Page 35 of The First Time

“Is this pussy wet for me already?” he whispers into my mouth.

I’m gonna die. I’m not going to make it through this night if my reaction to this one line is any indication. Am I wet for him? I’ve been in constant need of changing my underwear this entire trip. But that doesn’t sound sexy, so I keep that bit of information to myself. Plus, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t expecting a response.

I’m sure he knows exactly what he does to me.

He pulls my sweatpants down a bit until I’m exposed to him but doesn’t take them all the way off. His hand gently caresses my skin along my stomach, then down one thigh. He continues this pattern as he seems to stare at me in awe.

“I’ve never in my life been affected by anyone the way you affect me, Freckles. I’m going crazy here trying to hold myself back.”

“Don’t. Just don’t hold back.”

His lips come down on mine with more force this time as his tongue slides over mine.

“I’m not rushing this. I’m not rushing anything this time.” He adjusts my leg so it’s bent, allowing him to see all of me. Then his fingers slide along my slit. “I knew it. I knew you’d be fucking dripping wet for me.”

His eyes hold mine as he slides his fingers inside of me. I whimper as I feel them stretch me. It’s everything, and not enough.

“Memorize this feeling of my fingers fucking you,” he growls as he moves them inside of me. “If you’re a good girl, it could be my dick tomorrow.”

Oh, god, it’s like being touched by his words. The pleasure they evoke is incredible. It’s been ten years of this back and forth. Of hating him and yet responding physically to him. A decade of foreplay.

He pulls his fingers out and rubs them over my clit, getting it wet, then pushes his fingers back inside of me. Now, his fingers work me from the inside while his thumb rubs my clit at the same time.

His lips are back on mine. I can barely match his kisses. I’m too focused on what his fingers are doing to me.

“Are you gonna come all over my fingers, Freckles?” he says between kisses. “I wanna feel your pussy squeeze them. I want them to be soaking wet by the time I’m done with you.”

“Oh, gosh. Josh. Please,” I whisper in response.

I’m so close. His thumb is working magic on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the release I need so desperately.

“That’s right. Beg me, baby. Beg me to let you come.”

“Please! Please, Josh!”

He hisses as he pulls his lips away from me and watches his own hand in awe. I didn’t think he could do any better, but then he pushes them in harder and, instead of releasing them quickly, shakes them inside of me. It hits my g-spot perfectly.

“Come me for, Freckles. Now!” he demands.

And I listen. I come all over him while he violently shakes his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck, yes. I knew you’d come all over me. My entire hand is soaking wet.”

I can barely register what’s happening until he pulls his own sweatpants down then grips his cock and starts pumping himself while he hovers over me. He’s using the hand soaked with my release to spread it all over his dick. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Please,” I whisper as I reach for him. “Let me finish you off.”

He lets go of himself and props himself up with both his hands right above me. I reach for his length, and he hisses the second I wrap my hand around him.

“Freckles, I’m going to embarrass myself here. It’s not going to take very long.”

I smile and lean into him for a soft kiss. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Then I glide my hand back and forth over his thick cock. It’s hard as a rock, and I can feel the thick vein that runs along it on my thumb. After only a couple of pumps, he’s panting and breathing heavily.

“I’m coming,” he growls as thick spurts of his cum coat my stomach.

We both try to catch our breath as we watch the last of his cum hit me. He leans down and kisses my forehead gently.

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