Page 241 of The First Time
His other hand strokes me. It's so soft I can barely feel it. But that only winds me tighter.
A moan escapes my lips.
He strokes me. Harder. Faster. Then it's perfect. Yes.
I groan. It's too loud. But I don't care.
I don't care about anything but his hands on my skin.
I let my eyelids fall together.
My teeth sink into my lip.
He strokes me, faster, harder, more. An orgasm rises up inside me.
Almost.
There.
The next flick of his fingers sends me over the edge.
The pressure inside me unravels.
It spreads to my fingers and toes.
My world goes white. Nothing but pure, deep bliss.
I blink my eyes open. I watch him watch me.
He's intense. In control. Demanding.
And satisfied.
I can feel his cock against my ass.
He's hard.
But he's satisfied too.
I… I don't quite understand.
But I'm not complaining.
* * *
I spendthe afternoon in the makeup department, attempting to understand the YouTube tutorials that load on my phone. A salesgirl takes pity on me and teaches me how to do a full face.
I even manage to recreate the look myself.
Sort of.
Even so, I make an appointment to come back for a proper lesson. With Lizzy. It's on an afternoon I know she's free.
I meet Blake for dinner at Lotus Blossom, the restaurant that rejected my job application without a second glance.
He makes a show of parading in front of the asshole manager who ignored me.
The place is packed, but we get a table instantly. It's right by the window. With a gorgeous view of Fifth Avenue.
