Page 34 of Three Days of Holiday

“Holly.”

Screw slow. I wanted wild beast rutting. Him naked and climbing over me. My hands against his chest and tweaking one of his nipples. I’d never done such things with another man, but something about Will made my inner freak emerge.

Rather than tell him those things, I simply said. “Definitely no sex.”

A girl had to have boundaries.

My determination on the declaration lasted about three point five minutes before I was twisting and writhing under Will, wanting more. He had his hands under my sweater, the fabric slowly inching higher to expose my breasts.

I stripped Will of his shirt and splayed my open palms on his pecs. Fucking A.

Farm boys were a different breed. I squeezed his shoulders and moaned, letting my eyes close.

“You okay down there?” Will asked.

I popped open my eyes and found him staring at me. “Yes, but I’ve changed my mind on the sex thing.”

“Already? I planned to provide much more motivation.” He kissed me hard, taking a moment to suck on the special space on my collarbone.

“Motivate me later.” I wiggled under him, doing my best to entice him by rubbing up against the largest dick I’d ever touched.

Whether my words or actions, something did the trick, and Will struggled to unbutton his pants. He lifted himself higher, making room, and I tilted my head to get a better view. His knees knocked against mine, but Ibarely noticed because one painfully slow inch after another he lowered the slacks, exposing his boxers.

His dick, thick and long, pushed out against his pants as if it wanted to escape. I didn’t have long to marvel at God’s work before Will moved his focus to my pants. He tapped my hip twice, and I raised my butt, making it easier for him to relieve me of the burdensome cover.

“Come on, Will, move faster,” I chanted in my head, doing my best to wiggle under him and relieve the ache. His weight returned, the fabric of his boxers tickling the sensitive skin on my upper thighs.

I couldn’t wait anymore. It was the middle of the afternoon at his friend’s house, who I’d never met, but if I didn’t get more of Will in the next three seconds, I knew I’d explode from want.

Without warning, I slipped my hand under his boxers and rewarded myself with the first touch of his uncovered cock. My fingers couldn’t complete the circle around his shaft and I moaned, throwing my head back against the couch.

“Slow down, Holly,” Will said between his teeth.

But I couldn’t slow down. Didn’t want to slow. Wouldn’t be able to manage slowing down.

I kissed him hard, our teeth hitting against one another, but neither of us released the kiss. Will shoved his tongue through my teeth, fighting me for dominance. “I really want to take my time with you, but fuck me. We’ll go slow the next time. Okay?”

I nodded as quickly as possible, and then my breath came to a screeching halt.

Will pushed off the couch again and lowered his boxers the rest of the way. We were finally skin to skinafter what felt like far too long. A lifetime too long. Will parted my legs with his hands on my ankles to make room.

He stared at me from above as he lined up his body over mine. “God, you’re beautiful. Remind me to spend significant time sucking on your tits.”

I bit my lips but agreed with a nod. Wow, Will had a dirty mouth.

My phone vibrated in my pants on the floor, but we both ignored it, much too intent on our current task to care.

He pushed the first inch in and I flinched, tensing under him at the way he stretched my insides to make himself fit.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just give yourself time to adjust,” he whispered, repositioning himself on top of me and taking my mind away from the brief pain with another kiss.

I was not a virgin. Hadn’t been since my senior year of high school, but I hadn’t been in a significant relationship or had any partners since graduating college in May. Life had become too busy, and I’d put the hunt for a boyfriend out of mind.

Will kissed me hard until I worried my lips would bruise. The static charge in the surrounding air intensified, and he worked himself into me slowly until, with one last nudge, he completed our connection.

“Fuck, you feel amazing. You’re so tight and wet,” he said when he separated from my face.

I squeezed my legs together and bent my knees to make more room on the couch. Every piece of me felt full, and I rocked my hips, ready for him to do more.

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