Page 61 of From Our First

And then I took her mouth, and she dropped the rest of the egg roll. We were on the other side of the table from the couch, so there was enough space, and I moved her to her back, kissing her softly.

“What are we doing?” She breathed into me.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly, afraid of what the answer might be.

“I don’t want to think about it. We’ll do this. No promises. Just you and me. No promises,” she repeated.

I nodded, grateful. “You’re right. For fun. No promises.” Such a fucking lie. One that would break us both in the end.

“Okay, then kiss me.”

And so I did. My hands slid up the back of her soft T-shirt, and I groaned.

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

“I couldn’t help it. Everything felt so tight and too sensitive.”

I crawled down her body and pushed her shirt up over her breasts. They fell heavily, and I lapped at her nipple, sucking one into my mouth and then letting it go with a pop. “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.”

“You always say the sweetest things.”

“I’m not finished yet.”

I moved to her other breast, giving it equal attention before pushing them together and licking and sucking, molding them with my hands. She moaned and arched into me, and I trailed my lips down her belly, nipping at her waist.

“Nate,” she whispered.

I undid her jeans, and she arched her back and lifted her hips for me so I could pull them down and over her butt. I tugged the panties with them, and then she was mostly naked for me, her T-shirt pressed above her breasts, her pants and panties tangled in a pile next to us.

“I didn’t get a chance to see you naked before. I’m so damn glad I get to look my fill right now. Although it may take me ages to get there.”

“Stop looking and do something.”

“You mean like this?” I asked and lowered my head to kiss her core. She arched against me, and I pressed her hips down, sucking, tasting. I spread her, licking her clit, and then delved deep inside her as she moaned, spreading her thighs even more. I slid one hand up and cupped her breast, playing with her nipple as I kept her open for me, tasting her sweetness and needing more. She moved, and I kept going, pleasuring her with my tongue and my mouth. And when she came, she angled more, pressing into my face, and I took over, sucking and tasting and needing.

She came down, and I hovered over her, kissing her, knowing that she could taste herself on my lips. The thought made me impossibly harder.

She tugged on my shirt and used her feet to pull at my sweatpants. I laughed and sat up, pushing off my clothes. My dick sprang free, slapping me on the stomach, and she reached out and pumped me.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Now that is the best compliment I’ve ever heard.”

With the angles of our bodies, she was able to lean forward and lick the tip of my dick. I cursed, tangling my hand in her hair, the clip that held her hair up falling.

“You keep doing that, and I’m not going to last long.”

“I’m fine with that,” she said and swallowed a bit more.

I shook my head, even as my hips worked, fucking her mouth. But then I pulled away, needing to be inside her.

“I need a condom,” I whispered, my voice coming out in a heated rush.

“We both already proved that we were clean. And I’m on birth control. We don’t need to go backwards.”

My breath came out in a shudder, and I positioned myself at her entrance, keeping my gaze on hers.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m not going to last long,” I breathed.

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