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“Oh my God, stop talking! This conversation has taken a painfully personal turn.” She spins on her heel and dashes toward the front door, calling over her shoulder, “Let’s go. Think food, back on track.”

But I catch her before she escapes, my front pressed to her back, trapping her against the still-closed door. I move her hair aside and taste my way up her neck ‘til my mouth is at her ear. “Bellamy,” I rasp deeply and purposefully, “tell me why you’re so embarrassed. Everybody does it.”

“Not everybody,” she whispers.

I can’t hold in my groan. Knew she was a virgin, which turns me on more than I can even describe. But she’s just informed me that I’ll be the man to give her the first orgasm she’s ever had. I might throw her down on the floor and give it to her right fucking now.

“Baby girl,” I lick the shell of her ear, “are you telling me you’ve never snuck your hand down to your sweet lil’ pussy and given yourself pleasure?” I’m a masochist, asking because…I want to see how she responds to dirty talk, praying she’ll push her ass back against my dick to feel me, knowing she won’t.

She shakes her head.

“Why not?” I continue my self-torture, enjoying every damn second.

“I just haven’t. I guess you don’t crave it until you’ve had it that first time, and I never got around to that. If it helps you view me as normal,” she inhales a deep breath, “I did have a certain kind of dream.”

“A wet one?” I stifle any reaction, not sure what would come out at this point. Her innocence is baffling and agonizingly fucking sexy at the same time.

She nods.

“How long ago was this dream of yours?” I start kissing her neck again, spurring her to answer.

Which she does, on a puff of air, all but inaudible yet I hear her loud and clear. “Couple nights ago.”

“You don’t say?” I grind my hard-on against her ass, adding a small bite on her skin. “The timing has me curious. Was it about anyone I know?”

“You know the answer,” she moans, tilting her head to give me full access.

“I damn well better, hate to have to kill someone. But I want to hear you say it,” I growl, sucking harder along her flesh. “Say it, Bellamy. Who were you dreaming about when you woke up with a soaking wet pussy?”

“Y, you,” she quivers with her reply. “I was dreaming about you, Jefferson. Happy now?”

“As fucking happy as I can ever remember being. Make me a promise.”

“What?”

“Stick with the not touching yourself thing. Not with anything, your fingers or toys. Don’t go rogue on me now, after telling me that I’m gonna be the one to make you come for the first time. Promise.”

“I, I don’t remember telling you that.”

“Don’t you?” I slide my hand to her hip and around the front, one fingertip teasing its way down. “Want it now, Bellamy? Hmmm?” I lick and nip at her ear, jaw, neck. “Want me to make you come, baby?”

If she says yes…I’m coming with her. Don’t fucking care if it’s my goddamn jeans…I’m coming with her.

She drops her forehead to the door with a thud and shifts away from me. “No,” she whines like she hates herself, “no, not yet.”

And…I hear my dick start weeping.Right there with ya, poor motherfucker.

“But,” she turns around slowly, shyly, and jabs me straight in the dick again with a beautiful smile and sexy whisper. “Iwillpromise. To, um, wait. Foryou.”

I take what I can get, storing away her exact expression, words and tonefor later,and cup her face. “Good girl,” I wink before slamming my mouth to hers, dominating every move of our tongues against each other’s…just like I’ll soon have complete control of her body, pleasure and release.

God, grant me a patience with which I was not born.

 

 

AFTER WE SCARFdown the Chinese food I bring back and watch bits and pieces of some movie in between kissing like horny teenagers at a drive-in, and the one,more than a handfulof covered tit she lets me have for all of ten seconds, she announces it’s time for her to go to bed.

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