Page 12 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

With her chest heaving, she tried to catch her breath as he pulled his hands out of her with one last lick to her already sensitive nub. She hissed.

“Come here,” he said.

She pushed off the table, turning to face him. Her knees gave out, but his strong arms were there to catch her.

“Lie on the bed.” He ushered her to the full-size mattress that took up most of the space in the small cabin.

She crawled onto the bed, lying on her back. Nash slipped off his black briefs, his long, thick cock slightly curved towards his belly. The tip gleamed with pre-cum. She licked her lips.

Nash reached for his discarded pants, pulled a condom from his pocket. He ripped it open and slid it onto his shaft.

“You don’t want me to suck—” She pointed towards his groin.

“Oh, I very much want those red lips wrapped around my cock. But I’m so close to coming already, and I want to feel that pussy clench my dick like it did my fingers.”

“Oh.”

He crawled over her, settling his weight on his arms pinned on either side of her. For the first time in her life, she felt small with a man. She couldn’t help but roam her hands over his inked muscles. Her mouth was dry and her pussy, aching for him.

He kissed her, hungry and yet gentle. “You okay?”

“Mmmmm.” She nodded, kissing under his jaw.

“You want to keep going?”

She pulled back to look in his eyes. “Do you?”

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”

Isabella smiled. “Then yes. But you should know . . . it’s been a while for me.”

“Me too.”

Her eyes widened.

Nash’s lips slanted across hers as his tattooed hips settled between her thighs. She widened them to accommodate him.

The tip of his cock slid in the first couple of inches. She closed her eyes and hissed from the stretch.

His thumb brushed her cheek as he stilled. “Does it hurt?”

She opened her eyes. “Just a little uncomfortable. I think I need you to move.”

He kissed her lips. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

She nodded.

He rocked his hips in and out. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. There was some pain, but pleasure soon took over.

“Yes,” she encouraged him.

He thrust harder, spinning her up in desire once again.

“You feel so good.” Her voice came out breathless.

He grunted. “This pussy was made for me. So wet and tight.”

“Nash, I’m so close. Harder.” She’d never had multiple orgasms—not unless they were self-induced with a vibrator. It seemed tonight could be a night of many firsts.

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