Page 272 of The First Time
I have no idea how to touch a man beyond late night gossip sessions back in high school. But I don't care that I'm inexperienced. That I may make a fool of myself.
I want him too badly to care.
He drags his lips down my neck, over my collarbone and chest. His mouth closes around my nipple. He sucks hard. Soft. Then it's short flicks of his tongue. Long ones.
I surrender to the sensations forming in my body.
His soft, wet mouth.
His strong hands.
The cold leather against my thighs.
The strain as he spreads my legs.
His thumb against my clit.
Pleasure wells up inside me as he rubs me. It pushes out that last nagging thought, the one reminding me about the weight on my left hand.
Then he's teasing me with one finger. I rock my hips to meet him deeper but he teases and teases and teases.
Finally, he slides his finger inside me.
Damn. That feels good.
It's not as intense as last time, when it was his cock inside me, but it's still fucking amazing.
He rubs me, sucking on my nipples as he fucks me with his fingers.
It's so much sensation. I can barely take it. But this time, my hands are on his skin. This time I can touch him.
I tug at his tie and toss it aside. I undo the top two buttons of his shirt. My fingers skim his chest. He's hard and strong against my palm. And warm.
The whole world is warm.
I dig my nails into his skin. He sucks harder. Strokes harder. Pushes deeper.
The pressure inside me winds tighter. I tug at Blake's hair. I shift my hips. I let out a heavy groan.
Everything unfurls as I come.
"Blake." I pull him closer. I groan his name.
Bliss overwhelms me. Every part of me feels good. Home. Safe. Satisfied.
Blake wraps his arms around me.
I blink my eyes open. Stare into his baby blues.
He's the Blake I understand. The one who only wants my body. Who only brings me pleasure.
If only we understood each other like this all the time.
He runs his fingers through my hair and leans in to press his lips to mine.
I kiss him harder. I need all of him. Not just his body, but the rest of him too. He's going to be my husband. I need more than great sex. I need something else to hold onto.
He drags his lips to my ear. "Turn around." His voice is a demand. "Hands against the back of the seat."
