Page 31 of The Inevitable Us

He smiles back at me, shaking his head. His deep voice softens as he uncrosses his legs and arms. “Rosalie, I’ve very recently seen you in just a slip of satin while you sat on my dick. Jeans off, Baby Girl. I need to see those wet panties.”

He walks over to me and pulls me closer by the belt loops in my jeans, his hands reaching for the button. The zipper goes down, and my hands go to his shoulders to balance myself when he slips my pants off one leg, then the other. I close my legs, feeling exposed, and feel the dampness of my already ruined panties grow.

He chuckles deep in his throat as his lips kiss my belly. “Don’t even bother to hide, Baby Girl. I can smell how much you want me from here.”

He straightens, and his hands go up, and he slips off my top. He removes my bra with hands too experienced for me to think about and stares down at me, completely exposed to him.

I decide to let him take the lead, unsure where he wants to go with this. I’ve already tried once to take charge and failed miserably.

His eyes gaze up and down before he grabs my hand, leading me to the chair in the den. He unzips his pants, exposing his erection behind his boxers. Tiny wet spots that must be precum are dotting the front. He pulls me to straddle him. “Now, where were we exactly?”

A bolt of electricity hits me when my slit is lined up directly against his erection, pressing onto my clit. “Oh, that’s right. You were being very mischievous, weren’t you?” he chuckles. “Your panties are soaking wet. I can feel how damp they are through my boxers.”

His hands go to my hair, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Are you nervous?” he asks, his pupils already dilated.

Are you kidding? Am I nervous? An entire kaleidoscope of butterflies are currently dancing in my stomach! That won’t deter me from doing what I’ve always wanted and running my fingers through his hair. It’s silky soft under my fingers. Wanting to touch him more, explore his body, I run my fingers from his cheek and across his strong shoulders before looping my arms around his neck.

Rubbing my thumb against the back of his neck, I smile wide at him, pausing to allow my fast breathing to slow, the sound of my heart accelerating still pounding in my ears. After a small throaty laugh, I confess, “Yes, a bit.”

He leans down and kisses the crook of my neck. My skin prickles with goosebumps, and I feel my skin warm at his touch. “We’ll go slow. Very slow tonight. I don’t think you’re ready yet for me to fuck you, though. You’re going to be tight…need to stretch you out a bit.” I furrow my brow at his words. I start to ask what he means but forget what I wanted to say when his hands rove over my ass, pulling me down on his erection.

He groans deep in his throat. “Do whatever feels good to you, Baby Girl. Tonight we’re just going to play a little bit.”

He kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth, exploring inside andHoly Toledo Sawyer is full-on kissing me. When I start to groan, his hips start to make slow lazy circles against me, his hands on my hips holding me down as I grind. I feel my eyes hood from the pleasure he’s giving me as I look down at him, all nervousness now completely gone.

“Keep grinding, Baby Girl. I can’t wait to watch you come apart.” He leans down and licks my neck from the ear lobe to the crook, gently sucking. When his head comes up, I kiss him, looping my hands around his neck while his hands go to my back. When I feel the pleasure intensify, my breathing becomes more rapid, and my eyes begin to flutter.

He growls, grabbing my hips. “I want you to come for me, Rosalie. Just let go.” He holds the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss, and the world around me starts to slowly black out as I slip into the oblivion of pleasure.

He chuckles proudly into my neck when my breath starts to even out. His skin is as flushed as mine feels.

His dick is still impossibly hard against me when he kisses my forehead. “Let’s go upstairs. I have a while before I have to leave.”

“I thought you said you have to go to work!”

“I texted Laighton and asked him to stay late just now,” he says, his voice husky, his eyes shuttered.

At the top of the loft, he lets go of my hand. “You aren’t nervous still, are you? Because I told you, you’re not ready for me yet.”

“I’m a little overwhelmed,” I confess. “It feels amazing. It’s just all so new.”

He kisses my lips. “We’ll go slow. We’ve both wanted this for a while now. No sense in rushing it. Just let me take over, and enjoy it. If you don’t like something, we can stop.”

He grins down at me like the devil. “Now, these panties.You’ve ruined them,”he accuses. “Might as well get rid of them.” He slips my panties down my legs, kneeling to pull them off of me.

I reach for his shirt, wanting to finally touch his abdomen. I moisten my lips, reach for his shirt’s hem, and tug it over his head. He watches me as my hands go over his rippled chest, exploring each well defined muscle.

His boxers go next, his gaze on me as his erection bobs when he removes them. Holy crap. This is going to hurt. No way, nuh uh. I’ve seen quite a few ahem fifth appendages over the years- between my brothers and umm….independently made films. I know his dick is massive, and I am petite. I open my mouth and close it again, unsure what to say.

“I told you we’d go slow, Rosalie,” he says, cutting me off before I even have a chance to say anything. “We just have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

He pauses, looking at me. “Rosalie, are you still on the shot? I know you’re a virgin, and I’ve been tested since my last partner.”

“Yes, I had it a few weeks ago, a few days before...”A few days before you rejected me.

He picks me up by the waist, and I wrap my legs around him. I can feel his dick against me for the first time, warmth against warmth. He lays me gently on the bed and spreads my legs apart.

He rubs his fingers into my moisture before dipping them inside of me. “You’re already so wet,” he chuckles. He scissors two fingers, making me feel full. One thumb twirls on my clit while the other fingers curl against my G-spot. I’ve never been touched like this before, each sensation so new to me, so overwhelming. My toes curl, my body arching up to him. Little whimpers of pleasure leave my body, and he slips a third finger inside of me. I wince a little, and he backs off.

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