass again, rubbing my palm over it right after to soothe the sting. Then I slide my fingers inside her panties and into her slick pussy, and I feel her body stiffen slightly.

“No nerves with me, sexy girl,” I say in a low tone. “Just relax and let me drive. You can feel what you do to me, can’t you?”

She moans her agreement, drawing her knees up slightly to give me greater access. I stroke the folds of her pussy with my middle finger and she gasps sharply when I reach her clit.

I groan, my erection pulsing hard. “So swollen and wet.”

When I circle her clit with the pad of my finger, her answering moan is long and needy. “Linc...god that feels...oh please.”

I keep circling, and it doesn’t take long for her body to tense as she cries out. The pulse of her orgasm sends a shot of satisfaction through me. She circles her hips, riding out the satisfaction. When she drops down with an exhale, I move my hand and slide out from beneath her.

We both move until we’re lying side by side on the bed, facing each other.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she murmurs. “I’ve never come the first time I was with someone.”

“It wasn’t you; it was them,” I assure her.

“I’ve also never...” Her voice trails off.

My curiosity is too piqued to let that slide. “Never what?”

When she doesn’t respond, I prod her playfully. “Don’t make me bring Boggle over here.”

She laughs softly. “I’ve never had anyone touch me other than...me.”

It takes me a few seconds to process that. “So you’ve never had anything but straight-up sex?”

She hums with amusement. “Ironic, isn’t it? That the only thing I’ve ever done is the only thing you don’t do.”

“That just means I have lots of things to introduce you to.”

She snuggles closer to me. “Don’t tell me how many asses you’ve spanked to get so good at this.”

“Not as many as you probably think.”

“Just because you don’t want to?”

“Because I don’t have sex. I don’t like having to explain myself and it’s not something I want everyone knowing.”

She smoothes a hand over my cheek. “I won’t tell a soul. I swear it.”

“I know. I trust you.”

“I get how it feels to not trust birth control completely. That’s Anxiety 101—always assume the worst will happen.”

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