Page 98 of Set Me On Fire

My dick cursed me three times over as I pulled from her grip.

“Maybe you need to let off a bit of steam first,” she suggested, toeing off her heels. I wanted to be the one to take each one off, marvelling at the pretty pink of her toenails. “Seems like if that night was just your first time, your refractory period would be pretty short.”

She had no idea. That night I was hard, my cock pressing against my stomach the entire time she slept beside me. Her smile made clear that she’d noticed. But when she went to kneel before me, I was forced to step forward.

“No.” I didn’t deserve the hot silken bliss of her mouth. I’d work my way up to that, but right now, I needed to do all the things I had dreamed of. Her little yelp as I picked her up was perfect, her arms around my shoulders even better. I carried her over to the big, open shower recess and then said, “Got your phone on you?”

“In my bag in the lounge room,” she said.

“Perfect.”

I slapped on the shower and walked us in, pressing her against the wall as the water rained down. Every drop that hit her blouse I noted, thanking them for the way they plastered the thin fabric to her breasts.

“You were perfect at dinner,” she told me in a low voice. “All manly and heroic in front of my family, but who knew this guy lurked underneath that uniform? One that looks like he wants to eat me whole.”

“That obvious, huh? Wrap your legs around my waist.” She obeyed instantly. “Good girl. Now, how much do you like this blouse?”

“It’s just an old work one.”

“Then you won’t mind if I do this.”

I stared into her eyes as I tore it open, buttons pinging all through the shower recess, the sopping fabric following it with a slap as it fell to the floor. Her legs tightened around me as I pushed up against her, finding something else was wet. I could feel her dampness seeping through my work pants, or was it the water? I didn’t know or care. As I angled my cock upwards to nestle in that soft cleft, my balls ached, right as I reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra

“Did it on the first try?” She looked up at me with slitted eyes. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“YouTube tutorials,” I explained and she laughed, thinking I was joking.

I wasn’t.

My monk-like existence was spent researching, reading about what women said they liked, and I was about to test each theory tonight. I eased her bra off, taking just a moment to stare.

“What?”

Her arms moved, ready to cover herself up, but I couldn’t let that happen.

“Don’t.”

I had more to say, so much more, but the words all got caught in my throat, creating a log jam there. Instead, I just shook my head, daring to smile. She did as well, lightening something inside me, letting me dart closer. Her smiles turned to sighs as I kissed my way down her throat, feeling her pulse race as I followed the water drops down the slope of her breast. Her nipples were pulled tight by the too-cold water, but rather than change the water temperature, I decided to warm them in a more immediate way. I licked that hard point, then sucked it into my mouth.

She was so fucking soft, perfect, shifting in my grip, knowing exactly where to grind down. The thin cotton of her underwear was an unnecessary barrier. Her cries, her moans, the way one hand went to the back of my head, keeping me right where I was as the other slid down, was perfect. Somehow her underwear was pushed aside. Hot, wet, silken soft, I let out a muffled groan the moment I felt her cunt and was forced to pull away.

“No, I?—”

Had plans, so many plans. Eat her out to her first orgasm, maybe her second too, then when she was soft and limp with desire, I’d crawl up her body and finally give into the burning need to plunge deep inside her.

“Yes.” Millie said that with a frantic nod that pushed all my protests aside. “Yes. Just like that… Oh, fuck.”

I felt every inch of me sinking into her. She was still too tight, the water not helping anything, and yet the two of us panted like animals during the whole process.

“I’m hurting—” I started to say, needing to wrench away, even though that felt like a crime to even think about.

“No. No… Just let me…”

Her eyes snapped open, staring into mine and then something magic happened. It was like our bodies just stoppedfighting this and instead surrendered. I thrust deeper and she enveloped me, the intense ripple making my spine prickle.

“I wanted to be better,” I said, starting to slam harder and harder with each stroke. “I wanted this to last longer.” My hand slid down to her clit, rubbing the hood with the pad of my thumb. “I wanted?—”

“Well, I need you to give me everything you’ve got. Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming of me for years. Can you do that, Noah?”

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