Page 35 of The First Play

We reach for each other at the same time, her fingers skimming my pecs while I trace the shape of her tits and feel this overwhelming sense of wonder. It’s like I’m exploring sacred ground and…

My thumb caresses her nipple, and she shivers. “That feel good?”

“Yes.”

“What if I do this?” With my heart thundering, I lean forward, licking her beaded nipple with the tip of my tongue and enjoying the way her body trembles and shudders. Her gasp is exquisite. And the way she runs her fingers into my hair and pulls me closer, silently asking for more…

Yeah, this girl is everything.

I happily deliver, growing bolder as I explore this new terrain. I suck her nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it before kissing my way to her other boob.

This feels fucking amazing.

Her groans of pleasure are like bolts of electricity, firing through my body, turning my dick to titanium. I didn’t think it could get any harder, but it’s straining against my pants, aching and begging to get in on the action.

But I told her I wouldn’t pressure her, so I fight the pull inside me and focus on her tits. Her glorious, beautiful fun bags… that are so fucking fun.

Smiling against her skin, I work my way back up her neck, squeezing her boob as I slide my tongue back into her mouth. She groans and hooks her leg over mine, grinding her hips against me.

I settle my hand on her leg, fighting the urge to roll her onto her back and just take her.

It’d feel fucking amazing. I know it would.

But she’s not ready! So control yourself or fucking pull away!

I can’t pull away. She feels too good. I’m pretty sure I want to spend the rest of my life doing this with her.

Lightly sucking her bottom lip, I nibble my way up to her ear and nearly blow on the spot when her hand moves between us and starts rubbing my crotch.

“Is this okay?” She’s struggling to speak, and I only just catch the words between her panting breaths.

“Yeah, it’s good,” I choke out. “It’s fucking amazing.”

She jerks away from me, her eyes kind of huge as she whispers, “I want to feel it.”

“You wanna…?” I glance down and am already nodding.

Her nimble fingers quickly undo my pants, the zipper sounding loud in the quiet room. Loud like freaking horn blasts heralding the arrival of King Awesome. King Best Time of my Fucking Life!

My stomach trembles when she starts pulling my pants down. I lift my hips, helping her out and feeling kind of exposed as my dick springs into the air.

Her lips part, her eyes rounding when she stares down at it. Her fingers are shaking a little as she reaches for me, wrapping her digits around my pulsing cock.

I let out a groan, my head tipping back, stars scattering my vision.

She trails her fingers up and down my length. “What feels good?”

I can barely answer her question. I’m pretty sure I’m blacking out on uncut pleasure right now. It’s pure and raw and?—

Answer her, you idiot!

“Um…,” I croak. “What you’re doing is good.”

“Can I make it better?”

“Go up and down,” I instruct her, peeking my eyes open and watching her hand pump me. I take her wrist, helping her with the rhythm, then let out a strangled groan at how good it feels.

She watches me, studying my face like I’m some kind of exam she’s trying to ace.

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