Page 41 of My Best Years

Birdie throws her head back and moans as I lean forward and take one of her rose-tipped nipples into my mouth. Her neck strains as her pulse drums against her delicate skin. She tastes so sweet around my tongue, like coconut and citrus on a hot summer day.

I take my time kissing each of her breasts, sucking and licking as I swirl my tongue around her sensitive tips. I could spend all night like this, worshiping her body while listening to her whimper and moan.

When I pull back, she’s staring down at me with her brows pinched together in pleasure. Her breasts are flushed and marked with coin-sized hickeys surrounding her wet nipples. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I could come right now, just from the mere sight of her.

“Birdie,” I utter, my tone gravelly. “I need you. I need you right now.”

One day, I want to make love to her entire body before I make love to her. I want to kiss every inch of her, watch her come over and over again before I slip inside of her. But right now, I’m too worked up to do that. Even if I tried, I would embarrass myself before I could get a condom on.

“You have me.” She lowers her hands to my jeans and pops open the button. “I’m yours.”

I lean up and capture her lips, groaning into her mouth as she lowers my zipper and starts tugging my pants down. She climbs off of me, and I raise my hips so she can pull the denim from my legs. Once they’re off, Birdie stands beside the bed and tosses my discarded pants to the floor.

I move to sit on the edge of the mattress and quickly reach for the hem of my T-shirt, yanking it off before letting it fall at her feet.

Birdie’s eyes lower to the outline of my erection protruding through my boxers, widening with anticipation when she sees how hard and ready I am for her. I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it, but she licks her lips. And it makes me want her tongue on the very spot she’s gazing at.

It’s clear that she’s excited but still a little nervous about all of this. Hell, I am, too. Sex is a first for both of us. So I decide to get naked first, hoping it will make her feel more comfortable.

I swallow thickly, my gaze locked on hers as I dip my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers. Without stopping, I pull them down my legs until they drop at my feet. My hard length bobs against my lower belly, painfully stiff as Birdie’s eyes widen.

I lower my hand, pumping myself a few times as she watches.

Shit…touching myself while she watches already has my balls tightening.

“Cal…” she murmurs. “Do you…think it will hurt much?”

Silence falls between us as I prepare to give her an honest answer.

“Probably not for me,” I shake my head. “Actually, I know it’s going to feel really damn good for me. But for you…” I pause, then nod my head. “Yes, it might hurt, baby. Which is why I’m going to do my best to go slow. As slow as you need me to.”

She nods as her eyes fill with confidence and security, which is exactly how I want her to feel.

My eyes follow her hands as she unbuttons her shorts and drags them down her legs. Her panties go with them, leaving her fully naked in front of me. Her creamy skin is pale in the dim lighting, looking so smooth and soft. The space between her legs is so fucking beautiful. Bare and glistening with need.

I’ve never needed anything more in my entire life. I feel like I could die if I don’t have her in my arms in the next two seconds.

“God, Birdie,” I groan, lowering my hand and squeezing my balls in an attempt to hold off my arousal. I’ve never been this turned on before, so filled with dire need.

“How do you want to do this?” My voice is weak as I gaze at her naked body. “Because this may end up being a letdown if we don’t start now,” I half joke.

A small chuckle leaves her lips as a bead of precum pushes past my tip.

“You’re killing me, Birdie,” I breathe. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. I can’t believe that you’re mine.”

She bats her eyes as her cheeks turn pink.

“How uh…” she trails off nervously. “How do you suggest we start?”

My heart clenches at how much she trusts me.

I hold her gaze and scoot back on the bed until my shoulders rest against the headboard. She watches me with a puzzled look.

“Like this,” I answer. “With you on top of me. That way, you can be in control. If it hurts, you decide if we go slower. If it feels good, then you can watch as I lose my mind beneath you. Ijust want you to do what feels right, and I’ll be right here with you.”

Her chest rises and falls with slow, thick breaths.

“But,” she swallows, “what if it doesn't feel good for you–”

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