Page 35 of The Fight

Blair glances around the room like she’s inspecting every corner, then brings her eyes back to mine. “Can we turn off the lights?”

I flash her a quick smile and nod. Rising from the bed, I walk to the wall and flip off the overhead light before moving to each bedside lamp and turning them off as well. Cloaked in complete darkness, I reach my hands out in front of me and step slowly until my shins hit the edge of the bed.

I let myself fall back into it easily and find Blair’s body waiting for me. I slide up beside her and move a little slower. “Just breathe, Dollface. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

Reaching down, I find her knee, then drag my knuckles up the inside of her thigh. Once I make it to her center, a sharp breath leaves her.

“Good girl. Keep breathing. It’s okay.”

My fingers fidget with the waistband of her shorts, tugging on them as she raises up so I can pull them down. With her bottom half exposed, I lean over and plant soft kisses on her stomach, moving down slowly until I hit her mound. The light dusting of hair tickles my lips, but it doesn’t stop my pursuit. Jutting out my tongue, I swipe at her folds and relish in the shiver that takes over her legs.

I reposition, scooting further down the bed, then seat myself right between her thighs. Unlike the locker room, I take it much slower—softer. I kiss and lick, savoring every taste that explodes across my tongue. As I knead her thighs, her legs slowly open wider, and her breaths become more ragged. Once she’s dripping wet, completely dousing my face, I move up. Using the back of my hand, I wipe away some of her slickness from my lips and chin, then find her face.

“You’re really good at that,” she whispers, cupping my cheeks in her palms.

“Say the word and I’ll do it again.”

A low chuckle bubbles in her chest, and she shakes her head. “I want something else.”

“And what is that?”

Silence envelops us.

“Come on, Dollface, use your words. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“You. I want you,” she whispers.

I don’t even have it in me to reply. Instead, I dip my head and start trailing kisses from her collarbone up to her neck, then to her cheek. I make my way to her mouth and let her taste herself on my tongue, all while running my hands along her hips. Grabbing my cock, I stroke myself slowly for a moment, then rub my length over her center. I coat myself with her slickness, making sure with every stroke I deepen our kiss, letting her know everything is okay.

When my dick is sleek with her arousal, I tease her opening gently, thrusting my hips featherlight. “Does it feel okay?”

She nods without words, but by the way her legs try to close, I don’t need them.

“Talk to me, Dollface. I need to hear you.”

“Just don’t stop. Please,” she whimpers.

Normally, I’m used to girls throwing themselves at me and doing off-the-wall shit in bed. This is different, though. Normally, I wouldn’t bother, but Blair needs this.I need this.

I continue thrusting lightly, only managing to get the tip of myself in. She’s turned on, sure, but her nerves aren’t letting her relax fully. “I need you to do something.”

Her fingers tremble slightly on my chest as she nods and pulls her face back from mine. “Okay.”

“I need you to reach down and touch yourself. Can you do that?”

She doesn’t answer, but her right hand starts moving, slowly raking down my chest until it’s between us. Her knuckles brush my public bone slightly, but there is no quickness, noexcitement. She’s simply doing what she’s told. She’s thinking too much.

“Move your fingers faster, Dollface. Touch yourself like I’m not here,” I coach. “Don’t worry about me at all. I’ll talk you through this, okay?”

Her pace quickens, and within seconds, her legs are relaxing the slightest bit again.

“Good girl. Keep going.”

She listens and doesn’t stop, and neither do I. Slowly, inch by inch, I push my cock into her warm, waiting pussy. She’s so tight and smooth. Pure fucking silk. It takes everything I have in me to control myself. I’d love nothing more than to pull back out and slam back in, chase that high I know all too well, but I know I can’t do that.

With me fully seated inside her, Blair stops moving, and a shuddered breath leaves her.

“It’s okay. You just need to adjust to me inside you, that’s all. Is it painful?” I ask.

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