Page 2 of An Ex Affair

Tully bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes looking half drunk. She knew exactly what I was asking her. She nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure, baby. Did you bring protection?”

I nodded, my heartbeat in my goddamn ears at this point. All the blood seemed to have gone south. My older brother had teased me for years about the name of our town and the state of my condition. Blueball had actually been named after a flower an old man had planted all over the hillside in remembrance of his dear wife, but I was acutely aware of the dirtier meaning. If I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t be able to make this good for Tully, and I’d have to kick my own ass.

I spun her around and laid her down on the bed of my truck, which I’d lined with a bunch of blankets, hoping this was where the night would lead. I pulled the strip of condoms out of my back pocket and placed them on the blankets. Tully stripped her tank top over her head and tossed it over the side of the truck. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which had me dropping my chin to my chest on a groan. Her boobs were perfection, even if she complained all the time about them being too small. When I lifted my head, she already had her hands on the waist of her jean shorts.

“Wait,” I said, voice sounding strangled. My hand shot out and stopped her. “I want to undress you.”

She bit her lip and nodded. Instead of going for the obvious, I went for her shoes first, pulling off her flip-flops and massaging my way up her thighs. I pulled her legs apart and stepped closer. My thumbs swept under the hem of her shorts and she gasped, eyelids fluttering closed. We’d only gone so far as reaching insideeach other’s pants when we made out. I couldn’t wait to look my fill without any clothing in the way.

My hands were shaking as I undid the button and zipper of her shorts. I peeled them off her legs and tossed them behind her head. She had on a pair of royal-blue underwear, the kind that doesn’t cover any part of your backside. She’d started buying underwear like that when she found out how much I liked her ass. That way, when I stuck my hand down her shorts, I got a handful of skin-on-skin contact. She told her mama the skimpy underwear were for no panty lines when she wore her cheerleading skirt, and thankfully, Sofia bought it.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Tully,” I muttered, feeling like if my heart hammered any harder, I might pass out.

Tully shifted her hips, running her bare foot over the front of my jeans. My hips lurched back. Hell, at this point, even her big toe touching my cock might have me exploding. I got the point though. I stripped her underwear down her legs and tucked the material into my front pocket.

“Spread your knees,” I whispered, eyes glued to the strip of hair she’d obviously groomed between her legs.

Tully’s breaths were coming fast, but she did what I asked, letting her knees open, giving me a glimpse of the most perfect pink, glistening pussy the gods had ever made. I’d only seen this one, but I was convinced it was perfection.

“Fuck, Tully.”

She squirmed again, reaching out one foot to hook behind me and pull me further into the truck bed. “Not fair when you’re fully dressed.”

Eyes still glued to the promised land, I stripped my T-shirt over my head and pushed my jeans down to my ankles. My erection bobbed free and now Tully was the one with wide eyes. She sat up, propped up on her elbows, taking in the cock she’d had her hands on before, but never seen.

“Is it going to hurt?” she whispered.

I shook my head and climbed up onto the truck bed between her legs. “No, princess. I’d never hurt you.” I actually talked to my older brother about this exact thing last year. He’d given me some tips on things to do to make it easier for her.

I kissed her hip bone, making her groan. Then I shifted and tentatively licked up her center. Tully gasped and her taste bloomed on my tongue. It was like a light switch flipping. I wanted to devour this girl. With a wolfish grin, I dove in, licking, tasting, flicking, kissing her right between her legs without any idea of what I was doing. I basically just did what got her squirming the most. When her fingers dove into my hair and she cried out my name, I knew I’d done what I went there to do.

I lifted my head, feeling mighty proud of myself. Tully’s hair lay a tangled mess on the blankets, her cheeks full of color and her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“Oh my God, Colson.”

I grabbed a condom and ripped it open, sheathing myself like I’d practiced at home. I wasn’t sure how long I could last, but at least I’d given her one orgasm to remember. “Tell me if anything is uncomfortable and I’ll stop, okay?”

Tully blinked, looking down at where I held my cock at the base, the head nudging against her opening. She looked back up at me perched on my elbow above her and nodded, tensing.

“No, baby, you gotta relax.”

She nodded again, but looked like she was doing the opposite of relaxing. Gritting my teeth and promising my cock he’d get his later, I brushed a kiss across her lips. Tully responded, kissing me back. Soon the kiss got hot and heavy, just like all those times we’d made out. The next time I slid my tongue in her mouth, I nudged my cock inside of her. Just an inch or so. She gasped into my mouth, but kept kissing me, which I took as a good sign.

Tingles of pleasure lit up my spine and I knew I could nut right then and there. Except I’d forever remember our first time as being over without fully being inside my girl. I’d never forgive myself. Thinking about our old science teacher, who had breath like a corpse and the smell of menthol muscle cream, I got myself under control.

“Why’d you stop?”

I looked down to see Tully frowning at me, her hands on my shoulders.

“I was thinking of Ms. Farnhammer.”

Tully grimaced. “What? Why?”

I grinned. “I needed a second to control myself. I don’t want to hurt you by going too fast.”

Tully shook her head back and forth. “No. Absolutely not. I won’t allow you to think of our old teachers while we’re making love. I can take it, Colson Wolfe. Give me that cock!”

Her voice rang out against the trees and I winced, hoping her mama was already fast asleep up at the house.

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