Page 55 of The First Time

He moves the straps of my dress off my shoulder, this time pulling my dress down to my waist. I try to contain my erratic breaths as he takes in my breasts that are bared to him. He brings his hands up and glides the back of his fingers along my nipples, just barely touching them. My eyes close on their own accord.

“Open your eyes, Freckles,” he whispers. “I like it when you watch me touch you.”

I open them just as he leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth. He grips my breast to poke my nipple out further and sucks harder.

I let out a loud moan of appreciation. He pulls away and backs me up against his bed, then pulls my dress off completely, my panties going along with it.

“Lay down on the bed. Let me take care of you,” he says hoarsely.

I lie down and watch him strip his clothes off before he joins me on the bed, right in between my legs.

His fingers gently traced a pathway along the skin on my inner thighs, and goosebumps broke out all over me. I squirmed around, shocked at my eager response to his touch.

His thumb dips into my entrance and starts rubbing wet circles over my clit.

“I’ve missed this pussy. I never got a taste of it in your office, and I’ve been starving for another one ever since Italy.”

Then he replaces his thumb with his mouth and fireworks erupt in my body. The way he groans into my pussy like he’s a starved man who finally got the meal of his dreams is just so hot.

I watch him devour me. I can’t take my eyes off of him. I watch every single movement of his tongue, when he flicks to when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. The view is just as good as the feeling.

Then he slowly presses two fingers into me and it’s my turn to groan. The feeling of my clit and g-spot being stimulatedsimultaneously is too much. I can no longer contain myself as I grip his hair.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I tell him.

“Mmmm…tastes good too.” He looks up at me while his fingers start to pick up their pace, his tongue starting to match the tempo. “Are you gonna come for me, Freckles?”

“Shit. Yes!” I scream as my orgasm takes over me, a gust of desire shaking my body.

Josh climbs up my body, caging my head in between his elbows, and then kisses me. His lips are still wet with my own arousal, but it oddly doesn’t bother me as his mouth moves slowly over mine.

“I need you, baby. I need to be inside of you,” he whispers against my mouth.

“Yes,” I agree, not sure why he isn’t moving at all.

He pulls away, an almost hopeful glint in his eyes. “I want to be inside of you with nothing in between us.”

It dawns on me what he is asking for.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

I nod my head.

“I’m clean. I get tested regularly. Based on how long it’s been for you, I know you’re clean. Do you trust me, Freckles?”

Do I trust him? The man who broke my heart a decade ago with no explanation. We still haven’t even talked about it, and yet here he is asking me if I trust him. I think about everything he’sdone for me in the past week. How attentive he’s been to my emotions and making sure I’m happy.

“I trust you,” I whisper, surprising myself with how easily that answer comes to me.

A small smile lifts at the corner of his mouth. “That means everything to me.”

He adjusts himself onto one elbow and then uses his free hand to grab himself. He glides his tip along my entrance, teasing me before he slides inside of me.

“Fuck,” his forehead falls to my shoulder. “I didn’t know it would feel this good.”

“What are you talking about?” I whisper. “Have you never done this before?”

He lifts his head. “I’ve never wanted to experience this with anyone but you.”

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