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Which is why I have to force myself not to rush my dad off to bed. I know he’d like to sit outside with Brian and smoke one of his cigars, shoot the breeze, but the doctors have scared him well. I tell him when he’s better to take a walk instead. I’m not sure he’ll do it, but at least I have Brian to check up on him. I get another pang of dread thinking about being so far away from both of them.

Once his door is closed and I’ve returned to the kitchen, Brian is waiting, and from the look in his eyes I can tell he’s as worked up as I am. He takes my hand and pulls me close, wrapping his arms around my waist. I sigh, nuzzling into the space between his jaw and his shoulder. He strokes my hair slowly, tenderly, and I close my eyes.

After he leads me up the stairs, we walk hand in hand to my room, where a bedside lamp illuminates the bed made up with a fluffy, cream-colored comforter and pale-yellow sheets. My shelves of books fill the side wall, my desk and chair facing the wall with the windows. The space is bright and warm and I’m overcome with gratitude that this is where it’ll happen. I’ve heard horror stories from my friends who’ve lost their virginity in the back of a car or in some random room at a party. My memories will be so much better because they’ll be in the room I love, with a man I trust.

“It’s so you,” he says, marveling at the space. He goes to the bookshelf, gazing at the titles. “I’ll bet you’ve read every one of these,” he says, turning to me.

“Not quite,” I protest.

He gets that glint in his eye again. “Don’t lie or I’ll have to punish you again,” he teases.

I blush as an image of him bending me over his lap pops into my mind.

He grins and pulls me to him. I can feel the bulge of his erection pressing against my abdomen. A bolt of anticipation shudders through me. His kisses begin tender and slow, making me melt. His expert tongue flicks and swirls against mine, our lips tasting and tugging gently. It’s intoxicating when he kisses me this way, so sensual but urgent.

My lips tingle with the need for more. He leads me to the bed so we’re sitting side by side. He unbuttons my blouse, one agonizingly slow button at a time but stops halfway to caress both of my breasts, teasing my nipple over the silky fabric of my bra. I’m already breathing hard into his mouth but this sends even more blood to my brain, making the room feel spinny and warm.

He finishes unbuttoning and tugs my shirt off, then comes back to touching me, teasing each nipple until I can’t hardly breathe anymore.

“Come here,” he whispers, and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. I can feel his cock pressing against my sex—my panties have been soaked for hours and I wonder if I’m going to leave a wet spot on his jeans. Brian lowers the straps of my bra, watching my face as he slowly exposes my full breasts.

“Hands behind your back, angel,” he says, his voice firm but sensual.

I obey, and he helps me position them the way he wants.

“Good girl,” he says, watching me with that glint in his eye that makes me shiver with anticipation.

He cups both of my breasts with his hands and lowers to lick each nipple. I hiss in pleasure, my teeth clenching, my chest arching as he suckles and teases. My hips press harder against his. Not being able to touch him is agonizing, and I realized that’s why he did it, to drive me slowly insane. Bright pulses of pleasure swirl around inside me. I get lost in his caresses. He unclasps the bra and pulls it off, stroking me, his thumbs flicking over my wet, aching nipples.

“Let’s get a look at how perfect you are,” he says, moving my knee over his lap while rotating from under me. I look at him, confused at what he wants.

“Bend over.”

My eyes go wide for an instant, but I’m so turned on I would hang from the ceiling if he asked me to. He caresses up the back of my thigh, watching me steadily. After three days of being with him, you’d think he’d seen enough. He’s touched me and kissed pretty much every inch of me. Another shiver of anticipation shudders through me as I wonder what’s going to happen. I lean down on all fours, my knees perched on the edge of the bed. Brian stands and flips my skirt up, exposing my bare thighs and the panties that are hopelessly wet.

He groans, rubbing up and down the backs of my legs and gliding his fingertips under the elastic of my panties, hiking them up into my butt crack. He gives my bare ass a little tap—not hard but just enough to make me suck in a gasp—and groans again.

“Naughty girl getting so wet like this,” he says, rubbing my bare ass. I shudder as he tugs my panties down. They’re so wet they stick to my pussy and leave a trail of juices down my inner thigh. He leaves my panties pulled tight between my legs and starts to kiss the skin of my ass, his lips sucking my flesh into his mouth, like he’s trying to devour me.

He urges my front lower so that I’m on my forearms. “That’s it,” he coaxes, his voice rich and sultry. “Let me see everything.”

I feel so exposed but the way he’s turning me on with just his voice and these kisses makes me feel bold. He kisses closer to my sex and I shiver. He flicks his tongue across my pussy and I nearly buck from the sharp bolt of pleasure. But he holds my thighs firm, spreading my cheeks apart even wider. His wet mouth closes around my asshole and I gasp as his tongue flicks up and down. He lowers, licking my folds, diving deep between my thighs. I can feel my juices on the insides of my legs as he glides back and forth.

He spreads my petals open, his mouth and tongue pleasuring my deepest, most sensitive place. I’m gasping, my whole body tense for the release I’ve been craving since he fingered me in the kitchen. I had to keep silent then—an act of almost torture—I’m not sure I can keep silent this time.

Brian holds me firmly, plunging his hot tongue inside me while we rock together. I cry out, widening my thighs to take more of him inside me, my panties stretched so tight they’re digging into my flesh. My climax coils higher, filling me with an intense, almost painful need. I’m so close, right on the brink.

Suddenly, I feel Brian’s hand urge my arm back. I have to adjust so I can balance on one arm then let him pull my hand to my mound.Yes, I think as I roll my fingers around my clit. A tingling warmth starts to spread from where I’m touching myself, erupting outward like shock waves. Brain rocks me faster, his grip firm. It’s like my fingers have a mind of their own, so consumed by need, flicking and swirling as Brian’s tongue pleasures me in this naughty, wicked way.

The first jolt of my climax crashes into my brain like the hit from some delicious drug. We’re moving at what feels like light speed through the sky, soaring, climbing, like I’m a shooting star rocketing toward the sun. The pleasure floods into me as I buck and arch against him, my cries muffled by the comforter.

My thighs start to quiver uncontrollably. Brian has to hold me steady, meanwhile kissing up my backside. He wraps his arms around the waist and squeezes me tight.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he says after both of us have caught our breath. He unzips my skirt and pulls everything off. “I could look at you like this all fuckin’ day, gorgeous,” he says, leaning down to kiss my lower back.

He folds me into his arms. We roll to the bed, side by side, and kiss. The raw taste of myself on his lips makes my body quiver with aftershocks.

“Did you feel shy about touching yourself?” he asks.

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