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“Oh,” is all I can say because I’m practically shaking with desire.

“Come here, darlin’,” he says, pulling me to the couch. We sit side by side. He takes my face in his and kisses me, long and slow, his tongue gliding against mine. I try to tell myself to relax—my posture feels so stiff, I’m afraid he’ll feel it and think that I don’t want this.

I do want this.

He strokes the side of my face, then feathers down to my shoulder, stroking down my arm. His touch feels so sensual, but commanding, like he knows exactly what to do. I realize he’s probably done this many times before, probably on this very couch. He caresses over my nipple, just firmly enough to make me inhale a sharp gasp. Stroking it in little circles over the fabric, he tugs and rolls my peak, making me ache for more. He dives under the hem of my camisole and scoops under the flesh of my breast. I groan into his mouth as his thumb strokes over my hardened peak. He stretches the elastic band up and over both of my breasts, exposing me completely. I’m practically attacking him with kisses; his hand feels so good on my body. I don’t want him to stop.

He pulls me into his lap so that I’m straddling him, my bare breasts bouncing obscenely in his face. He grasps them, squeezing them firmly, and lowers his mouth to suckle.

I gasp as his soft, wet lips wrap around my hard tips, taking me deep inside his mouth. He gives the other one the same treatment while fingering the first, gliding his wet thumb over and around, making me ache.

I gasp as fiery bolts of electricity zip from my breasts to my sex and all the way to my toes. It’s like every nerve ending has popped to life.

His expert tongue flicks over each nipple, swirling and sucking. I’m arching my back, trying to get closer to him.

He peels my camisole off then gazes at my naked chest, as if in awe. “So perfect,” he says, gliding his hands from my tummy up and across my breasts to my shoulders where he grips the back of my neck and pulls me close.

The feel of his naked chest against my breasts sends more tingles of heat through my body. He scoots me closer, so I can feel his erection pressing against my throbbing sex. I get a moment of reality because what he’s got in there feels so hard, andbig. My two best friends at college told me their first time hurt—Tiffany said it hurt alot. But I started this train, and we’ve left the station. I’m just going to have to trust him.

“We can do this quick, but I don’t want that for you,” he says, cupping my jawline. “I want to show you how good this can feel, okay?”

I look into his eyes and nod, though I don’t really know what I’m agreeing to. I had fantasies of him peeling down my leggings and bedding me right here on the couch. But again, I trust him, and making this last sounds great to me.

His kisses demand I submit, and I don’t resist. No one’s ever kissed me like this—so aggressive and dominant, one hand on the nape of my neck, massaging my skin while the other cups my ass, pressing our bodies closer together. The room feels hot on my exposed skin and I can’t seem to get enough breath. My head starts to feel light and vacant, all thought replaced by the desire spiking through my bloodstream. I start to rock my hips against his bulge and Brian encourages this with his hand. My panties feel wet and sticky and I hope I haven’t soaked through my leggings—that would be gross.

Brian pulls back and kisses down to my breasts again and I hiss with pleasure as his hot mouth takes my nipples inside. I can feel something happening deep in my core, a kind of rising heat, a need, the promise of something wonderful. When I take care of myself, alone, it feels a little like this but not nearly as good, and not nearly as thrilling.

He slides his hand down the front of my leggings, under the fabric of my panties.

Instantly, I tense.

Brian notices, and pauses, his middle finger touching just above where I’m sticky and hot. He eyes me, his look curious but hesitant. “Relax and let me make you feel good,” he says, swirling gently, dipping to the top of my folds. I can feel my wetness smearing his fingertips.

“This guy I was with, he…touched…inside me, and…it hurt,” I blurt as a warm flush heats my neck.

He dips his finger a little deeper, where I’m soaking wet. “Does this feel good?” Brian asks, stroking with enough pressure to make me tremble.

“Yes,” I gasp. I close my eyes and try to drink in the sensation of his fingers gliding along my most sensitive parts. But the memory of my bad experience won’t go away and the shame of my own desire is lurking deep inside me.

He slides his hand out and pulls me close, kissing me gently.

“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling like I’ve let him down.

He scoffs me with a look. “What are you sorry for? Because some idiot didn’t treat you right?” He kisses me again and my body presses close, arching my hips, wanting to feel every bit of him in contact with me.

“I’m sorry because I can’t . . . ”

“Oh, I’m not done,” he says with a grin. “We’re just going to get you there a different way,” he adds, lifting me from his lap and tossing me onto the couch. I land on my back and he shifts to his knees. As he kneels over me, I feel a sense of awe. He’s perfect, everything I’ve been dreaming of—the way his blond hair frames his boyish face, the way his dark eyes give off sparks, the way his chest and shoulders look strong enough to carry me to the end of the Earth.

He reaches for the waistband of my leggings and peels them down, but leaving my underwear. I feel tense again. What if I can’t relax and we spent all night with him trying every trick in his book and I can’t get there?

Once the leggings are on the floor he comes back to my legs, crouching low so he can kiss up my thighs, starting at the base of my calf. Gently, he bends my knee open, supporting my leg while driving me crazy with his soft lips. One hand feathers over my underwear, tracing the edge of the fabric. It’s almost too intense and I get a shiver. He starts to swirl, his thumb pressing perfectly against me. My panties are so soaked that the fabric glides over my swollen sex, making me feel so good.

He kisses slowly up my inner thigh until he’s right at the seam of my panties. His fingers are still stroking and swirling over the fabric. I feel his tongue glide into the groove between my sex and my thigh, flicking so close to my folds. I gasp. He presses my bent leg open. I feel my resistance give away as his tongue glides in and out of the groove. And then I feel something unexpectedly wonderful: his fingers peeling my panties to the side so he can touch me.

He strokes me up and down, his tongue still kissing and gliding at the outside edge of my sex and I almost groan at how much I want him to keep going. My whole body feels tingly, like I’m vibrating. His fingers probe a little deeper into my folds, then up, to where I’m so sensitive. He peels my panties further aside and as they bunch up against my inner thigh I feel how soaked they are.

Brian leans back, his eyes drinking in my exposed pussy. He strokes me with his other hand, my juices making everything slick. I shiver again, watching him.

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