Page 42 of My First Time Fling

“Already,” I said. “I need it like, yesterday.”

“Bossy, aren’t you?” He nipped at my earlobe and I whined.

“You seem to like it,” I said—and then moaned again as he added a second finger.

“I like all of you,” he said.

It wasn’t long until I was demanding a third, desperate for this part to be over, for him to be fucking me for real, and he’d barely gotten a third finger inside me before I demanded what I really wanted.

“Just fuck me,” I begged. “Please. I need it.”

Mark slipped his fingers out, and underneath the sound of the water, I heard him tearing the condom packet open. The lube made slick, wet sounds as he coated his cock and brought it to my entrance. I braced my arms against the wall, waiting for him to push inside, but he didn’t. I waited for a long moment, listening to his breath mix with the steam in the air, before looking back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I flushed with warmth at his words, a good sort of shiver running through me. His features were so serious.

“You’re not going to hurt me, I promise.”

“But we barely took any time to prep.”

“You calling me easy?” I said, arching an eyebrow and hoping the joke would make him smile. But he just frowned.

“What? No, of course not. Shit, did I say something that—”

“No, no, you’re fine.” I shook my head. “I was just joking, like, you know, it didn’t take long to get me ready because I was already loose. Because I’m slutty or—” I broke off, laughing helplessly at the dismay on his face. “Please don’t worry about it. It wasn’t even that funny, but I swear, I was just trying to make you laugh.”

“I just don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You won’t. It’s going to be amazing. Trust me, I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long, there’s no way it couldn’t.”

“Oh, good. No pressure, then.”

I turned all the way around and wrapped my arms around his neck, his cock sliding up against my stomach. I pressed a kiss to his lips, then pulled back to look him in the eye.

“You’re going to be fine. And I’m going to be fine. And if our first time together isn’t all rainbows and unicorns, you know what? We get to do it again. And again. And practice until we get it right, okay?”

Mark looked down at me, a funny look on his face. “You’re great,” he said. “You know that?”

“Right back at you.” I kissed the tip of his nose, then faced the wall again.

He stepped up behind me and I shivered again as the tip of his cock touched my hole. He kissed my cheek, then my neck, then my shoulder blade. And then he pushed himself inside.

I couldn’t contain a moan as his cock filled me up. He breathed heavily behind me, driving into me in a slow, steady stroke. I arched my back as he bottomed out, exhaling deeply.

“Fuck, Jess, you’re so tight.”

“And you’re fucking huge.”

“Is it okay? If it’s too much, I can pull out. We don’t have to—”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Pull out, and you really will end up dead in this shower, but it’ll be because I murdered you for denying me your dick.”

Mark laughed, deep and rumbly. “You really know how to talk dirty, huh?”

The truth was, I maybe had pushed things just a little bit fast. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone, but I’d never been with a guy as big as Mark. I concentrated on my breathing while I let my body adjust to his girth. I could feel my hole stretching to accommodate him, and it felt unbelievably good.

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