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“Where’d ya go?” asked Taylor as he pulled back. “I’m following your lead here, so I need you with me.”

“It’s my lead, huh?”

He nodded.

She knew what she wanted to do. She kissed him, taking his mouth, and moved herself off his lap and between his legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She kneeled before him and undid his pants.

His hand closed over hers. “Whoa, what’s going on?” he asked with entirely too much kindness, when all she wanted was heat.

“I think it’s pretty clear.”

“No, that’s not how I work. I’ll never come first. I’ll make you come hard and often before this.”

With her mouth parted, she breathed out little pants. “Oh.”

“Now, why don’t you get up here and let me get my hands on you,” he said, pulling her back onto his lap.

She climbed up and kissed him as his hands roamed again. This time, he was more forward, letting one hand cup her ass and pull her close while the other grazed her breast over hersweatshirt. Then he slipped his hand under her bralette and plucked her nipple.

She had never experienced this heat before.

An orgasm was building inside of her, and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet. But he was rectifying that—fast, as he slipped the hand down the front of her pants and found her already wet and wanting.

“Fuck,” he said as he slipped a finger inside of her. “You’re already so wet,” he said as he massaged her clit. He yanked her sweatshirt up and latched his mouth onto her nipple as he worked her clit. Then he slipped his hand back down, slipping two fingers inside of her. He pumped them in and out as she grinded on his palm. She was shamelessly chasing her own release on him.

“That’s right, baby, ride my hand. Take what you need.”

She threw her head back and grinded harder. He slipped another finger in as his mouth again found her breast. Fuck, she was so close. Her hips shamelessly rocked as she pushed her breast into him. He nibbled it, and that short shock of pain was enough to push her over the edge. Her head was tossed back as she moaned through her release.

When she came back down, the look of reverence on his face warmed her to her very core.

“Fuck, that was hot. And you better fucking believe that,” he said, giving her nipple a playful squeeze.

“I do,” she said, still panting.

And to her own pleasant surprise, she did. She didn’t question him. She simply believed he wanted her, and it may have been even more intoxicating than what they had just done.

Pulling his hand out, he claimed her mouth. He sat up, flipping himself on top. He pressed her into the couch, and she wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him. Only she’dnever done this before. His kisses trailed down her neck and between her breasts.

This was moving so fast. It was definitely what she wanted, but it was her first time. Fuck.

Panic took over.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she said.

His hands immediately withdrew, and he sat up, his expression a mix between alarm and confusion. “I’m sorry, I thought?—”

“No, you’re right. I just . . . Fuck.”

“Hey,” he said, trying to soothe her. “This was your idea. I’m just following your lead. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She nodded. “I know... I’m sorry... I want to but”—she shook her head—“I feel like there is something I should tell you.”

She didn’t think this through, but when did she ever? Getting to twenty-eight as a virgin wasn’t easy to talk about, but maybe she could start her new year and her new life without being a virgin. It was time.

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