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“And usually there’s a discussion about, you know... former partners and all first...”

I watched as he chewed his lip, waiting for my response.

“I can assure you as far as former partners go, I’m clean, Penn. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

His eyes widened as he let out a breath.

“I mean, that’s good. Uh... I’ve only ever been with, like, three people, and uh, I’m good. Nothing to worry about,” he said awkwardly.

I brought my lips to his, trying to reassure him this was okay.

Talking about things was normal. Communication was key when it came to relationships, new or old.

He relaxed in my hold, breaking mykiss for only a moment as he let out a breath.

“Good to know,” I breathed against his lips.

“Just... go slow, okay?” he said shakily.

I nodded, grasping his hand in mine. “Always,” I promised, and he kissed me once more.

I let him lead this time.

Penn’s mouth against mine was a torturous sort of desire. He pulled me closer, his hand sliding through my hair and soon, he was beneath me, his breath labored as his kiss transformed into something much more passionate, much more heated than before.

I straddled his hips with my legs, bringing my swollen cock flush against his abdomen. I could feel his erection below me, twitching with interest. I breathed deep as I broke our kiss.

Penn’s hands slid over my hip to my front, and he grazed his fingertips over my jean-clad erection.

It was a curious, light touch, and I fought the instinct to grind myself against his palm. I settled against him, my hands on his hips, holding on fordear life.

“Do you like this?” he asked, his voice curious as he looked up at me.

I nodded, kissing him once more. “Yes, Penn. I like making out with you. I like it when you touch me,” I said the words plainly, with as much levity as I could.

He needed to know this was okay. That I liked this as much as he did.

That I likedhim.

Penn swallowed as he held my gaze,squeezingmy sensitive cock in his hand.

“Fuck,” I cursed, trying to hold back.

“Yeah?” he breathed, his breath hot on my skin.

“Fuck, yes,” I said, my breath shaky as excitement laced through me.

Penn kissed me once more, letting his thumb rub over the fabric of my jeans where I could feel moisture already pebbling at my slit.

I groaned in defeat as hethrusthimself against me, whimpering in my mouth with unrelenting truth.

Heat ransacked my body from his explorative touch.

“Tell me what you want, Cream Puff. Tell me and I’ll give youanythingyou want.” I could hear the desperation in my voice. I’d never beggedanyonelike this before.

The multitude of that was not lost on me, but I felt like I would truly expire if he stopped touching me.

Penn pulled away, letting out a deep breath as he spoke his desires. “I want to see it,” he said, his voice dark and full of curiosity.

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