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I don’t know if that properly communicated my answer, so I lifted my arms in the air and he pulled my sweater and bra off. He turned me on the bed so that I was on my back then proceeded to play with my naked breasts for what felt like hours until he pressed his jean-covered thigh against my center hard enough and steadily enough that I came.
Then he held me as I shook with the after-effects of my very first orgasm.
* * *
“Are you going to be okay?”he asked me.
It was just before midnight. We were sitting in his car parked in front of my house. After introducing me to my first orgasm, he’d made me wait in the kitchen while he attended to some personal business. AKA jacking off in his bathroom. When I’d asked him if I could watch, he’d decided it would be sensory overload for me.
He was probably right.
We’d microwaved pizza bagels and watchedParks and Recso I could have some downtime and process what had happened. At least that’s what he told me I was doing. I thought we were just snuggling.
Finally, I told him I should leave before his parents got home, and here we were.
“I’m pretty sure you can’t die from an orgasm, Fitz.”
“I don’t know. It was a pretty loud orgasm.”
I punched him in the shoulder, and he laughed.
“Does this mean you’re going to be even more smug with me than you usually are?”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “I made you come. Hard. What do you think?”
“Hmm,” I sighed. “Well, I’ll have to find some way to get the upper hand.”
He smiled brilliantly. “We can arrange for that. Come here, Bennet, and give me a proper kiss.”
I undid my seat belt, turned and put both my hands on his thigh, his wonderfully thick and heavy thigh, then kissed him.
“I liked having your tits in my mouth,” he whispered as I bit his bottom lip. Which made me remember what it’d felt like, which made me make that weird sound again.
“Stop,” I whispered. “I’m going to want to do it again.”
“Yes, that’s it. Touch yourself tonight. Think about me and touch yourself. Think about the next thing I’m going to do to you.”
“Fitz,” I said, closing my eyes.
He palmed me over my sweater this time. “See. Do you feel the difference? You want me. You want me to touch you. I want you so desperate for me you can’t think of anything else. That’s when I’ll know you’re ready.”
“I think I’m there now,” I whined.
But he pushed me gently back into the passenger seat. “Not quite. Now go before I change my mind.”
I opened the door and got out, my body feeling this overall buzzy loose energy like I was drunk, only I wasn’t.
“Oh, and Beth.”
“Yes,” I said before shutting the door.
“Next time. Third base.”
Kill me now. I slammed the door shut so I didn’t have to hear his chuckling as I walked away.
* * *
I letmyself in the house as quietly as I could. There were lights on in the living room, but the room was empty. I could hear giggling coming up from the downstairs basement, but I didn’t consider saying hello or goodnight to the girls. The idea of confronting Gigi when I’d just spent the night letting her brother do naughty things to my body was too much for me to take in currently.
