Page 45 of Catching Mr. Right

Her fingers are warm and nimble against my skin as they trace the elastic of my boxer briefs. A flutter starts wherever she makes contact with my skin. My cock swells and begs for release, my jeans still tight across my thighs. She shoves them down until she has to bend and her mouth gets a little too close to my erection. My heart trips and my world turns off kilter. I grip her jaw to make her stop. My heart is confused on whether to beat fast or not at all. It takes a moment to steady myself, and I duck my head and turn to shed my pants and boxers myself.

This situation is different. This is not that night all over again. I take a deep, steadying breath as I dig out the condoms I bought earlier this week and toss them onto the bed.

“Are you scared?” she asks, licking her lips and tracing the head of my cock with her fingernails.

“Are you?” The scratchy, tickling feeling makes me groan, brings my focus back to what we’re doing.

“No.” She swipes her thumb over the little dent at the top, gathers a bead of precum and rubs it over the swollen crown. Squeezing me in her fist, she strokes my length.

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her to me and kiss her hard. I want to leave something of myself on her. Imprint these intense moments of our summer on her skin the way I want her inked on me. Mandy Pearce is so deep inside me she’s tattooed on my very cells. I’ll take her with me everywhere I go. I just hope she can feel that. I crawl onto the bed with her, push her down until she’s staring up from below me. My pink little minx.

I kiss each inch of her until her skin is dewy and flushed all over. I take my time, licking and sucking at her breasts and her nipples, using my tongue to toy with the hard nubs until she’s curling her fingers into my hair and writhing, her legs scissoring underneath me.

I trail my mouth down the curve of her abdomen, dart the tip of my tongue to her navel. She’s salt, and sweat, and sweet wine. She’s soft whimpers that tear at my lungs, but also could convince me I’m Superman. She could convince anyone of anything.

She’s smooth under my fingers. Swollen. Pink. And drenched. Her arousal shimmers between her legs like the glitter that’s formed a constellation on her shoulder. Her grip on my shoulder bites into my skin as I run a fingertip through her wetness and circle her clit.

A soft moan works its way up her throat, forcing her head back and her tits to rise off the bed as I taste her. My fingers stroke her pussy, my tongue her clit.

“Cas,” she cries out, reaching for me. I take her hands, one in each of mine, and hold them to the mattress beside her as she arches under me. “I’m ready for you. Please.”

Releasing her hands, I drop to the bed on my back and pick up a condom, rip open the packet, and roll it down over my shaft. She watches every move I make, and I reach out and pull her on top of me. Her knees automatically settle beside my hips, her pussy hot against the head of my cock. I want to fuck her so bad, want her wet snatch wrapped snugly around me. The desire to get lost in her is a craving I can’t ignore. But this is for her. This first time. I already know there’ll be a next time. There has to be. Once won’t be enough. Not for me.

Kissing her, I clamp my hands around the back of her thighs, rock her back and forth on top of me so that my cock glides between her legs and is coated in her arousal. The head of it pushes at her entrance with each roll of my hips, so close and ready for her to sink down onto me, but waiting until she can’t stand not having me fill her.

And then she shifts and I’m engulfed in her before I can control the movement.

She stills, staring down at me, breathing fast. She’s shaking and wriggling and freaking out. “Shit, Cas, it’s huge. Too big. I don’t know if I can do this.”

I’m about to lose my fucking mind with how tight she is, and the way her squirming is stroking my cock. Grasping her face, I brush my thumbs along her cheekbones. “We’re made to fit together, Mandy. It’s just the first time can be tight, okay. Breathe, girl, I’ve got you. The pressure will ease up in a minute, I promise.”

She lets out a soft cry and presses her teeth into her trembling lower lip while we stay frozen like that, waiting for her to get used to the sensation of having me fill her. Waiting until she’s ready to move again.

“I’m glad I’m doing this with you,” she whispers, rocking gradually onto my cock, taking me inch by inch and as far as she can handle.

“Fuck, girl, I’m glad I’m doing this with you too,” I echo. Didn’t think anyone would get me back on the horse. Not this horse. Not this saddle. But Mandy Pearce isn’t just anyone.

“Oh wow,” she whispers. Her movements speed up, her breath gets choppy and her eyelids heavy. “This isn’t like my vibrator. This doesn’t feel anything like my vibrator.”

I chuckle as I push up into her. Not thrusting all the way in, not pounding her as hard as I’d like to. She’s probably not quite ready for that. “You like having my cock in you?”

She shivers and moans. “I’m going to come, Cas. I don’t think I can help it.”

With the way her words lilt at the end into a high pitched whine, I’m pretty sure she can’t. So we roll with it. Her tight inner muscles spasm around my cock, and I have to fight to keep control. Each time she squeezes around me is intensified as I struggle to keep from pounding into her as hard as my body craves, but I don’t last anyway. Her orgasm triggers my own and milks me of every last drop.

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